Some people like slapstick. Others prefer a double entendre. But when I want a good laugh, I listen to the people talking about New York’s decline as global financial centre.
It could happen, of course. The Dodgers left Brooklyn, and the Second Avenue Deli wound up on 33rd Street, so it’s possible our local buy-low-and-sell-high crowd could decamp for the fragrant breezes of Beijing and Shanghai, the lavish bonuses of London or the luxuriant laisser faire of the EU.
I just find it entertaining to see the kind of folks who come forward to warn New York about its impending doom. They are hardly ever religious authorities, young technologists or other people who are supposed to know about what comes next.