Cheek, in Review: 7 Days of Runnin' Scared
We know how you feel, kid. Via Craftser via urlesque.
We suspect Obama got that Iranian-American reporter released, and he's certainly trying to help refugees and rescue us from financial criminals. But does he get credit? No -- because he he laughed at Wanda Sykes, just like all the newly-reclassified Democrat Socialists.
We were nice to Kirsten Gillibrand, because her friends were mean to her, and she tried to get the Xanax and hormones out of our drinking water.
Mayor Bloomberg found new sources of income for the city, charging the homeless to stay in shelters and raising the water rate. He heroically avoided another 4/27. He showed obvious contempt for a nannying playground-sign bill, but was more respectful of a bill offering teen prisoners some protections. He recruited a banker to run NYCHA and took questions from lawyers about his firm. He bet on lacrosse but it's okay because it's not his game.
And of course we learned about another of his shady aides.
State senator Kevin Parker beat up a photog. That John Lennon thing opened at the Rock Hall Annex, with attendant hoopla. The Yankees auctioned off their crap, including the dirt (cheap? Ha!), and hosted Hillary; the Mets got a streaker (and the Voice was there!). David Yassky went in for the "transparency" racket. It looks like hate crime came back to Christopher Street. A tax pissed off gamers.
A Times economic reporter invested unwisely.
The MTA said, okay: $2.25.
Tom Golisano: Run It or Leave It!
Craigslist quit the online prostitution biz -- leaving the field to Twitter.
Judge Judy endorsed Leslie Crocker Snyder.