The Bums of Summer - and De Blasio's Hobo-looking Wife

The woman on the right is NOT a homeless lunatic.

She is not a raving street hobo with no brains.

She just looks that way.

She's De Blasio's wife.

Many decades ago NYC had a slogan: "New York is a Summer Festival."

It was radio personality/comedian Jean Shepherd who corrected, "New York is a Summer Fistfight."

Yes, things have gotten lousy since warthog Bill De Lousio was elected, promising "no frisk" and minimum jail for minorities, and a soft response to graffiti and public urination.

Aside from the painful spike in robberies, rapes and murders, the hot weather has brought out the plague of human roaches who once would've been arrested for "loitering" or "disturbing the peace."

Summer means: "Holy shit, look at all these fucking hobo assholes who don't need to stay in shelters due to cold weather." No, even in the "good neighborhoods" you might not have to walk more than a few blocks before you encounter some useless bastard demanding money from you.

They don't get arrested. Not as long as they don't come too close to the mayor's wife and mistake her for a pet pit bull.

If Chirlane was not in the area, this stinking, anti-social shitpile would not have been arrested.

Fact is, it would be hard to walk through any part of NYC and NOT see some jerk like this raving at you, demanding money, and being coddled by stupid people.

THIS prick demands "my coffee and my cigarettes." Like he's entitled.

People in the neighborhood routinely coddle this jerk hoping he'll remain "calm." They get him HIS "coffee and cigarettes," and feed him (when the city should be doing that). And still, he acts up regularly. The rest of the article mentions all this.

This is the kind of shit that New Yorkers are supposed to be proud of. "We're tough, we have homeless maniacs who could kill us accosting us every day. We can handle it."

Every fucking day, if you walk home with groceries, some fuckhead like this will get in your path and try and shame you: "Give me something! I want a dollar! I want something to eat!"

If you look like you haven't a dime, you're likely to get a half-hearted shout from the sewer: "Spare some change." You are expected to stop, obey, go over and hand some prick some money.

A proud New Yorker is supposed to know how to handle the shouts from the sidewalk and/or the sudden face-to-face confrontations.

Ignore. Glower. Pay up. Or, one day, become a statistic. Because crazy bums are not always predictable. Give 'em a dollar and they'll be enraged it wasn't five or ten. BANG.

NYC is getting taken over by thugs, violent minorities, homeless nutjobs...and gee, is that a surprise when the mayor's wife looks like a psycho with a prison record?