Yes, Zohran Mamdani, a democratic socialist that praises Hamas, is mayor of NYC
NYC MAYOR WITH IMAM TIED TO THE 1993 WTC BOMBING
By SyndicatedNews | SNN.BZ
New York City, the indomitable metropolis that once roared with ambition and opportunity, passed away quietly in the early hours of November 5, 2025, at the age of 100. The cause of death: acute ideological intoxication, administered by a coalition of twenty-something activists who mistook TikTok manifestos for governance manuals.
The final blow came when Zohran Mamdani, a 34-year-old democratic socialist who had never balanced a municipal budget, much less survived a winter in Caracas, was sworn in as mayor. The city’s pulse—once measured in yellow cabs, stock tickers, and subway saxophones—flat-lined under the weight of promises too heavy for any treasury to bear.
The infection began innocently enough: free buses, rent freezes, universal childcare. Each sounded noble in a Brooklyn co-op at 2 a.m., but none accounted for the 8.3 million residents who still needed garbage collected, subways running, and police answering 911 calls. The young socialists, raised on student loan forgiveness and moral clarity, had never watched bread lines form in Havana, or seen Caracas skyscrapers dark for lack of diesel. They believed history was a suggestion, not a warning. By January, the MTA’s $19 billion deficit metastasized into $42 billion; bodega owners shuttered under “good cause” eviction bans; and the city’s bond rating was downgraded to “junk” by analysts who had, ironically, fled socialist regimes decades earlier.
The exodus was swift. Hedge funds decamped to Miami, taking 40,000 jobs with them. Tech startups, once lured by tax breaks, now fled to Austin, where electricity worked. The NYPD, gutted by “reimagine” budgets, lost 12,000 officers in 18 months; 911 wait times stretched to 45 minutes. Tourists, warned by viral videos of open-air drug markets in Midtown, rerouted to Orlando. Times Square, once blinding with commerce, flickered like a dying neon sign. The city’s tax base—already 1% of residents paying 45% of income taxes—evaporated as private jets lifted off from Teterboro. The young mayor tweeted, “The billionaires were never your friends,” as the last one left.
The city’s credit has been cut off. Sanitation strikes left 14,000 tons of trash uncollected daily; rats, now unionized in spirit, rule the streets. Public housing, promised “revolutionary upgrades,” instead saw boilers fail in 400 buildings. Blackouts rolled through Harlem and the Bronx as Con Edison, starved of rate hikes, deferred maintenance. The subway, once a 24/7 artery, ran three lines at rush hour—if the third rail sparked. A viral photo of a mother pushing a stroller through knee-deep floodwater in a Station became the new “I ❤️ NY” postcard. The young socialists blamed “capitalist sabotage.” The rest of the world recognized entropy.
New York City is survived by its ghosts: the deli countermen who knew your order, the doormen who hailed cabs in blizzards, the kids who dreamed of making it here because here was it. It is predeceased by Detroit, Cleveland, and every other city that believed socialism was a personality, not a policy. No funeral will be held; the parks are now encampments, and no priest dares enter. In lieu of flowers, send a moving truck to whoever still believes this was about “justice.” The greatest city in the world did not die of old age. It was euthanized by children who thought they could outrun gravity.
