We who live here become serfs in our own town, forced to postpone or curtail our activities for the convenience of the UN’s pooh-bas. Cops swarm and swagger, kowtowing to these leeches while abusing citizens who involuntarily foot the bills as though we’re suspects — and mangy ones at that.
Life in UNwelcoming New YorkWritten by Becky Akers
The United Nations’ evil doesn’t end with providing dictators like Moammar Gadhafi and Barack Obama a glittery platform at exorbitant expense. Nor does it exhaust its wickedness when it sticks its noxious nose into the world’s business. It also turns New York into an occupied city during the fortnight its General Assembly meets on Manhattan’s East Side.