OOOOPS! SORRY. YOU WERE WRONG.
New York’s Moronic Voters Getting What They Didn’t Know They Wished For.
It took less than sixty days for the “Mamdani Revolution” to collide with the cold, hard reality of a New York City sidewalk. In the fastest political nosedive in the city’s history, Zohran Mamdani has transformed from a progressive messiah into a symbol of total municipal collapse. From the ice-clogged streets of Queens to the trash-strewn alleys of Brooklyn, the verdict is in: the mayor is a failure. But as the “regret” begins to boil over in the outer boroughs, a harsher truth remains—New Yorkers got exactly what they voted for.
The signs were there from the start. Mamdani didn’t run on a platform of picking up the trash, fixing the subways, or keeping property taxes stable. He ran on a platform of “global justice” and performative activism. He was the candidate for the “Self-Hating American” voter—the person who cares more about a “wealth tax” than a snowplow. When you elect a man who views the city not as a machine that needs to run, but as a laboratory for social experiments, you shouldn’t be surprised when the lights go out and the bills go up.
The current 9.5% property tax hike is the ultimate “I told you so.” This isn’t a tax on the Manhattan elites; it’s a heat-seeking missile aimed at the Black and Brown middle class in Southeast Queens. These are the homeowners who were promised a “new era” of equity and instead were handed a bill for a $127 billion budget they can’t afford. They are being held hostage by an administration that would rather bankrupt its own citizens than trim a single cent from its bloated activist bureaucracy.
NOTE: It’s okay when white New Yorkers are the victims of the heat-seeking missile of tax hikes, but when it happens to brown people it’s noted as the crime that it is.
Then there is the physical decay. The sight of melting snow revealing weeks of uncollected garbage and “dog poop minefields” is the perfect metaphor for this mayoralty. It is “C-grade” leadership from a man who is clearly more comfortable at a protest than in a boardroom. Under Mamdani, the basic “social contract” of the city—you pay your taxes, we plow your streets—has been ripped up.
The hard truth is that New Yorkers deserve this loser. They were seduced by a “brand” and a Twitter following. They chose a man who treated the mayoralty like a missionary trip rather than a job. While people are freezing in unplowed neighborhoods and black homeowners are watching their equity evaporate, Mamdani is still playing the victim, blaming Albany and the “millionaires” for his own inability to manage a budget.
New York didn’t vote for a manager; they voted for a mascot for their own self-loathing. Now, as the city sinks under the weight of filth and fiscal insanity, they have to live with the consequences of their “idiot” vote. There is no recall. There is no escape. There is only the long, cold realization that when you vote for a circus, you shouldn’t be shocked when the clowns start running the show.
Then there is the hubris of his labor strategy. Mamdani entered City Hall with the wide-eyed, naive belief that his “organizer” credentials would make the city’s powerful municipal unions his willing foot soldiers. He thought that by chanting their slogans on the campaign trail, he would be immune to the “labor peace” extortion that has bled previous mayors dry. Instead, he is finding out that the sanitation unions aren’t interested in his “theory of change”; they are interested in their contracts.
By failing to secure the cooperation of the rank-and-file before the winter hit, he effectively became a hostage to the very “mob” he claimed to represent. The unplowed streets aren’t just a failure of logistics; they are a message from a workforce that knows a rookie when they see one. Mamdani is learning the hardest lesson in New York politics: you aren’t the unions’ brother-in-arms; you’re their ATM. And in his arrogance, he thought he could pay them in “solidarity” instead of results.
The Bible Verse of the Broken City
“When the wicked rise to power, people hide. But when they perish, the righteous thrive.” — Proverbs 28:28
Why this verse is pertinent: It speaks to the current atmosphere in New York—a city where the average person feels they have to “hide” or hunker down to survive the incompetence of their own leadership. It suggests that the city cannot thrive until the “wicked” mismanagement is cleared away.
A Prayer for the Taxpayer
“Lord,
Have mercy on the working people of New York who are being crushed by the arrogance of their leaders. Protect the homeowners in Queens and the families in the outer boroughs from the greed of a mayor who would tax them out of their own heritage. Give the voters the wisdom to never again be fooled by a hollow promise, and grant this city the strength to endure the consequences of its own choices until a leader with a true heart for the people arrives.
Amen.”
