Because that's what you'd think, right?
Wherein lies the madness of Mojo's subconscious -- it is more steeped in reality than the average adult's wakeful mind.
Also more steeped in reality than Nanny Bloomberg and his Mayor's Against Civil rights crusade. Demand a plan? I have a better, more delicious idea: demand a flan.
It's more achievable. It'll make you happier. And unlike fear-mongering politicians, it won't have adverse effects on public safety!
New York is so screwed. The city. The state. Everything in between. I'd laugh, but for two things. First, I still pay taxes there (no vote, just a tax bill). Second, the stupidity appears to be contagious; the infection is spreading.
I eagerly await Cuomo's multi-billion-dollar plan to eradicate itchy scalp. My taxes will go up. And it won't work. But even if it did work, a positive upshot for humanity is far from assured. Even Mojo knows that. It came to him in a dream.