A minor wordplay on Robert Churchill’s book. Bitter and I went up to
Mordor New York tonight for dinner and a concert. Since King Bloomberg deems salt unfit for his subjects, I decided I needed to engage in a minor act of defiance:
In truth the food was fine without the salt, but it had to be done. I return to the Kingdom of Bloombergia in a couple of weeks, and it is my intent to smuggle in a Big Gulp. It’s interesting that I can’t order an Imperial Pint of Coke in New York, unless I ask them to put rum in it too, in which case it’s fine. I still await the day when I can carry a firearm through the streets of New York without Bloomberg or any other New York mayor being able to do a damned thing about it.