Each morning while my Mac is booting up I stand at my window, cup of coffee in hand, and survey my fiefdom. I’m ten floors above 6th Avenue and from that vantage point the streets look like veins, flowing with taxis, buses and pedestrians.
On Wednesday morning I saw something new outside my window. Overnight, the hotel across the avenue had been ringed with concrete NYPD car/truck bomb barricades. Many high-profile buildings in Manhattan have cement barricades that are disguised as planters, but the temporary ones used by the NYPD are more function than form. They’re pretty obvious. The cops are expecting trouble.
The Warwick Hotel isn’t exactly a top-tier hotel and I couldn’t imagine what high profile guest would warrant protection against a possible truck bomb. It seems absurd. Then it came out in the news. This week, the UN General Assembly is meeting and this turd will be speaking:
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, President of Iran and “wee man” syndrome sufferer, is staying right across the street. Boy, is the hotel catching hell. There will be protests. Great. I don’t want to be collateral damage! Why can’t he stay at the Iranian consulate’s residence? More importantly, if I see him, would that count as a celebrity spotting? I hope he wears that snazzy 1988 Members Only jacket.