Backing New York State is a losing proposition. Bettors could make a fortune by putting their ducats against whatever the state does, as there’s no surer wager than banking on the state’s population continuing to dwindle. If you think present tax rates attract businesses, you’ll be joining those already here in destitution soon.
As an example of why the gaming table is tilted, the state is graciously giving you rights they have been keeping from you. They might actually let adults have fun, and the low stakes indicate just how closely life is regulated for remaining patrons at this faded oasis. Politicians who have put New York in an impossibly deep hole feel entitled to dictate just how people waste their cash:
Gov. Andrew Cuomo is eyeing western New York-most likely Niagara Falls-as part of his plan to allow a limited number of non-Indian, Las Vegas-style casinos in the state.
The Buffalo News reported Sunday that the governor will soon propose a full-fledged, privately operated casino in Niagara Falls. A Cuomo administration official confirmed Sunday that the administration will recommend a western New York casino, but only if the state Gaming Commission finds a decade-old compact with the Seneca Nation of Indians to be invalid.
You can open the type of business in question if the government ever gets around to approving it. Even if they lightened up, they’d still have too much control:
In his budget proposal last month, Cuomo proposed permitting three casinos upstate-defined as north of Putnam and Rockland counties-and allowing the new Gaming Commission to recommend specific locations. Cuomo would expand that number to four if the potential Niagara Falls casino is given the green light by the commission.
The pit boss’s arcane rules make the hall intolerably stuffy and definitely lacking in enjoyment. Someone who arbitrarily picks betting sites like he’s throwing darts at a state map also negotiates with tribes like it’s centuries ago:
The Seneca Nation was granted exclusive rights in 2002 to operate three casinos west of Route 14, which runs south from Wayne County to the Pennsylvania border. The state and the Senecas have been locked in a dispute over the contract for the past several years, with the nation withholding more than $450 million in payments to the state in escrow in the meantime. The issue is currently in arbitration.
The Senecas and state argue over who gets what according to the lines they drew. If you’re not a member of one of the two groups, you may feel left out. You may also be noticing that this place is being micromanaged into oblivion to everyone’s irritation:
If Cuomo’s casino plan is to move forward, state lawmakers will have to again pass an amendment to the state’s constitution, which would allow New York to regulate up to seven casinos statewide. After that, the public would have to approve it at the ballot box before taking effect.
We can’t wait until the government gives us permission to vote to waste our money as we please. Any dopes who want to bet should be free to do so without being treated in the same criminal class as eight-round magazine owners or wedding photographers who back traditional marriage. If you want to bet on the spins of a roulette wheel in someone’s garage, it’s your capital to fritter. Besides, such a venue would have less overhead than some joint on the boardwalk or Fremont Street with a fancy chandelier.
As it stands, the champions of tolerance only authorize slot machine ownership for members of a certain race. And while it’s nice of them to get around to attracting cash to the state by perhaps allowing more, it may surprise the government class that approving casinos not a matter of developing the economy. Betting on anything should be a private transaction, and, as with every other activity, financial development is the byproduct of mutual trade. The trick is that success doesn’t come when Albany attempts to engineer it.
People might very well think it’s stupid to rely on a deal of cards to profit. But they should also mind their own business. Humans are free to choose the diversions of their choice, as they almost always burn through money, anyway.
Plus, a small percentage of players can beat the system: unlike with, say, spending one’s entertainment budget at a tavern, you have a chance to win back your money at a craps table. Some choose to not gamble on having fun at a Chippewa Street hoochie house, and that probably makes them more knowledgeable about odds than singles bar patrons.
The necessity of a constitutional amendment to permit casinos shows how stifling this state is to anyone trying to have a little fun. For once, Cuomo should let us live it up instead of seeing us as means for providing the capital with as much revenue as can be squeezed. Or they can just keep peddling lottery tickets. Albany knows all about bad bets.
Non-cooking television chef Sandra Lee’s common-law mister and second-generation governor Andrew Cuomo thinks New York is becoming the progressive capital of the nation. The problem is that he meant it as a good thing.
This state will never, ever stop spending more annually, and the question is whether we’re even going to bother to care that the real morality police are the ones imposing leftist values as quickly as they vacuum earned money. Cuomo wants to roger America the way he has the state, which makes now a good moment to point out that accomplishments aren’t necessarily achievements.
Most recently, prominently, and egregiously, Cuomo the Younger has proclaimed that guns are the villains, not villains. Blaming an indifferent object proves advantageous to felons, which is to say those who actually harm others and not those virtuous armed citizens who are now breaking the law by virtue of keeping medium-sized magazines in gun safes.
Such perverse conditions are to be expected from an executive who thinks people admire the passion involved in raising one’s voice about not needing 10 bullets to kill a deer. Sure, arbitrary criminalization won’t make us safer, but it least he made a mockery of the lawmaking process. Votes must be conducted faster: those gun nuts almost had time to read the bill.
Cuomo’s ability to turn a eulogy into a lecture is particularly shameless considering the number of inconvenient children murdered daily. But there isn’t enough purity for his ghastly taste. The governor sending out feelers to see if he can get away with making it legal to hunt viable children within a womb would be horrifying under any conditions; it takes someone shameless enough to have exploited Newtown to favor a demented vision of societal betterment through abortion at will.
Cuomo was clearly too busy with law school to have someone explain anatomy to him, which is also why he decided anyone could marry anyone else in his domain. The mushy invocations by gay marriage advocates about the love felt by gay couples assume the unavailability of intramural marriage constituted a denial of mutual feelings between any pair of individuals.
People have a full range of civil rights and ability to sign contracts even if they can’t marry someone who can share the same gym locker. It wasn’t Cuomo’s right to unilaterally redefine a ceremony which has served mankind since we started writing down things, but tradition and dictionaries weren’t going to stop him any more than the Bill of Rights kept him from making an eight-round capacity illegal.
While he’s stomping through Albany, voters should be aware that Cuomo has already failed in Washington. As Bill Clinton’s Housing and Urban Development secretary, he didn’t help urban development or housing. By cunningly encouraging loans to people who couldn’t afford to pay them back, he stealthily caused as much damage to the mortgage market as anyone with the possible exception of the similarly cuddly Barney Frank.
It’s a testament to Cuomo’s utter lack of charisma that his national-level pernicious behavior remains obscure. His best hope for advancement is to remain personally forgettable.
His impulse to impose doesn’t rise to fascism unless one actually knows what the word means. Some say there’s no need for name calling. On the other hand, Benito Junior is unsuitable for the presidency. Of course, he’s unsuitable for the job he has, but his calculating nature and willingness to exploit the misguided belief that utopia lies in liberal policy goals have enabled him claw ahead.
With his baffling advances in mind, Cuomo next seeks to make America more like New York, as everyone should aspire to be as miserable as we are. The nation can hope Andrew will dither like daddy until time makes the decision to not run for him. But the son is more cunning, not to mention drunk on the spinal fluid of compliant legislators.
If he’s already scheming to run for president, he’d be the first opportunist looking to impose a screwed-up vision of paradise since the incumbent. The rest of the country should be aware of how deep the rot is in the Empire State’s foundation. But the termites are feasting everywhere: Barack Obama’s communal economics and human nature-defying social beliefs are what Cuomo thinks of as a good start.
His potential for promotion would say more about the country than him, although there’s not much nice to say about the latter. At least he’s breaking the stereotype that Italians are stuck choosing between making pizzas and joining the mob, although the family’s attempt to create the new stereotype of decency-chomping governors isn’t an improvement.
Mark Poloncarz doesn’t have anything to do like carry out the duties of a county executive, so he may as well be useless at a ceremony rewarding a national executive for failure. Surprisingly, Barack Obama’s most embarrassing fan boy isn’t a barista or windmill builder: he also holds elected office and coincidentally shares the same daft goals. The lower leader’s fiefdom may be small, so he strives to ensure it’s doubly screwed.
Clowns can’t miss the circus, which explains why Poloncarz piled into a vehicle and headed away from where he’s supposed to work. The head of Erie County’s government somehow scored a seat to the inauguration of a leader with an identical taste for woeful policies, only on a broader scale.
The only consolation on Inauguration Day was getting to chuckle at the mortifying Twitter feed of a rabid Obamanaut in attendance. Even he admits the coolness has chilled:
The place to be tonight is DC. Not the same excitement as 4 years ago but it is definitely hoping in anticipation for tomorrow’s inaugural.
The Bills didn’t make the playoffs, but that last home game was fun, right? Unlike with Erie County’s finances, he’s efficient at telling stories. Poloncarz managed to brag about a spot adjacent to the embodiment of pointless liberal overreach while whining about the most emblematic First World Problem in just two sentences:
Sitting next to Lilly Ledbetter in very nice seats. No real service.
Name-dropping someone obscure outside progressive circles is nothing compared to the most ingenuous description possible of Obama’s dangerously naïve and wholly unworkable beliefs:
Wonderful speech from our president touching on many issues, including climate change, equal rights for all and gun control #2013inaugural
Did the county executive drive or fly to Washington? Unless he took a scooter, a greenhouse gas-emitting engine got him there. Some of us care about our carbon footprint enough to have stayed home for the inauguration. But Poloncarz doesn’t care about Mother Gaia enough to watch from home with ordinary people.
Ignoring his own contribution to what he perceives as changing the climate is only part of how he flaunted his extraordinary gullibility. Calling for equal rights is banal if you mean it and dangerous if you actually seek to extend special privileges to certain preferred segments of society.
Fiddling with the definition of marriage is apparently the great civil rights struggle of our time. In this era, equality means we all have the same chance to be poor.
The one group against which both speaker and listener want to discriminate are law-abiding firearms owners. Gun control is a chance to blame evil on implements while extending even more control over non-felons.
Even fans noted the speech was notably partisan, and everyone outside of the true believers’ bubble recognized Obama’s antagonistically petty tone. You don’t want to be trapped in that atmosphere. With the president swerving even more to the left, note an example of fascinatingly unpalatable tongue-wagging unsuitable for a One Direction concert:
Photo of President Obama giving his inaugural address from my seats. A strong adddress on his hope for our future. pic.twitter.com/K3Nqj7aq
As in Erie County, America runs well under progressive policies as long as they’re only discussed. Unfortunately for the snotty theorists, they fail spectacularly once they’re in action. But pointing out countless policy failures won’t dissuade Poloncarz; after all, he was important enough to warrant a prominent inaugural seat. The answer to why he deserved the honor is as obvious as examples of how Obama has decreased the debt.
The top executive and one who’s two levels lower both embrace rhetoric suitable for a liberal college freshman majoring in political science. Even then, such respective blather and worship would be unbecoming for stridently earnest undergrads who can’t buy beer. A 45-year-old regional manager should start acting with dignity and cutting payroll instead of adulating the CEO.
At least get excited about someone good. Instead, Poloncarz wastes acclaim on a president who flaunted even more tiresome ideas that have already been constantly shown to not work, particularly over his previous term.
Getting excited about trying them for twice is long would be like calling for the Sabres to re-acquire the listlessly frail Tim Connolly. We’re sorry you bought his jersey, but concede it’s obsolete, already.
The obliviously pitiful praising by the Poloncarz zombie can’t distract from how he should be doing his job in Erie County. On second thought, he should stay in the nation’s capital for as long as he’d like. As with Obama and his jurisdiction, Poloncarz does the most for the area when he’s doing the least. Hopefully, both will putz around through their terms instead of trying to enact any more of their noxious hopes.
New York State is where those who obey laws are treated like criminals. Letting the virtuous fire back against the wicked might be messy and create liability issues. Instead, it’s easier to treat the good guys like they misbehaved for the crime of firing 10 rounds at the range without a magazine change. Decent citizens are easier to arrest.
Il Duce Andrew Cuomo could stand to be less smugly sanctimonious about taking away rights in a manner both onerously tyrannical and astoundingly petty. He hasn’t once answered how hassling people who behave will make us safer. But New York’s new gun crimes will make liberals feel like they’ve done something, which is always what’s most important.
Toying with gun control enthusiasts would be fun if their intentions weren’t so disturbing. Ask them to define the inherently inflammatory term “assault weapon” without letting them copy and paste the same Googled answer they always use. And try to suppress giggles when they use “clips” as a synonym for “magazines;” don’t correct them, as it’s an easy way to spot who’s ignorant.
Further, try to get them to understand that one must pull the trigger every time one wants to fire a semiautomatic firearm. They’ll reply that murderers use military-style assault weapons all the time, which gives you an excuse to give up and go for a cocktail instead of attempting to explain why “gun-free zones” enable more mass murderers than the availability of commonly-owned firearms that look scary to people who know precisely nothing about them.
Treat yourself to another stiff drink when you realize how the Empire State has found a way to be even more invasive to those who exercise Second Amendment rights. For one, a private transaction of daring to sell a rifle on your own now needs a background check; if you wanted to avoid being viewed as a felon, you shouldn’t have armed yourself.
Similarly egregious is banning magazines that hold more than seven rounds as if the holder was killing people. The restriction is a pain in the ass at the range and a pain in the hopes to keep living for those defending homes against intruders. Meanwhile, villains will acquire or make the magazines they need in cunning disregard of the law.
You don’t have time to worry about whether seven shots is enough to stop a drugged-out invader or pair of burglars: you have magazines to ditch. People who have never had parking tickets may have to sell their private property to lucky gun owners in less restrictive states. Criminals are undoubtedly worried about possessing items prohibited by statute and will cancel scheduled robberies as a result.
The good and bad news is that Kid Cuomo’s dark dreams were not completely fulfilled. His fascist lust to repossess your firearms as represented by his frighteningly doltish admission that “confiscation could be an option” explains why gun owners are rightfully paranoid.
The only reason he didn’t try to break down your door to get your gun safe is his desperation to make cultural cake authority Sandra Lee America’s unmarried First Lady. But he’s welcome to try to come and take it if he thinks tracking down and taking guns from Americans who haven’t committed crimes makes for good presidential campaign optics.
Of course, any reasonable nation would have already disqualified Cuomo from consideration for feeding one’s fish while on vacation, much less the presidency, so we’ll see if America still retains any remnants of that. His side thinks the best response to an atrocity is capriciously making people who aren’t bothering anyone into law-breakers.
Nothing makes us safer like a knee-jerk reaction to evil, especially when it’s signed into law faster than a kidney gets transplanted. It was surely hasty oversight which effectively made some rifles unusable, right?
More of what hasn’t worked is bound to start working. Just like the next state tax hike will push New York over the top into affluence, this next batch of firearms limitations is going to be the one to put muggers out of business. That’s at least what budding assailants want you to believe.
As New York’s politicians continually prove, you don’t need principles or results when you have votes. Blaming guns for crime is like claiming alcoholism is caused by shot glasses, and that’s not going to stop this state’s ruling goons from continuing to demonize those who like to hunt or be in fair gunfights started by nefarious parties.
It’s not like our governor to be completely wrong about something. Cuomo will do for safety what he did for affordable housing as HUD secretary. And the state’s economy will improve right after he gets around to helping Sandy victims. The hurricane was caused by the internal combustion engine, anyway, just like it will be someone else’s fault when crime actually increases after the law’s ominous effects are felt. Get ready for him to vilify the NRA even if just to stay in practice.
Mini Mario’s allies will humbly keep referring to themselves as courageous, a curious adjective for those criminalizing the innocent. And there’s nothing brave about letting the actions of lone human demons define us.
The most frightening response to atrocity is believing that evil is a mechanical act that can be legislated away. Cuomo and company keep forgetting to condemn the murderers. Such reckless people clearly don’t want to establish a standard of personal responsibility.
Dang, we shouldn’t have let the ice melt. Still, it’s finally the most joyous time of year: hockey’s back, and just a few months late. Your fix was delayed by owners trying to keep some of their group from making the rest look bad.
The previous salary limits apparently weren’t limiting enough, which is why the new pact reduces the cap next year and the revenue percentage players receive. It’s not like the other side earns it: those who play don’t do anything but put the hockey in the National Hockey League.
But at least Buffalo teams have been aided by salary caps, like when Chris Drury and Danny Briere left the Sabres on the same day for New York City and Philadelphia, respectively. As for the squad that only plays on frozen ground, the big-market Buffalo Bills have missed the playoffs 13 straight times while little guys like the New York Giants won two more Super Bowls in the same time frame. Um. Good luck to those who argue that results would have been worse for Western New York’s teams without a price ceiling.
Limiting free negotiation of salaries is like the stimulus: it works as long as you’re only talking about it. When it fails to control normal human behavior in practice, it’s just because there must be even more rules. Just like another trillion in taxes and/or debt will spur prosperity, another restriction on how much one can be rewarded for putting pucks into a net or preventing same act is totally going to keep costs reasonable and the losers from whining.
There’s a particular little-city hockey proprietor who deep down wishes he was permitted to out-frack other franchises. Energy baron and Sabres owner Terry Pegula can’t spend more on talent thanks to the cap, as being allowed to do so would show why dedicated ownership trumps an area’s population as the key factor in a team’s destiny.
Buying vast amounts of production is somehow to be discouraged. At the same time, excessively lavish contracts are their own punishment: try trading a slob making seven figures more per season than he’s worth if you’d like to learn why money can’t fix everything. Instead, the cap lets teams like the Rangers attract stars for less than they’d pay on the open market, so thank the labor deal for slashing New York’s payroll. Either way, the present system does not tolerate attempts to thoroughly reward success while pursuing a championship.
The local rag won’t help: now that hockey’s back, expect more unintentionally amusing Buffalo News screeds pushing the notion that the cap has been magical. Talk about a lack of depth: Bucky Gleason and Bob DiCesare spend most of the day trying to untangle their Velcro shoes, Jerry Sullivan is Grumpy Cat without the charm, Mike Harrington wonders why he’s ranked so low without ever thinking it’s his work, the annoying nature of John Vogl’s output is mitigated by how forgettable it is, Tim Graham is only ever correct by coincidence, and Amy Moritz is a feminist disguised as a lousy reporter. Other than that, it’s a talented roster.
Even if they personally agreed with hockey’s labor restrictions, one would think they’d want to challenge the owners and league as journalists. But that would presume they’re good at their jobs, so forget it. Buffalo News staffers are opposed to rewarding talent for personal reasons.
It never occurs to capping fans to make the small market big. They don’t even seem to conceive it’s possible that Buffalo could grow, in part because it would mean challenging their inherently faulty economic assumptions. But there’s no reason for the City of Hockey to keep shrinking. Reversing the decline just requires electing coaches at the city, county, and state levels who let us play.
Even now, it’s baffling to set a league of uninspiring teams as a goal. Salary cap proponents have a tough time explaining why parity is good without resorting to a juvenile sense that it’s not fair if someone else gets two of something if you only have one. Imposed mediocrity is what competition is all about, right?
Or perhaps weighing down the strong is not a good standard for a hockey team or city. Fans put up with a tremendous amount to enjoy sports, from public money for billionaire owners to cheering for Tim Connolly. We can presently only hope owners someday learn to limit salaries by not handing out ridiculous ones, not to mention how getting one’s hands on the Stanley Cup is worth the price.
Hockey will remain the best thing ever despite Gary Bettman’s attempts to turn frozen gold into warm mud. The lame lockout and deal offer a reminder that nothing is perfect, at least until the puck drops.
If you’ve ever seen a Bills game, chances are they lost: they’re 56 games under .500.
This was the Bills’ 53rd season. They’ve had winning records in 21 of them.
Twenty-two of 32 teams have made the playoffs over the last four seasons, in case the Bills missing 13 straight times didn’t seem ridiculous enough.
The Bills’ present playoff drought has lasted for nearly one-quarter of the team’s existence.
The last playoff appearance for the Bills was one week after Y2K. At least one predicted disaster came true.
The last playoff win for the Bills came on December 30, 1995 during Bill Clinton’s first term. There have been 5 presidential elections since then.
Three good quarterbacks. Three good coaches. 53 seasons.
Back-to-back AFL championships; O.J.; back-to-back playoffs in 80/81; Super Bowl appearances; OK in late ’90s. That’s it for the Bills.
Thank heavens for the salary cap and revenue sharing; otherwise, small-market teams like the Bills might miss the playoffs 13 straight times.
The Bills suck. And it costs you. The $95 million of public money to fix a private team’s stadium in the new lease deal will help the area just like this squad helps the game of football. The Bills get millions from the government to fund losing football, but at least it actually hurts the economy to help their billionaire owner.
Through handouts, the Bills have found a way to remain profitable without winning. Good for them, unless you’re a fan, taxpayer, or both.
We’ll never recoup the investment. Sinking millions of seized assets into a hole of a stadium will pay off about the same time the stimulus lowers unemployment. Like Bills fans, Keynesians wait forever for nothing.
Spenders of others’ money get their way by assuring us the next redistributive batch will be the one that finally provokes prosperity. They are certain that regular-level earners will never get ahead unless they have money taken from them to subsidize millionaire players and billionaire owners. People who can’t catch a ball for a living will totally come out ahead once they pay high taxes. We can’t let people keep more of what they earn and buy football tickets if they wish.
It’s not as if we lack evidence that government spending on a sports team doesn’t help anyone but the skinflint owner. The endless welfare for the Bills has helped the economy about as much as Chan Gailey has provoked playoff hopes.
There has been exactly zero improvement in Western New York’s financial outlook from the corporate handouts in question, unless one ignores the money taken to allegedly improve stadium-adjacent restaurant business seven days per year. Sadly, our leaders do just that, and enough voters agree that funding another parade will make us rich.
There’s little hope of breaking the abusively dysfunctional relationship where the Bills announce they won’t leave as long as we give them our PIN. Through the new lease sentence, money is simply getting redistributed instead of being given the chance to grow through being spent and invested how those who made it want. If this team is so popular, they don’t need tax receipts.
Patronizing meddlers can keep assuring us that the state will come out ahead after the Bills get a fresh EBT card. The same people said this was the year the team was destined to return to the postseason. They have every bit of evidence in the world except results.