Fat Ass New York Takes A Walk

So the New Yorkite's have to get off of their fat buns and walk a little this week, while the transit strike works itself out. Isn't that too damn bad? Poor fat wrecks who huff and puff at the mere sight of a sidewalk are gonna have to lay off the lobster pie, grenadine of beef supreme; chartreuse of vegetables in a puff pastry ring; puree of small celery and parsnip roots; biscuits; toffee pudding with ice cream; and demitasse cafe' and tea along with trays of chocolate-dipped ginger, candied fruit rinds, fresh strawberries, macaroons and truffles, for a regular lunch.

NYC'ers have been too fat too long, and this is a chance to slice some of their chunk off. I'm not supporting the transit "workers" mind you. Those guys who's job it is to drive the subways by holding on to the "deadman", don't really do much that a machine couldn't do. If they let go, then some dispatcher in midtown will make a call, and get it fixed up. NYC is too crowded anyway. The strikers are all fat too, and I hope they had a long walk home. That is those who don't drop dead from a heart attack on the way.

This is what happens anytime the government, at any level, local to feds, keeps the people subservient to any kind of monopoly. Well, the NYC subway monopoly decided to take a walk. And now the poor rich folks in Manhatten and the minor colonies will have to use those appendages down below formally used for kicking the little guy, to walk to work and back home again for a few days.

Isn't that just too damn bad!

Joe Postove