Rotten Apple Eats Itself

New York, blink twice if you smell hot brown and sadness. The concrete jungle dreams are allegedly made of is in a tailspin to dumpsterville.

Totally cool, hip as heck ERIC Adams isn't even pretending anymore. You make yourself a sanctuary, squander all your money on hotel rooms for people who don't care about your values, remove the ability to enforce any rules and smear anybody who tries to be a decent person and boom, you played yourself.

And instead of financially reigning in your garbage programs, you cut the most important ones you've got. Hahahah you can't make this up.

They will clap for you and salute you and pretend they appreciate you, then they dump in your porrage and tell you it's brown sugar.