This weekend, the line between humor and reality got dangerously blurry at a political rally featuring AOC and that fear-inducing character known as Mayor Donnie. The whole scene was a delightful mix of wide-eyed confusion and pure absurdity—it felt more like a bizarre circus than a political event. Amid colorful banners and a diverse crowd that could double for a United Nations assembly, there were three guys in turbans just standing there, looking like they got lost on the way to a Halloween party. One can only wonder if they’d wandered in after misreading a “free snacks” sign.

Then, of course, you have Mayor Donnie making the rounds, reminding everyone that the White House is, apparently, a house built by enslaved people. It’s 2023, and yet every time he rolls out that line, it’s like pulling a rusty, old hunk of metal from the attic that should’ve been left to rust long ago. Oh dear, here we go again! He wants us to know that our future isn’t determined by a desperate man in a grand house but by the gutsy endeavors of those who have fought for this country—not just the whole, “Let’s tear down the past!” kind of talk, but rather a “Look at these glorious, hardworking folks” monologue. A rousing sentiment, sure, until you realize he glossed over a century or two of very real issues.

While the vision of free buses is some kind of utopian daydream, we can’t help but chuckle at the reality of it. A proposal to make public transportation free in a city that’s notorious for overpriced sandwiches? Talk about an uphill climb! The last time someone promised free public services, folks were lining up for their free bags of “hot air.” Imagine trying to hop on a bus without paying—what’s next, a ride on the back of a flamingo instead of a yellow taxi? But in the wonderful world of Donnie, that’s an actual candidate’s campaign promise. Free buses are great and all, but what happens when riders realize they can’t board without a copious amount of patience?

And speaking of promises, it’s mighty comical to think about how Donnie plans to fund these dreamy buses. That’s right, folks—by raising taxes on the rich! Ah, taxes—those magical numbers that make the world go ‘round. It’s the classic tax trick where you can squeeze a bit from the top while everyone looks around, hoping not to be squeezed themselves. In a city where rent averages up more than sub-zero temperatures in a freezer, this plan has the tendency to strike a nerve or two. Underneath the laughter, it’s almost like tossing a firecracker into a room full of folks with a history of flinching at the sound.

Now, the humor fades slightly when we shift to the city’s real issues—notably how the whole public bus system seems to be the slowest running joke in town. At a staggering speed of about eight miles per hour, the buses could be outpaced by a toddler on a tricycle. Imagine getting up at dawn, waiting for the bus, and then realizing you could’ve walked to work faster than the bus would hauler you around! But in terms of absurdity, it’s a perfect reflection of some of the political antics that go back and forth like a ping-pong match.

In a nutshell, between the chaotic rally, the promise of free buses, and the underlying dread of actually having to pay for them with half-baked tax ideas, the vision for New York City certainly holds an echo of comedy amid the chaos. Whether it’s AOC dropping historical truths or Mayor Donnie attempting to jazz things up with wild plans, one thing’s for sure: we’re in for a literal rollercoaster ride. Buckle up, folks! The political circus has only just begun, and they say history repeats itself, so hold onto your hats—we’re about to see if this madcap train can even stay on the tracks!