Oh, the world they live in. Surrounded by enemies, they sit in their guarded lairs waiting for “the other” to approach.

And then it happens. The guards are no more, and they must face the menacing horde. Alone with their paranoia and hypocrisy and thousand dollar espresso makers.

As chronicled by the heir to a once powerful liberal publishing empire, bespeaking the importance of the event:

It has been nearly two decades since New Yorkers faced their last doorman strike, but as the deadline for a new contract for building workers approached, the questions being posed throughout the city remained largely unchanged on Sunday.

Who will safeguard my apartment as I sleep? Greet my children when they come home from school? Accept deliveries? Clean the hallways? Sort the mail? Operate the elevator? And who, for goodness sake, will let the cleaning lady in?

There they wait. And worry. Filled with antipathy toward people who aren’t like them.

If only they had guns. And religion. And Sarah Palin to protect them.

How long before their paranoid style turns into something so unthinkable?

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