.

Dear New York,

Merry Christmas!

All our love,
the Transit Workers Union

I was awake at around 4am last night, when the news stations were absolutely freaking out because the TWU had officially announced they had gone on strike, and the MTA ceased to work. While that didn’t necessarily “sink in” fully at the time (hell, I’d been up for 23 hours and running on about 3 hours sleep), it really did hit me this morning.

This is Christmastime… one of the times when New Yorkers need the subway and bus systems the most. Hundreds upon thousands of tourists will be stranded in their hotels, wandering blankly crowding the streets, and unable to find “the MTV building.” People who still need to walk to work are absolutely fucked (like Bloomberg, whom allegedly walked across the Brooklyn Bridge this morning… despite the fact that I’ve yet to see a picture of said event).

What does all this mean for New York City? Shit, I don’t know… but I do know that I’m one lucky bastard that school’s over and I’m comfortable at home.

That having been said, I’m going to kick back, play some video games, and possibly jump in my cushy car and drive around — no walking necessary.

Happy Holidays indeed.