Hi lizards. Enjoying a massive family reunion right now (no moonbats!) although Crown Heights is an open air insane asylum right now, streets are blocked off all over the place because of the “Caribbean Pride” parade. It took us THREE FREAKING HOURS to get from JFK airport to my son’s house. When we were one block from my daughter’s house AND TROY AVENUE WAS CORDONED OFF I just freaked out, stomped out of our rental car and walked to my daughter’s apartment.

Try explaining to New York’s Finest that we are elderly, disabled people from out of town, subject to panic attacks. This cause a response of “keep moving!” If one of us had a heart attack one block from a cordoned off street we could have gotten a ride to the hospital, paid for by our insurance.

The Caribbean Pride Parade featured a number of scantily clad “native dancers” who were, uh, quite generously endowed in their bottom parts.