In the 1980s me and my friends use to bar hop all over NYC and right about 1100 PM we would head to Times Square and get right up front to the ball. Last time that happened was 1988 I believe, and we were able to stand in the middle of Times square right up front.
Now they have everyone corralled like cattle behind barricades and you have to get there around 6am in the morning and stand there all day otherwise you lose your spot. As if that isn’t humiliating enough, people actually wear diapers so they don’t have to go to the bathroom.
It’s nothing by a leftist display of power because any terrorist could still easily walk in there and blow it up. The terrorism angle is just an excuse just like they are using the excuse of Covid today to dehumanize people.
ROTFLMAO! I am laughing, not because people who go there might have to wear adult diapers (that sounds like an eminently sensible thing, even if actually going there isn't) but because the Leftists who love and promote this kind of thing either don't think it is important to put out enough port-o-potties to handle the crowd, or think something in human nature is malleable enough to make people not have the desire to drink and pee.
I feel pretty certain that at New Years Eve in Times Square, they take all necessary steps to remove dumpsters behind which people would, in the past, pee in desperation!
I went to the 4th Of July celebration at the Boston Hatch Shell some years back, and although they did set up a lot of port-o-potties, it still wasn't enough. I went to one long row, and there were long, long, lines of squirming women waiting to get into them. I wondered for a second why it was primarily women, until I saw guys pealing off from their female companions as they approached, only to disappear behind the long row of toilets.
I walked back, and there were large numbers of men peeing on the BACKS of the port-o-potties! This is fine. As the saying goes, when you are a man, the world is your toilet! So, I walked over and began to empty my bladder. I was about halfway done, and a big spotlight suddenly came on and began playing across the long rows of guys who had their backs to the spotlight with their hands in front of them, intently doing their business!
Apparently, someone complained, and the cops, who had a car on the other side of a channel of water and could not approach to shoo away us offending men, did the only thing they could and tried to embarrass us by shining a light on us!
Of course, we knew full well there was nothing the cops could do, since there was a twenty or thirty yard wide channel of water separating the fuzz from us.
Well.
There if there is one thing that a man with a measurable blood alcohol content and full bladder is fairly immune from, that is embarrassment! I don't think, in that long row of guys peeing on the backs of the port-o-potties, there there was anything more than a derisive chuckle to interrupt the process, not even a look back over the shoulder!
The last time I heard about the diapers part was for the celebration in 2000. The demand for the hotel rooms in the neighborhood was incredible, and people were willing to pull a stunt like this to watch such a year come in.
(I may be wrong, but I'm close enough to NYC and to that event that if the diaper-wearing was a regular occurrence, I would have heard about it.)
Dollars to donuts a spate of cardiac-related health emergencies mar this year’s celebration.
“In the 1980s me and my friends use to bar hop all over NYC and right about 1100 PM we would head to Times Square and get right up front to the ball.”
I did the same thing with my friends. Get there last and get out first.