I thought that a bunch of New Yorkers marveling at a deer that took up residence in a public park like it was an endangered condor and then mourning its death at the hands of a bunch of feckless bureaucrats was peak New York.

Boy-howdy, was I wrong.  That didn’t even come close to peak New York.

Forget safe spaces in colleges filled with  puppies and Play-Doh to deal with the election of Donald Trump.    An “artist” in New York safe spaced an entire Subway Station because the Donald.  He set up a folding table and chair with Post-Its and pens for people to write their feelings down and put them up on the subway wall.  He even put up a fake certificate for an “Honorary PhB” which stands for “professional human being,” which is a pile of narcissistic bullshit.

If you think that looks about as serious a this:

You are right.

Of course, the “Subway Therapy” wall rapidly turned into a wall of anti-Trump and Liberal platitude litter.

Not being from New York, when I hear “subway” and “therapist” in the same sentence, I assume an editor left out a space between two words.*

If you think that this is the end of the story, it gets so much worse.

New York Governor Cuomo and the New York Historical Society are going to save all the Post-Its put up until Trump’s inauguration and preserve them.

Keep in mind that the New York Historical Society is in part publicly funded.

So let me sum up:

A bunch of butthurt New York special snowflakes cover a subway wall with garbage on which they wrote their feelings about the President Elect, and the Governor is going to use tax payer money to memorialize it.

These people are fucking insane.