The astronauts on NASA's Artemis 2 mission prepared April 5 to enter the moon's "sphere of influence," having already taking in sights of the lunar surface never before seen by human eyes. AFP via Getty Images He’s a commanding chief Donald will crash through every history book ever printed. Don’t like him? OK. So what? I didn’t like my high school math teacher either but — except when I ask for a raise — I’ve had no trouble with arithmetic. There exists no such gizzard, guts nor game since the days — and nights — of Samson. I understand he wasn’t himself personally in the trenches — but our warriors, under Donald — had the gonads to get that colonel home from Iran. Biden — crouching in his basement toilet — could do that?
WE’RE off to the moon. It’s costing trillions of jillions. Great. Terrific. Hooray to America.
We don’t all have bread but we’re getting AI. Another 4 dollars and you could buy milk.
I know we must get there before Syria, Venezuela or some rat-infested land zooms into Lunar Lane before us. Que pasa if Zambia’s very own got to whoknowswhere before Vladimir’s Russian behind did. Or reached downtown moon — 250,000 miles away from Bergdorf’s, which can use a cash investment — faster than traffic congestion zoomed us up.
USA needed to figure how to schlep to the moon before anyone else. I understand that. Forget how about let’s first spruce up what once was San Francisco. Or maybe Chicago.
We are the elderly, the infirm, children’s schools failing, rumbling crumbling apartments, high prices, limited food, huge taxes, Cape Canaveral and a smelly john. I bet had Donald been on board, he’d have had his recently canned lady lawyer book a zeppelin to schlep up there and fix it.
ANYONE who lives in or schleps through NY knows our street food carts. Sellers who hustle halal something on busy corners. You can sniff them clear to Rhode Island. Retaste it clear to Oahu. We are not talking the Waldorf.
I, whose veins are filled with New York, have downed multiple rice-smothered whatevers off street carts and never knew a street food museum’s here. It’s dedicated to this rice-logged cookery, which all appears from seemingly the same pot. Waiters, maître d’s, busboys, powder rooms, tips, bread, water — forget it. The clientele? Not necessarily of the elite persuasion. Hand cream they don’t need, unless it comes with rice.
Nazli Parvizi is president of the Museum of Food and Drink, which who knew that we even had one.
Parvizi: “It was created 10 years ago. Our founder Dave Arnold said, ‘Why isn’t there something like the Smithsonian dedicated to food? It is literally something we all eat.’ ”
“Middle of the night they prepare food in the commissary kitchen, load the cart and go off. You cannot store food in the street cart. It gets cleaned and washed nightly. Each licensed cart goes through this process.
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“Department of Health does inspections like with every other restaurant. The food is fresh. Street food, from the very beginning, was a way for immigrants to access fresher food than in stores.
“The ingredients are bought at restaurant supply depots or farmers markets, everywhere that restaurants buy foods. It’s all cooked in commercial kitchen commissaries.”
SO this minister was telling a group of politicians what heaven might be like. He said: “At least something you can be sure of: no graft, lying, bribes, fraud.” One pol interrupted with: “Of course not. Because that’s not where our politicians will have gone.”
Said not only in New York, kids, not only in New York.
