NYC Suffers Under Theater Kid Commie Rule And No One Should Be Surprised

Happy Friday, folks.

Let’s check in on our favorite socialist mayor’s city. Shall we?

In the span of 24 hours, the terror sympathizing, Ugandan native took to X to proclaim that if landlords stepped out of line he’d seize their property, that his “talk with the people” (more like Hugo Chávez’s rambling Aló, Presidente) is dropping soon, that anyone sitting on a second home worth over five million dollars in New York City should expect a little love letter in the mail about their new pied-a-terre tax, and that HE HAS BEEN BRIEFED on the terror attack on the Upper West Side, where an Asian man and a Jewish man were stabbed with a screwdriver by a Muslim screaming “Allahu Akbar.”

Be careful subscribing to his social media pages. You might get whiplash. Or have a heart attack.

But of course all of this comes as a shock to no one. This is a man who ran for office promising to come for pesky landlords’ buildings and squeeze every last penny from New York’s most successful residents. He is, by his own design, a communist cosplayer whose favorite new hobby is announcing “he has been briefed.”

The only shocking thing about a shocking week is that we’ve all stopped being shocked.

He spent time at a a mosque earlier this year that has documented ties to an Iranian-government front, where the imam sang about “the killing of the infidels by your sword.” (Infidels, for those keeping score at home, means anyone who isn’t Muslim. So, most of his subjects.) He says, often and loudly, that Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu is a war criminal, and that he’ll use his vast and terrifying mayoral power to have him arrested for “genocidal actions.” (He has no such power, and appears equally unclear on what “genocide” means.) This week he posted a moody little video branding the Jewish state as evil incarnate and urging New Yorkers to use “every tool they have” against it. He also declined to condemn the call to “globalize the intifada,” a rallying cry for violence against Jews and Israelis.

So no, my jaw did not hit the floor when a man took his wisdom to heart and stabbed a man on his way to synagogue.

Jewish New Yorkers are furious, and rightly frightened. City leaders used a press conference to accuse the mayor of “fanning the flames of hatred and division.” Which is exactly what he’s done. Even Hedge Hero Bill Ackman suggested the mayor take a little field trip to the Holocaust Museum, presumably so someone can finally explain to him what the word he keeps butchering actually means.

The NYPD has had it with the smarmball, too. Their relationship soured the moment the internet unearthed a video of Mamdani claiming the department’s boots are “laced by the IDF,” and they’ve been in full breakup mode ever since. President of the New York City Police Benevolent Association Patrick Hendry warned that the mayor’s rhetoric is pushing things too far: “When the mayor of the city is actively calling for demonstrations, violent agitators will assume they have permission to cause as much havoc as possible.” NYPD Detectives Endowment Association President Scott Munro put it more bluntly, saying Mamdani “acts like he’s leading a protest movement instead of running the largest city in America.”

Yep. And boy has havoc ensued. Because for the Left, violent protest is encouraged, excused, and practically canonized, so long as it’s done in the name of the almighty omnicause.

And Zohran, ever the multitasker, tries to hold every banner at once. He’s pro-trans, throwing pride parties at Town Hall and announcing a $15 million investment in gender-mutilative care (one imagines the imam was thrilled). He’s pro-“underprivileged,” except his rent freeze is quietly crushing the immigrants and working-class renters he claims to champion, who are now staring down record-high payments. He’s pro-Palestine, a cause whose governing authority executes gay people for the crime of existing, and he’s decidedly anti-America, a country he insists is starving its children while oligarchs run wild.

He’s doing cartwheels around these ideologies. It’s exhausting to try and follow.

But that’s who he is, and how he clawed his way to the top. A theater kid turned failed rapper who talked his way into Gracie Mansion and started acting like a warm and fuzzy dictator instead of what he actually is: the overseer of a five-borough sanitation budget.

None of his promises have landed. Bus fares are more expensive. Rents are up, not down; the city isn’t safer, it’s louder. But he will keep pretending to fix these problems after being duly “briefed.”

He’s a walking contradiction in a suit and keffiyeh.

Twenty-five years after this country buried nearly 3,000 people killed in the name of the very rhetoric Mamdani can’t bring himself to condemn, New York elected a mayor who sat through a call to kill the infidels and called it a privilege to be there. History does not usually repeat itself so quickly, or so loudly, but here we are. Ahlan.

Happy Friday, indeed.