The New York Post must be feeling awfully proud of itself today. After devoting yesterday’s front cover to publicly shaming a homeless woman for keeping a fleet of shopping carts to hold her things, the paper has succeeded in getting the police to come and throw those things in the garbage. Great job, everyone.
Are you scared of homeless people? Subway dancers? Anyone poor enough to take the subway at all? Do dreams of squeegee men washing windshields with their own public urination keep you up at night? It’s time you ratcheted those fears up—how does “disorder and chaos unlike anything we’ve seen or imagined” strike your fancy?
This was how things worked, as Curtis Sliwa recalls it, back in the heyday of the Guardian Angels, from the late ’70s through the early ’90s: In one subway car, Sliwa might break up a fistfight, then move to the next car and find a domestic dispute in progress. In the following car, there might be a drug dealer pushing his product, and in the car after that, a group of young men openly drinking malt liquor 40s and smoking blunts.
The New York Post continues its vigorous defense of All Cops Everywhere from the extremely rude Quentin Tarantino, reporting today that the director never actually spent any time in jail, despite repeated claims over many years that he spent at least 8 days in Los Angeles County lockup for traffic tickets.
You may have heard of Hasna Ait Boulahcen, the woman who died in a raid carried about by French police in the days after the attacks in Paris. Or you might have seen her on the website of the Daily Mail, which said it obtained exclusive photos of her, or the New York Post, which dubbed her the “skanky suicide bomber” in a front-page story
Last week was all about Quentin Tarantino at the New York Post—with the number of articles about the Pulp Fiction director skyrocketing literally infinitely over the last year. After the staggering increase, New Yorkers of a certain age can’t help but be reminded of the last time it seemed like the maverick director appeared in the tabloid this regularly.
What does a grim news story of rape make you want think about? If you answered more rape!, you have a kindred spirit in New York Post editor and brutality fetishist Col Allan, whose paper’s front page today calls for the sexual violation of disgraced Subway pitchman Jared Fogle, who pleaded guilty to charges of child pornography possession and abuse of minors. “ENJOY A FOOT LONG IN JAIL,” the Post crows—a double entendre playing off the size of a large Subway sandwich, a product Fogle has endorsed, and the imagined length of a large penis, which the newspaper hopes will be used to penetrate Fogle’s body against his will while he is imprisoned.
Earlier this month, after a grand jury in Staten Island declined to prosecute the cop who placed an unarmed Staten Island father named Eric Garner in a chokehold, Mayor Bill de Blasio appeared on ABC’s This Week, where he mentioned having “the talk” with his 17-year-old son Dante when he was little.