Hell, I still love you, New York, and I’m your Huckleberry

New York has successfully banned cigarettes in bars and trans fats in restaurants.  Little did the governing board of the Metropolitan Transit Authority realize what kind of shitstorm they’d create when they tried to ban alcohol sales on commuter trains.  In the face of an overwhelmingly negative reaction to their plans to strip one of the few joys remaining in the lives of New York commuters, the board wisely relented.

So this asshat in quarantine in Atlanta with a highly drug resistant strain of tuberculosis seemingly knew he had some form of the disease prior to hopping on a flight leaving the country.  Now he sits guarded in an Atlanta hospital room under a federal isolation order, the first such order issued in four decades.  I, for one, an glad that this wunderfuck has an armed guard sitting outside his hotel room.  Had I been on one of those flights, I’d be wearing his steaming viscera around my neck for exposing me to XDRTB, which in this case isn’t some Sony-concocted bass enhancement technology.  This motherfucker should be kept on the no-fly list for-fucking-ever.  If he dies outside the country, his remains should be required to travel back to the U.S. via cargo ship.  He was quoted in an interview with the Atlanta Journal-Constitution as saying, “I’m a very well-educated, successful, intelligent person.  This is insane to me, that I have an armed guard outside my door, when I’ve cooperated with everything other than the whole solitary-confinement-in-Italy thing”.  How Clintonian of him.  That’s a little like Paris Hilton saying, “Well, like, I, like, totally cooperated with everything the court asked me to, ya know, do except, like, not drive”.  I am eagerly anticipating someone blowing this guy’s cover and making him the Steve Bartman of airline passengers.