The Gotham nanny who jerks sodas
By Wes Pruden
PrudenPolitics.com
These
are frantic days for the man the Manhattan tabloids
call the Soda Jerk. Michael Bloomberg, the mayor of
New York, is reviewing his troops, readying the SWAT
teams for his campaign to beat back the crime wave
sweeping over Gotham.
The
mayor begins enforcement of his new rules about how
much soda is good for a New Yorker on March 12,
vowing to take neither prisoner nor excuse. Hizzoner
wants to be remembered as the mayor who stopped the
gulping, slurping and burping that threatened to
make Gotham unfit for human habitation. Gotham was
in fact unfit for habitation not so long ago. Then
Rudy Guiliani cleaned up the city, chased the crooks
and thugs to wherever they went, probably New
Jersey, wiped away most of the graffiti and washed
the dirt off the face of the city that never sleeps.
Mike
Bloomberg wants to be remembered as the mayor who
swiped Mary Poppins’ bloomers and became nanny to
the world. The soda smackdown follows earlier
campaigns against sins of the palate – New Yorkers
were eating too much sugar, salt, fats, cigarettes.
Even babies were guilty. The New York Post surveyed
the battlefield of today and reports that Hizzoner
is after a lot more than an 18-ounce container of
Coke, Pepsi and other drinks Hizzoner deems too
sweet.
“If
you order a pizza,” the Post reports, “you cannot
get a large bottle of soda delivered with it.
Already, Domino’s locations across the city are
doing away with 1- and 2-liter bottles of soda . . .
they’ll sell smaller bottles instead, costing you
more money and increasing plastic waste.”
Pizza
restaurants typically charge $3 for a 2-liter bottle
of Coke or Pepsi, the Post says, and after March 12
a customer would have to buy six 12-ounce cans for
$7.50. This will put a crimp in a lot of family
occasions, but that’s a sacrifice the mayor, a
billionaire, is willing to take.
An
anonymous blogger has put together a comparison of
what life in America was like before the mayor and
his ilk came to make things tedious and tiresome for
the rest of us. You don’t have to be a geezer to
appreciate the simpler life in the days before the
nannies arrived. These scenaries of past and present
illustrate.
Only
yesterday, Jack pulls into the parking lot at Happy
Valley High, in from an early-morning quail hunt,
and his shotgun is proudly displayed in the gun rack
in the rear window. The vice principal walks over to
admire the gun (much as Joe Biden might have done),
and goes to his car to get his own shotgun out of
the trunk. He and Jack compare guns, talk of bird
hunts, and put them away when the bell rings.
Fast
forward to Not-so-Happy Valley High, circa 2013.
Jack’s grandson pulls into the parking lot with his
shotgun showing in the gun rack. Lockdown! Someone
calls the cops. The FBI arrives to arrest Jack. He
spends two days in jail and never sees his truck or
gun again.
Scenario Two: Fred wakes up with a headache, takes a
small bottle of aspirin from the medicine chest and
when he arrives at school his pal Jerry has a
headache, too. Fred gives him two aspirin and within
an hour they’re both OK.
Fast
forward again: Fred’s grandson, also named Fred, is
not so lucky. He has a headache, too, and takes a
bottle of aspirin to school, circa 2013, and when
his friend Glenn complains of pain in his knee he
gives him an aspirin. The teacher sees it, calls the
principal, who calls the cops. Fred is thrown out of
school, charged with dealing drugs.
Or
consider what happened to Francisco when he flunked
English on the eve of graduation day at Venice High
in the long ago. Having recently arrived from
Mexico, he was allowed to graduate on his promise to
make it up in summer school. He went on to college
and became an astronaut .
His
nephew Pedro, newly arrived from Quintana Roo in
2013, flunks English, too. He sues the teacher, the
principal and the school, arguing that requiring a
knowledge of English to graduate is racist. The ACLU
joins the suit; Pedro wins. He gets his diploma by
court order and English is taken out of the core
curriculum. Pedro mows lawns for a living because he
cannot speak English and cannot get a job.
Mayor Michael Bloomberg (photo by Rubenstein)
Nothing like this can happen, of course. Not in New
York, anyway. The Soda Jerk will guarantee it.
Wesley Pruden is editor emeritus of The Washington
Times.