Leftist pro-crime policies don’t actually offer freedom. They replace laws governing criminal activity that make sense with laws controlling random things that don’t.
In New York, can you find government-approved “safe injection sites” for cocaine and heroin.
New York City’s government crackhouses look like libraries with free TVs and places to hang out. Users break off to go into booths like the kind that might house desktop computers or reading spaces in a library. But in government drug dens, they’re places to shoot up, smoke, or do whatever they want. There’s also a private “smoking room” for the bashful junkie.
The addicts enjoy free needles and hot towels that “really bring those veins up.”
Health Commissioner Dr. Dave A. Chokshi described government-funded drug dens as a “vital new service to keep New Yorkers healthy.”
And you need to show your ID to buy whipped cream.
Be prepared to show your ID at the grocery checkout if you want to buy whipped cream in a canister.
In New York, the popular dessert topping has joined alcohol and tobacco products on the list of items age-restricted for purchase to those 21 and older, and proof of age is now required at the point of sale.
The chargers that propel whipped cream through a canister nozzle are filled with nitrous oxide gas, which can be inhaled to produce a high. The inhalant has long been a popular recreational drug – called “whippets” – among teenagers due to the availability of whipped cream canisters at grocery and convenience stores.
Because of this, the state prohibited the sale of whipped cream chargers to those under the age of 21 last November. The chargers themselves can be purchased for use in refillable whipped cream dispensers, but most people likely will notice enforcement of the law when they buy whipped cream packaged in a canister.
This is the same state which is moving to decriminalize drug possession, which recently banned toy guns, but refuses to lock up violent criminals.
We’re living in some sort of satirical movie from the 70s about an insane dystopia where everything is backward, except I’m fairly certainly this movie is real.
And if you don’t like it, Gov. Hochul invites you to move to Florida where you can buy all the whipped cream you want.