He’s crass. He’s ego-filled. He values ostentatious displays of wealth. He doesn’t think he should earn his rewards. He’s not concerned what long-time New Yorkers think of him. He hasn’t thought about it very much, but his default mode is to expect you to support him in his endeavors to proclaim his greatness. He’s not self-reflective, as a general proposition. He wasn’t born in the city, doesn’t give a shit about the outer boroughs that none of his friends go to, and wouldn’t attend a local sporting event if he didn’t get free tickets. He expects you to change your ways to accomodate him.

What am I missing? All you assholes who moved to New York with stars in your eyes and are aghast at Harold Ford’s audacity — well, guess what. You are Harold Ford. Breathe it in deep and let it linger in your nostrils.