Aww, that’s a shame, I hate it for ya.
NYC mayor Eric Adams says the city is at ‘breaking point’ as 400 asylum seekers arrive EACH DAY – and submits an emergency aid request to Gov. Kathy Hochul to help shelter hundreds of migrants
New York City Mayor Eric Adams said the city has reached its ‘breaking point’ as 400 asylum seekers arrive at the Big Apple every day.
Adams has submitted an emergency mutual aid request to the state and Gov. Kathy Hochul asking for immediate help over the weekend to house the incoming migrants.
‘We are at our breaking point,’ Adams said. ‘Based off our projections, we anticipate being unable to continue sheltering arriving asylum seekers on our own.
‘Our initial request is for shelter to accommodate 500 asylum seekers, but, as New York City continues to see numbers balloon, this estimate will increase as well.’
Yeh, yeh, yeh. Tell it to El Paso, or any other of a huge number of Texas border towns, whydon’tcha.
The plea for help comes a week after Colorado joined the list of states busing migrants to New York City to alleviate the burden for those near the southern border and to get the asylum seekers to their preferred destination.
Adam’s office noted that the city has received more than 3,100 asylum seekers in the previous week, averaging about 400 each day, with 835 arriving on Thursday alone.
‘All this is pushing New York City to the brink,’ Adams said. ‘Since last spring, the city has stepped up to welcome approximately 40,000 asylum seekers, providing them with shelter, food, and connections to a host of resources.
Which still amounts to a mere drop in the proverbial bucket of the tsunami of illegals the border states have been inundated by, for years now. This next bit of blue-on-blue, friendly-fire aggression, though, is something kinda new.
The mayor also appeared to take a swipe at the Biden administration and federal lawmakers over the lack of solutions at the border, which saw a spike in illegal immigration in recent months.
‘The absence of sorely needed federal immigration reform should not mean that this humanitarian crisis falls only on the shoulders of cities,’ Adams said.
Sez you, Mr “In this house, we believe that no human being is ‘illegal’.”
‘We need support and aid from our federal and state partners and look forward to working together to meet this crisis head-on.’
Always with the beggar’s-hand out with these smarmy asshats, innit. Quelle surprise, that.
Later in the piece, Mayor Whinezalot bleats and moans about how very, very “unfair” it is that Colorado is joining the ever-lengthening list of much-put-upon states who have decided to shift a mere tithe of their wetback burden to NYC, but “unfair’ is hardly the right word here. Forcing self-proclaimed “sanctuary” cities like NYC to put their money where their self-righteous yaps are at last and share in a problem they did a great deal to help create is the very definition of “fair.”
I grew up in the conservative burbs of NYC and still have an affectionate place in my heart for ‘The City’.
But now I know why Ford To NYC: Drop Dead still resonates with people.
I’ve never been a big city fan. The question is why not? Is it because I just don’t like the big crowd? Possibly, as I don’t. Or is it that I know those cities operate with a high degree of corruption? More likely.
I recall the first time I was actually down inside that place 🙂 Having been put out near Grand Central with vague instructions on where the bus to JFK would pick me up (only once did I make this mistake), it was late afternoon and I’m expecting tens of thousands of people, and it was deserted. Seriously, every day normal and it’s nearing 6pm and it’s empty. So, standing there looking lost while trying to remember those “simple” instructions, a NYC beat cop saunters up and asks if I need some help. Well, yes says I in my very Southern accent. The gentleman was so kind that he literally walked me up the two blocks, turned right one block, then down to the place the bus would arrive. Nothing was marked and I would never have found it had it not been for that kindness.
Future moments in the City were pretty much the same. In spite of the reputation, everyone I have ever come into contact with has been quite gracious. That was a long time ago and it changed my opinion of the people living in the city.
What year was that, if I may ask?
NYC has always been an extraordinary enigma. Incredibly vibrant, extraordinarily beautiful at times and places, and then a basic shithole if you wander a few blocks the wrong way.
Central Park can be breathtaking in it’s beauty during the day and a nightmare at night. True most of my life.
I was happy to grow up outside of The City in nice suburbs the likes of which resembled the TV Show “The Wonder Years”. Which is basically how I grew up. Occasional excursions into “The City” was enough for us.
Then there were the baker’s dozen years I worked on “The Street” with the people that were legends and/or infamous, yet mostly a grind day to day. Once again punctuated by occasional “is this real” moments like Gatsby like parties at Windows On The World or somesuch.
It’s a beautiful place for someone like Sinatra or the Beautiful People with lots of money. At least it was until recently.
I think now it’s just getting shitty for everyone, even the Rich, Beautiful People.
Kenny, I’m not certain exactly what year that initial “contact” was, but it must have been around 1980, certainly before 1985.
You’re probably right about what’s happening now. The corruption is worse than ever, the criminals run and control most everything, and not just NYC.
Almost forgot, my sisters started going there to shop after 9/11, just there way of supporting the city in the aftermath. Fly up, spend the weekend shopping and fly home. It’s really a short trip by air. They did that for years but no longer go.
My beloved mother in law still lives there, in the same apartment my late wife Christiana lived in for many years. She tells me the place is now nothing like what it was, a mere ghostly shadow of its former self thanks to the mass out-migration during the Fauxvid debacle. It’s become downright eerie, she says.
A number of NYC refugee’s relocated to Hatteras Island…
My grandparents and many others from southern Lawn Guyland from our working man’s “yacht club” used to head down to Hatteras for four day fishing jaunts chasing tuna and shark. That and “The Canyon”, which I’m sure many NC fishing boats would head towards as well.
As a matter of fact my grandpa was the “skipper” for a millionaire insurance magnate during the 30s who left out of Montauk. They had caught a world record swordfish and their picture was in the South Street Seaport Museum when I went there during the 80s when Pier 17 was the hot place to go on a Friday Night after markets closed.
So, The Cape has been known to me since I was in kindergarten. A sort of exotic place I wished I had visited when I had the chance.
Which reminds me, Montauk is one of those iconic places (for a marine science type like me) that I’ve not made it to. I need to make that trip soon, before I leave this planet.
Hatteras Island is only 4 hours and change away you know…
Montauk is lovely as is Gardener’s Bay and other sections of the Forks of LI.
Don’t forget to snap a picture of The Memory Motel from Stones fame and if possible have a CD/MP3 of Billy Joel’s Downeaster Alexa playing on a loop when you get there.
Well, I will not be going for the stones or joel…
And I hate the stones almost as much as that POS springsteen.
“In spite of the reputation, everyone I have ever come into contact with has been quite gracious.”
That’s always been my experience there too, Barry. Without exception, the vanishingly few rude jerks I ran into during my time there were either B&T types (Bridge & Tunnel, ie from NJ or Lawn Guyland) or transplants from some Podunkville in the Midwest who thought way too much of themselves to bother with being friendly, or even polite, to anybody.
On the other hand, the native New Yorkers I dealt with every single day–at the laundromat, the bodega, on the streets, etc–were all wonderful folks. The five years I spent there in the early-mid 90s were some of the very best years of my life, and I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for the place.
It’s probably true of most big the big cities, Mike. Chicago was always pleasant IMO.
Paris or Lyon are the only big cities I would live in though. Just me, but I’d go for the food, and stay for more food. My goal would be to weigh in around 300… 🙂
Brooklyn and Queens cujines were known to be the B&T jerks to the rest of Lawn Guyland. I guess the same with Joisy. Wannabes that couldn’t make it in NYC proper and couldn’t head out to Nassau/Suffolk and maintain a quarter acre 3 bed/2 1/2 bath properly.
An hour 15 minute commute!? Fuggetaboutit.