No, we are not all in this together, Karol MarKowicz reminds readers in the New York Post and reprinted in Notable & Quotable, WSJ.
We can’t live like this anymore. The constant new rules, the continued dance around reopening. New York City is failing. Our governor and mayor are keeping us in a state of disarray. . . .
Throughout this crisis, we’ve seen a division: One group, the pajama-wearers, can work from home indefinitely, never leaving their couches. They happily collect their checks and spend their time smug in the satisfaction that they have handled this pandemic flawlessly. They bake bread, buy a Peloton bike and post Instagram pictures of sunrises from vacation homes. They’re happy to listen to every backward directive from elected officials. They haven’t suffered like their fellow New Yorkers.
The second group has either worked through the lockdown or had sleepless nights wondering if their businesses will ever reopen. They’ve contended with ever-changing rules, ever-deferred opening dates and constant attacks on their livelihoods . . . Many of these people compare their lives right now to living in a totalitarian regime, where rules make no sense but people are afraid to say so.
License Pulled for Mocking Cuomo?
The East Village bar Lucky had its liquor license pulled, according to the website Eater, after the owner started a petition “to reverse the state’s new mandate that bars must serve substantial amounts of food with any alcohol purchase.” The Village Line bar in Erie County mocked Cuomo with its menu items, and it too had its liquor license suddenly pulled.
Nonsensical Regulations and Unfair Regulations
If you speak up, your pain could be extended, and every business owner in New York knows it.
You don’t have to think the coronavirus is a hoax—I don’t—to see these rules make no sense. But what they highlight, more than anything else, is that we are not all in this together.
Stop torturing small-business owners with nonsensical regulations and unfair enforcement. Enough.
We want our lives back, all of us—not just the pajama class.