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They're retarded. I was born and raised in Rochester, NY. That city went to $hit because of Democrats. Been living in Oneida County (Red County) for the past 50+ years. Visited NY City as a kid with my parents. My Dad worked for the NY Central R.R., and we could ride the train for free. Took my kids on the train when they were young, and spent a few days in NY, visiting the museums, and stores. As a Correctional Officer, I had to go to NY City a few times to escort convicts for court hearings or wakes. Those were overnight trips, and we were put-up in a hotel. On one of those trips, my partner and I were almost T-boned by a truck barreling through the intersection illegally. Thankfully "Red" had quick reflexes, and saved us from being killed or seriously injured. "Red" was an awesome guy, Navy vet, who had also been a lumber jack in his life. He also liked to jump from planes with his son, who was also an officer. On his last jump, "Red" left the plane, but his parachute never opened. His son watched him fall to earth. They figure he'd had a heart attack or aneurysm, and that he was already dead before he hit the ground. RIP "Red."

One year I took my youngest son who was probably 18 at the time, to see the Knicks play the Orlando Magic as Madison Square Garden. We got there a day early, and I wanted to visit Ellis Island, which is where my father, his two brothers, and my grandparents had come through in 1913, from Holland. We got on the subway, and it wasn't two stops before the system shut down. We were stalled on the tracks, it was hot and humid, and everyone had to get off the car, and head up to the street. I ended up paying for a taxi to get me to the port, in order to catch the ferry to Ellis Island.

My first impressions of NYC, every time I have had to go there, is the strong smell of urine, and gasoline fumes. One time, while I was still working, I took the train, and met a friend in the city to visit the museums. The first thing we saw when he walked out of our hotel was some derelict with a big hole in the front of his pants, and you could see his dick and balls. This had to be at least 23 years ago, because I retired in 2003. That crap was tolerated even back then.

I thought that Rochester went to $hit because of Kodak.

Born and raised there too. Remaining family in the suburbs tell me it’s not safe to go into the city. Damn shame, I was proud of that city and have a lot of good memories from it.