"Only there," a guy is tempted to say. But who the Hell knows what might be lurking in the pointy little political hackheads of, say, San Francisco?
The bill would require that the costumed (street) performers be licensed and go through a background check.
I once endured a long layover at La Guardia and took a shuttle into Manhattan for a looksee. On my way from a lengthy Montana political gig, I wore Levis, a largish buckle on the tooled leather, a snap-button ranch shirt, and "cowboy" boots. (You learn to dress local in that racket.) If, God forbid, I should do it again, "You're busted. You have the right to remain .... The charge is imitating Walt Coogan without a license."
The wit-free councilman ramrodding the dress-code decree is Mickey Mouse. No. Wait. I mean Dan Garodnick. Dan frets because. "There have been a number of troublesome incidents involving costumed figures who try to make a living by charming tourists."
And just what are these egregious acts requiring suspension of probably a half-dozen basic human and Constitutional rights?
As AP has it, "They include a person dressed as Super Mario who was accused of groping a woman. This criminalizes walking Gotham streets dressed up as Joe Biden.
"And an Elmo figure pleaded guilty to disorderly conduct after unleashing an anti-Semitic tirade."
Or, in other words, pretending to be the Rev. Mr. Jesse (Hymietown) Jackson.