Irony?

New York is, in the vernacular of the media, a blue state. New York City is like a navy blue Sharpie stain on the blue state. We're a bunch of queer-loving abortionists who'd hug trees if we had any worth hugging. (Like our models, our trees are so skinny you're afraid you might break them with a good squeeze.)

So imagine my surprise when I saw a young man walking down the street wearing a McCain-Palin cap. My instincts said, "Tourist!" But he and his wife (or girlfriend or transgendered partner) were carrying groceries, an activity that screams, "Local!"

Now, had I been in Williamsburg, I'd have naturally assumed it was irony, sort of like those bushy mustaches that the Great Unwashed wear.

But alas, I was on the Upper East Side, a neighborhood not known for its irony or socialism.

In other words, I found the man who clearly possesses the biggest balls in New York.