Jokers on us if any Dem wins

That’s a despicable smear of the brave men and women of the NYPD, but par for the Democratic course. Consider the appalling answers from Thompson’s party rivals to a question about how Mayor Bloomberg handled the Occupy Wall Street protests in 2011.

“The conversation was adversarial,” Council Speaker Christine Quinn told The Wall Street Journal, meaning between City Hall and the rabble. She opposed the peaceful police eviction from Zuccotti Park, saying, “There should have been a compromise to get them back in [the park.] I disagree with where it all ended up.”

It is hard to think of a dumber idea. The filthy encampment lasted almost two months, protestors defecated on the streets, there was endless noise, sexual assaults and thefts. Downtown workers and residents were harassed, and some businesses were forced to close.

And Quinn wants to do it all again?

Public Advocate Bill de Blasio told the paper he would “build spaces” so protesters could meet with city officials. An aide clarified to say de Blasio didn’t mean actual buildings, just a dialogue.

That makes him only slightly less daft than Quinn. The notion that people who create a crime wave should be rewarded with courtesy and consideration is lunacy. Let them call 311 or visit their local neighborhood leaders, like law-abiding citizens do. They should also take a shower, lest they get the bum’s rush.

Which brings us back to Carlos Danger. That Anthony Weiner’s perverted sex life has made him the life of the Democratic Party tells you all you need to know about the slim pickings of the other candidates. Day in, day out, they are upstaged by a man who looks as though his next stop will be the psych ward at Bellevue.

That’s where we all belong if any of these jokers gets to City Hall.

Just call Terror terror

It never made a whit of sense when the shooting that left 13 people dead at the Fort Hood Army base was labeled “workplace violence” instead of terrorism. The designation now stands as downright preposterous after yesterday’s opening trial statement by the shooter.

“We the Mujahideen are imperfect Muslims trying to establish the perfect religion in the land of the supreme god,” said Maj. Nidal Hasan at his court-martial. “The evidence will clearly show that I am the shooter. The dead bodies will show that war is an ugly thing.”

Hasan, acting as his own lawyer, is also charged with wounding 32 others in the 2009 rampage. He faces the death penalty.

His references to religion and war show his motivation. He fired at unarmed Americans, most of them soldiers, as an act of terror in service to Islam.

Although President Obama called the shooting “violent jihad” last May, the army’s “workplace” designation remains. The difference is not merely semantic. It means military victims are not eligible for Purple Hearts, and survivors do not qualify for certain benefits.

It also means Hasan is not treated as an enemy combatant, and still collects his paycheck; taxpayers have given him over $300,000 since the attack.

The claim that this is an ordinary criminal case is belied by courtroom precautions against another terror attack. “Guards stood watch with long assault rifles outside the courthouse,” Fox News reports. “A long row of shipping freight containers, stacked three high, created a fence around the building, which was almost entirely hidden by 15-foot-tall stacks of heavy, shock-absorbing barriers.”

I don’t often recommend petitions, but there is one urging the Defense Department to label the shooting what it is — an act of terror. You can find it at National Review online. Add your name to help end this outrage.

Plane nuts? Maybe not!

From the AP: “Imagine the terror of being handcuffed, chained and locked inside a wooden casket that is subsequently dragged out of an airplane at 14,500 feet.

That’s the scenario Anthony Martin faces when he takes to the sky over Serena in northern Illinois.”

That wasn’t terror, that was a smart Plan B. If the parachute had not opened, the casket would have come in handy.

Rumor mill crankin’ on Eliot mess

Reader Don Reed has a scoop, if true. “People are going nuts trying to smoke out the identity of Eliot Spitzer’s clandestine girlfriend,” he writes. “I think it’s Huma.”

Stop the presses!