By Jeffrey Blehar
Tuesday, July 01, 2025
Since I spent most of last
week writing
about those historic
developments, I don’t want to repeat myself; I will only note here that New
Yorkers just selected a guy whose last name can be anagrammed to spell “I,
Madman” as their next mayor. Yes, I know the election doesn’t technically take
place until November, but incumbent Nightlife Mayor Eric
Adams will not save you, New Yorkers. In the meantime, I feel the need to
bluntly point out that the financial capital of the world is about to elect a
communist who calls himself a socialist and has no real understanding of either
ideology.
It is both sad and amusing to see how media commentators
are failing to reckon with the reality of this simple fact. (More accurately,
perhaps: They are necessarily accommodating themselves to an inexorable
future.) The Wall Street Journal was out this weekend with a peppy,
upbeat personal profile
of Mamdani’s rise to power, which could not help but remind me of Simpsons anchorman
Kent Brockman turning on a dime midway through the Springfield Evening News to welcome his new insect
overlords. In upscale liberal quarters, the New Yorker is attempting
to sell us on “The
Case for Zohranomics.” (For those curious, it amounts to little better than
“imagine a world where money isn’t real.”)
I can assure you that no such excuses will be made for
Zohran Mamdani here at National Review. Regardless of brand affiliation
(“Democrat,” “Democratic Socialist,” etc.), the man is an avowed communist in
his own words. At this point, only his lack of any real-life work experience
offers cause for hope: Imagine how doomed New York might be if he actually
successfully executes on any of his goals.
Do I exaggerate? Am I engaging in shabby Red-baiting by
calling Zohran Mamdani an outright communist? (Keep in mind, NR would never
consider itself above Red-baiting — we are proud to have been founded in large
part for that specific purpose.) No, not really. Mamdani has happily confessed
in the past that he and his cause need to soft-pedal their real aims, because
people don’t yet believe in “BDS and the end goal of seizing the means of
production.” (BDS is shorthand for the “boycott, divestment, and sanctions”
movement, the other true animating passion of Mamdani’s life.)
Who am I to deny the man’s own testimony? My only
question is why I am seeing these clips after the primary election, as opposed
to before it. Andrew Cuomo was a terrible candidate for mayor of New York for
any number of overdetermined reasons, but his greatest (because final) sin
truly was hubris: He ran such a lazy and self-entitled campaign,
assuming victory was his for the taking without any effort, that his team never
bothered to research or circulate clips like these back when it had a chance to
matter.
Thankfully, these are “old” positions of Mamdani’s, the
follies of youth — he said them all the way back in 2022, in the archaic past
of the Biden administration. I’m sure he doesn’t believe any of that anymore.
I’m sure he will govern sensibly.
Jamaal Bowman Returns with Strange News from Another
Star
Do you remember the dewy, youthful, more innocent days of
2023 and 2024, dear reader? Remember when the world was young and
all the world knew Jamaal Bowman’s name? I sure do, and I refuse to lie to you
about how much I miss the guy: The lunkheaded “Squad” member from Westchester
County, N.Y. — a fire-alarm-yanking, UFO-conspiracy-theorizing, casually
antisemitic hotep — provided
me with so
much comedy fodder during his tenure in Congress that I consider him an
honorary co-founder of the Carnival of Fools alongside Nancy Mace: Comic
follies like theirs reliably boil my bile. When I finally had to bid Bowman
farewell — after he got utterly crushed in his August 2024 primary by normie
Westchester County Democrat George Latimer — I made sure to give him a properly
flaming
Viking funeral as a send-off.
But since nobody has the decency to retire from public
life anymore, Bowman’s spirit now haunts us in its political afterlife, like
the shade of a warrior denied entry into Valhalla that roams the earth
restlessly, materializing only for the occasional cable news hit. And when he
appeared on CNN’s Newsnight roundtable last week, he naturally had mortality on his mind:
You can’t be calm about
this! I’m a black man in America! The reason why heart disease — listen to what
I’m saying — the reason why heart disease, and cancer, and obesity, and
diabetes are bigger in the black community is because of the stress we carry
from having to deal with being called the N-word directly or indirectly every
day.
Now I’ll admit that Newsnight is actually amusing
enough as far as cable news panel discussions go. (Twitter users will instantly
recognize it from clips as the place where lone Republican Scott Jennings sits
patiently and tries not to take the bait while angry woke people shriek at him.) But dear
God, man, if people are calling Jamaal Bowman the N-word there — directly or
indirectly — every day then it’s time for a serious internal investigation.
(Frankly, that’s just crass.) How pathetic it is for Jamaal Bowman to
blame African-American health problems (explained almost exclusively by dietary
and genetic factors) on racism — but then again what did you expect from a man
who isn’t
quite sure whether the CIA secretly figured out time travel?
Thom Tillis Taps Out
Senator Thom Tillis announced over the weekend that he
would not be running for reelection in North Carolina in 2026. The move felt
inevitable; never a particularly well-loved politician, Tillis won his previous
races through a combination of sheer luck, North Carolina’s persistently
Republican tilt — especially in the post-Covid era — and his own dogged craft.
(Tillis may not be a natural glad-hander, but he is a professional.) The race
was already set to be the most fiercely contested Senate election in the
country. Now Tillis finds himself on the wrong side of Donald Trump and his One
Big Beautiful Bill — albeit for the strangest of purported reasons for a
Republican of the older school, its Medicaid cuts.
So Tillis has bowed to the inevitable and hung up his
gloves. As things currently stand — and given the likely 2026 electoral
environment — this race now slightly shifts from “Toss-up” to “Lean D.” The
reason the shift is merely slight is that, given the damage Tillis has already
sustained among North Carolina’s largely Trumpist Republican base, his chances
in an off-year election were already at roughly coin-flip levels. Perhaps it is
for the best that the GOP gets a new look in North Carolina.
But before I go, let’s have fun imagining the quickest
way this race could go from “Lean D” straight to “Safe Democrat”: Former
lieutenant governor and 2024 Republican gubernatorial candidate Mark Robinson
is tanned, rested, ready, and has only notionally expressed the desire
to own his fellow black Americans as slaves. (In his further defense, he said
this while posting under the pseudonym “minisoldr” on a pornographic website
named “Black Africa,” where he discoursed on his transgender fantasies at unfortunate
length and, yes, I regret to inform you that all
of this really happened.)
Mark Robinson, of course, has long been one of Donald
Trump’s favorite politicians — Robinson owes his political career to catching
the public eye with his embrace of Trumpism — and is looking for work. Lara
Trump’s name is now also being floated for the nomination — I assume as a joke
— but if North Carolina Republicans want to experience what it feels like to
motivate every Democrat in the state while demotivating half of their own
voters, then go ahead — that type of electoral carnage is what gets me up in
the morning. As things currently stand, the NC GOP is in a world of trouble if
and when Roy Cooper throws his hat in the ring for the Democrats.
Regrets? I’m sure Thom Tillis has a few. But I give him
credit for going out — in public at least — with a certain amount of resigned
bonhomie; his primary concern now is to ensure that he is followed by a
Republican and not Cooper. To that end, I second his farewell
announcement on Twitter/X: “Thanks for the retirement wishes, Mr.
President, looking forward to working with you for a successful 2026. Word to
the wise, let’s avoid minisoldr.”
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