Funny story: His Holiness (John the pastor) down at the soup kitchen was telling me a story yesterday as we washed coffee cups and tin bowls. Apparently, several years ago he was pastor at a church on the Upper West Side – which was located directly across the street from the precinct. One day the Commander came over and requested that the church host the cops’ annual bash. John said it would be fine.
Now if you’ve never seen NYPD’s partying, you’ve missed quite a spectacle (you recall from another post that I have). I think it’s fair to say that the boys get down – with liquor as their catalytic substance of choice. Knowing this (I would assume), the Commander entered midway and asked if there’d been any fights yet. John responded that happily, no violence had broken out up to that point and then added “if it does, who am I gonna call, ghostbusters?” Haha. I guess the fire department would be the answer. And then you could have an all out Pier 6 style brawl. What fun!
Moving on… has anybody noticed that I’ve been writing something new every day now that this fucking blog generates zero local dollars? I mean…what’s the point? But then again, what’s the point of jerking off – which is essentially what I’m doing now. And since I no longer jerk off sexually, I might as well massage myself by blogging. Speaking of which…ya know what? Now that the cheesecake is gone I figured the traffic would drop precipitously but actually, it’s only down 10 – 15%!
So I just finished reading “THE MAKING OF DONALD TRUMP” and I gotta tell ya…not pretty. It astounds me that DJT is actually the president of the United States if for no other reason than he’s essentially an intern learning the profession of politics. Forget about Donald buying most of his concrete from a guy some call Joey Socks!
Ya know…if I were drinking beer in a juke joint and Donald Trump sat down next to me and struck up a conversation, I might get a kick out of the guy for having entertainment value in a misogynistic kind of way appropriate for the venue. After all…Stuttering John (excuse me, John Melendez) once told me that when he was looking to rent an apartment, DJT took the time to sit John down and school him on the abc’s of New York real estate before one of his visits to the Stern Show. I’m sure that Trump is not without his charming moments. But president of the United States? Pinch me and tell me it’s all a bad dream. This can’t really be happening.
Suddenly, I just realized that I forgot to watch BILL MAHER last night. Just too busy with the ball game! I’m off to Spectrum or You Tube.