Add The New York Post on Google Champagne socialists; limousine liberals; nepo baby Bolsheviks — whatever you might call them, the chutzpah of the emerging class of DSA elites is nothing short of staggering.
Gustavo Gordillo, the nearly 40-year-old co-chair of New York City’s Democratic Socialists of America chapter, kicks back in a cushy Bed-Stuy row house that his parents bought and renovated for him.
This is the same guy who appeared to relish the idea of bodega owners being put out of business by Mayor Zohran Mamdani’s bread-line boondoggle during one recent interview with Fox News’ Martha MacCallum.
And who called out landlords directly by striking down the straw man of a “constitutional right to double-digit returns on their investment.”
Meanwhile, the DSA’s official platform calls for “a redistribution of land from the landowners to the landless.”
Maybe we should start with luxury bachelor pads inhabited by middle-aged failsons moonlighting as cartoon villains?
Then you have far-left celebrity strategist Morriz Katz, one of the principals behind both Mamdani’s successful campaign and Graham Platner’s humiliating flameout, who signed a $6,500 lease in November — but “was late on his rent for the first three months” and “eventually . . . allegedly stopped paying entirely.”
Oh, and the apartment he left behind after mercifully moving out (and finally paying up) was a veritable pigsty.
“He didn’t clean up any of his s–t,” his super told The Post.
Charming — and inexplicable, given the fact that he too was born and bred in privilege with quick access to the funds he had agreed to pay his landlord.
Of course, they aren’t the only hypocritical, wealth-hoarding “Eat the Rich” crusaders.
Mamdani himself is the son of award-winning filmmaker Mira Nair and Columbia University professor Mahmood Mamdani, who vacation at their five-bedroom, four-bathroom Ugandan estate featuring a pristine infinity pool and views of Lake Victoria.
Will he follow up his ghastly publication of a pied-à-terre hitlist by calling on his parents to make out proportionate checks to the Ugandan government?
Or is his philosophy “play for me, punishment for thee”?
The leader of his Office to Protect Tenants thinks homeownership is a “weapon of white supremacy,” but retires to her mom’s $1.6 million property for holidays.
City Council ally and fellow rich kid Chi Ossé blows off steam from his taxpayer-funded job at the Met Gala.
Tracy Rosenthal, the “Abolish Rent!” activist who has boasted about bankrupting her ex-landlord and has been elevated by Mamdani, grew up in a lucrative music studio owned by her dad that’s played host to David Bowie, Blondie and Coldplay.
And 9/11 apologist Hasan Piker, the son of a longtime high-ranking executive at a multibillion-dollar Turkish megacorporation, playacts as an Islamo-Marxist guerrilla from the comfort of his apparent dog torture chamber.
The disconnect between these lucky Leninists’ lifestyles and their rhetoric isn’t just striking, it’s illuminating.
Each has always had generational wealth they had no part in creating to fall back on — and they often do.
Their relationship with money has always been detached from their own hard work or ingenuity.
Many have never had a real job their entire lives.
So of course they don’t value the skill or diligence it takes to build wealth.
If anything, they resent those who have actually made something of themselves.
No doubt there are some mommy and daddy issues in there, too, that they’re taking out on the rest of us.
And some of them clearly recognize far-left politics for the profitable, cushy grift it is.
Ascend to power promising to tax the rich at home before absconding to live rich abroad? It’s nice work if you can get it.
Stiff your landlord on the rent and get a pat on the back from the mayor? Why not?
Make millions off your Maoist-chic aesthetic while cruising around in your Porsche? Hell yeah!
For these floatie-wearing Lost Boys and Girls, their bad ideas are all fun and games — a cheap, easy way to achieve fame, feign rebelliousness and pad their already-loaded bank accounts.
For the rest of us, they’re an existential threat to the lives we’ve actually earned.
