This scene takes place in Kew Gardens at Queens Borough Hall, office of the Queens Borough President, currently held by one Donovan Richards.

This was taken during the Winter Solstice and Christmas holiday, where there was an incident at the Umbrella Hotel across the street, but it’s being documented now because of the significance of today’s date. Marking the anniversary of the day the longest reigning Queens Borough President Donald Manes attempted suicide by the Grand Central Parkway.

Walking by the disheveled tree the Hall set up, there was a monument that caught my eye

It was hard to tell and photograph because it was taken near dusk, so after I was observing the weird shit going on at the Umbrella Hotel, I returned to this spot at dark to get a better and illuminated snapshot.

Looks like the long ago World’s Borough Prez left a time capsule here just a few years before his personal troubles and city scandals got exposed. And it’s got another 61 years until whatever contents will finally be found when the “world’s borough” turns 300 (!!!). It’s a wonder what could possibly be stored in here, but from the looks of the cracks around it maybe Donnie pried it open on intermittent weekends to store his cash bribes in here in the dead of night?…

Nah, back in the 80’s we had journalists like Jimmy Breslin, Wayne Barrett and Jack Newfield that never slept on these shady politicos and their corrupt machinations. The latter two legendary reporters wound up collaborating on a book of Manes and his elite appointed and elected cronies dastardly foibles called City For Sale, so there’s no way Manes would get his hands that dirty. Besides, he decided to snuff it for good two months later at his house by stabbing himself in the chest when his psychiatrist visited him on a house call, so he could avoid going to trial for his crime schemes.

But as the last mayor Big Bad Bill de Blasio has shown, the city is still for sale and even easier to loot and occupy with patronage hires. In fact, The Blaz even has his own time capsule in Park Slope at his 3 story townhouse that is currently under renovation. Since 2019. And it’s a sure bet he and his wife put a lot of filthy bribe and city taxpayer money buried somewhere in this makeshift vault.

The city is not going to wait as long as Manes’s time capsule to see what in the de Blasio’s money pit house, since it’s scheduled to be done and open about 5-6-7 months from now. Which is hysterical since this means that Bill and Chirlie (and probably Dante and Chiara) have no place to live since leaving Gracie Mansion over a week ago. New York City’s former first couple is currently squatting at a Marriot Hotel in Downtown Brooklyn, which makes it deliciously ironic given de Blasio’s own gerrymandering homeless policy of sending the destitute to hotels all over the five boroughs for 8 years and now the motherfucker and his tax boondoggle wife are homeless themselves.

Unfortunately for the memory of Donald Manes and the three aforementioned muckrakers that took him down, The Blaz managed to slither out of City Hall unscathed despite his two terms of brazen dirty deeds. Maybe it’s because Manes wasn’t as smart cunning as his sinister progenitor, but it’s also because local news media is entirely compromised, more concerned about access than accountability. But fate has a nasty habit of fucking shit up for even lucky bastards like de Blasio, although so much as been written about his graft, maybe it’ll take a couple of stories salacious enough to take him down and bring an abrupt end to his aspirations to serve in public office. Here’s hoping that Blaz’s Park Slope capsule will remain chained and locked for just as long as Donald Manes’s borough hall locker.

To quote Preet Bharara, the guy who got fired by Donald Trump as he was about to indict The Blaz:

Stay tuned…