Mark the date: June 16 started a new holiday in New York. Call it Charade Day, because wherever you looked, there was a giant hoax.
Donald Trump insists with a straight face that this time, he’s really, really running for president. Really.
Mayor de Blasio, aiming to avoid attention on the bloody body count, is trying to frighten New Yorkers with another bogeyman — the “unscrupulous landlord,” though he hasn’t found any.
That didn’t stop him from declaring that “2 million New Yorkers are wondering literally . . . what’s going to happen to them. What’s going to happen to their families? What’s going to happen to their apartments?”
He knows the answer is probably “nothing,” but admitting that would ruin his scare scam.
Meanwhile, members of the Legislature, secretive and corrupt in equal measure, are pretending to care about laws when all they really care about is staying out of jail and winning the next election.
Gov. Cuomo is playing the game, too, threatening to keep lawmakers in Albany, a punishment from which there is apparently no escape. That stands in contrast to the all-too-real escape of the two killers whose getaway is making the governor’s J. Edgar Hoover pose look more foolish every day.
Welcome to the New New York, where even the so-called crises are phony. The politics are so distorted by the fun-house mirror that Trump actually injects a note of sincerity.
Think of it this way — you know he’ll do anything for free publicity and can’t be embarrassed, so we’re witnessing a living example of his book, “The Art of the Deal.”
The one hitch in Trump’s announcement is that actually running for president could be his final act, which is probably why the greatest showman in history, P.T. Barnum, turned down demands that he seek the presidency. Barnum, the author of “The Art of Money-Getting,” knew that leaving people wanting more was good for business.
Professional pols know that, too, which is why they’re putting on such a grand show in Albany. Party labels aside, they all claim to be “fighting” for somebody’s rights.
If you pay them, they’ll fight harder, so the drama is a choreographed fund-raiser. This way to the egress!
Monday’s expiration of city rent rules gave the Dems license to crank up the tenant hysteria dial, and de Blasio showed himself a first-rate manipulator. He established a “hot line” for renters if they even feared their landlords might try to evict them, and announced there was a “serious uptick” in calls.
According to The Wall Street Journal, that meant 200 calls instead of the normal 120 or so. Maybe the other 2 million New Yorkers said to be “literally” at risk of losing their homes went shopping instead.