Coney's Last Stand

Rev and I are at Kennedy Airport, on our way to the Sonoran desert in search of some border wisdom. We spent the day at Coney Island in the bitter cold, the situation is grim but in typical scrappy Coney Island spirit everyone still had a great time. The Polar Bears and all their followers were in orgasmic bliss --- today at least the water was warmer than the air.

Friends, this is a year to raise the stakes, take chances, do some high risk gambling and blow the shackles off. I am going to the Mexican border to get some rattlesnake magic so I can come back to NYC and juice the holy justice . Billy and I are going to sit under the stars and ask for some miraculous guidance so we can come back to this city and drive Mayor Mike back into the corner office where he can write memos and roll around in all his money.

We are grateful for all of you out there, friends in the resistance. Happy New Year.