So, when the Big Apple volunteers to spend a dozen years under a colorless antiseptic zillionaire with whiny, hectoring, faux-patrician Boston vowels who weekends in Bermuda and jets back to his nanny state on Monday morning to declare it illegal to put more than three sugars in your coffee, either the city's self-mythologizing has always been a total crock or something is shifting in the American psyche.
... he is a portent of the future. To a man like Bloomberg, believing in global warming and gun control is like believing the sun rises in the east and water runs downhill...
Monday, May 13, 2013
Nanny Bloomberg
Or, as Mark Steyn dubs him, Michael Poppins:
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