This was to have been the year of Bill de Blasio — the year America’s mayor set out to tug urban progressivism center-stage and maybe become a movement superstar in the process.
Didn’t work out.
He’s the Democratic mayor of the greatest city in the world — and his party’s presumptive 2016 presidential nominee would choke on her tongue before she’d say his name in public.
His aggressively progressive president doesn’t have, or appear even to want, his cellphone number.
His Democratic governor piddles on him in public every chance he gets.
Oh, and that Iowa caucus for party progressives he called to shape movement messaging? Cancelled due to lack of progressives.
The Year of the Blaz? Not even close.
As for his day job: Two years into de Blasio’s mayoralty, New York City’s doing pretty OK — which speaks to the efficacy of autopilot.
De Blasio inherited a city all but free of serious crime; a city rolling in dough — a city with vexing problems and elusive solutions but self-confident and optimistic.
He had rolled in on one of those constricted “landslides” so common to one-party towns. But then came buyers’ remorse.
The mayor has struggled in the polls since Day One, and it’s getting worse. Just last month 52% of all voters — and 63% of whites — told tabulators that the city “is on the wrong track.”
No surprise there. Not for nothing are New Yorkers famous for their, um, baloney detectors.