Is an anti-Trump cafe headed for the East Village? It’s COMING SOON, if we’re to believe the signage that has mysteriously appeared at 64 Second Avenue, between East 3rd and 4th Streets. Or maybe it’s just a fakeout along the lines of “NYC’s First Bar for Pregnant Women.”
2016 presidential election
On the heels of last night’s massive protest march in response to Donald Trump’s election, demonstrators again gathered in Union Square this afternoon to voice their opposition to the president-elect. “This is what democracy looks like,” protesters chanted while waving signs with anti-Trump slogans.
It’s impossible to ignore it—this is a weird, weird day in New York City. The Trump-fueled angst is palpable. Subway cars are eerily silent. Everyone is avoiding eye contact. Masses of people are moping around like their dog just died. But a few positive thinkers are channeling good vibes at an impromptu gathering that started this morning in Union Square. More →
The mood was shifting just as I made my way toward House of Yes around 10 pm last night. Commentators on NBC, CNN, and anywhere else were starting to look flustered– especially Wolf Blitzer (a guy who looks like he passed up coffee to stick his fingers into an electrical socket) whose discombobulated outbursts and spastic reportage were only adding to a slowly-building sense of panic. Many battlegroud states were still too close to call, but Trump and Hillary were now neck-and-neck. That menacing meter on the New York Times site, which measured the probability of a Trump victory, was jumping up from its position at “we’re cool” to “we’re so, so fucked.”
Last week’s video of Donald Trump bragging about sexual assault threw a giant dildo into a campaign that seemed impervious to shame, just as the candidate had almost started seeming more presidential (at least, in light of the spotty track record of previous presidents). As screwed up as the whole thing is, nothing in the video was all that surprising. The “locker room talk” only confirmed Trump’s image as a billionaire playboy who trades skyscrapers (his most phallic assets) like Pokémon cards, and gets whatever his little Trump desires.
“His whole image is vulgarly sexual in a way,” agreed Alfred Steiner, the curator of a very timely new art show. “And he’s played right into that the whole time.”
Let’s be real about this right up front– if we’re talking actual votes, Ralph Nader hasn’t exactly seen a lot of success as a presidential candidate. We’re taught that, as a third-party candidate who has run with the New Party, no party, and Green Party, Nader’s campaigns have been doomed from the start, just like those of every other non-binary (i.e. neither Democrat nor Republican) political player seeking the highest office (or really any office of consequence) in the land.
During a taping of Comedy Central’s The Nightly Show With Larry Wilmore earlier today, Bernie Sanders was asked, “Are you Jesus?” – after all, Wilmore pointed out, he has dabbled in carpentry, he’s Jewish, he’s been invited to the Vatican, and “millions of people come to hear you speak your sermons on mounts.” (Or, thousands come to Washington Square Park, at least.) The answer was no. Bernie had already proven as much during an earlier segment, in which he refused to turn the other cheek against Republicans and capped off a speech about “New York values” with a Brooklyn-style mic drop.
Didn’t wake up at 1 a.m. to get a spot in line to see Vampire Weekend serenade Bernie Sanders at Washington Square Park this afternoon? There’s still plenty of Bernie love to go around the city ahead of the primary next Tuesday.
If you thought today’s pop quiz would be the last you’d hear about the Cormac McCarthiest presidential candidate of all-time, think again. Yesterday we spotted a mystery man plastering the above image over a doorframe right next to New Museum. After he climbed down from his ladder and got ready to make like a rat and
copulate with Ted Cruz scamper off, we had a word with him about the latest of many, many, many, many creative attempts to bring down the Donald.
Despite the cold that had descended on Washington Square Park Monday evening, a half dozen activists were clearly feeling The Bern. Their task: get Democrats registered to vote in New York’s April primary — hopefully for Bernie Sanders, their feisty man of the people.