“I always had this perverted sense of pride because I was managing to scrape by here,” said Brooklyn resident Andrew McQuade, who, after watching two subway rats gnawing on a third bloody rat carcass, finally determined that New York City was a giant sprawling cancer. “Well, fuck that. I don’t need to pay $2,000 a month to share a doghouse-sized apartment with some random Craigslist dipshit to prove my worth. I want to live like a goddamn human being.”
…When fleeing New Yorkers were asked if they would miss the city’s iconic landmarks, most responded that Central Park is just a pathetic excuse for experiencing actual nature, that the Brooklyn Bridge is great but it’s just a fucking bridge, that nobody goes to the Met anyway, and that living in a dingy, grime-caked apartment while exhaust fumes from an idling truck seep through your bedroom window isn’t worth slightly bigger bagels.
One begins to suspect that the writer lives in NYC, that he or she has finally had it hit ‘em in the face that the primary benefit of living there is being able to brag to non-New Yorkers about living in New York…and that he or she will most likely be leaving soon.
This is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read. Here’s another taste:
Before departing by private helicopter, Mayor Michael Bloomberg spoke with members of the media to address the situation.
“You know what the greatest city in the world is?” Bloomberg asked reporters. “Scottsdale, Arizona. It’s clean, it’s not too big, it’s got a couple streets with shops and restaurants, and the people there aren’t fucking insane. This place is fucking insane. And by the way, that’s not a reason to like it. Anyone who says that is a delusional dirtbag.”
Read Mike’s commentary (he knows from personal experience) and then read all the way to the end of the cite for the perfect twist.