Monday, July 27, 2020

Goodbye, Washington DC. Mayor Bowser broke her contract with residents like me. So we’re leaving.

Between my Irish dad, from the Irish part of Manhattan, and my Italian Mom, from the Italian part of Brooklyn, we have family or friends in practically every part of the city.

We put up with a lot in order to live in the city: lousy transportation, noise, traffic, pollution, and our fair share of homeless people.

Real city people have no bandwidth to lay down dead in the street or start fires as part of a "Protest." Look at our day: after our miserable commute to work, we have long days in the office, followed by happy hour, client dinners, drinks, maybe a fundraiser or two or having cigars at Shelly's-and that doesn't include going to the gym, picking up dry cleaning, seeing our actual friends or spouse, and that miserable commute back home.

Quite honestly, we don't have time for your cause-of which there are so many, so very many causes, so much so that even a city as liberal DC just does not care.

Gay? Black? Trans? No offense so what? We are city people: we have seen it all-literally, all-our entire lives.

DC NEEDS ME, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. Following Bowser's grand gesture, the litany of grievances against the city which I had been unconsciously accumulating for years began to pour out.

I am a buying, consuming, spending, law-abiding DC citizen, one who adds and adds to the city's coffers and never takes.

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