How fitting a story for such a foul individual. When your mansion is sold at a loss, then turned into affordable housing.
Like her career, Rosie O’Donnell’s house is overmarket. We learn that the vile Leftist Rosie O’Donnell is taking a loss on her house; a house that has been on the market for years, but nobody wants to buy it.
I find this outcome humorous, as it reminds me of Amityville. The house is haunted, but not with ghosts. The house is haunted with the reality of dealing with Rosie O’Donnell.
Saddle River is the area where O’Donnell called home. But O’Donnell took her final bath at the house, when she sold it for far under her asking price.
Further, as The New York Post writes, the house leaves the stench of Leftism for O’Donnell’s former neighbors.
But the home’s next residents are already causing a stir in the tony neighborhood, home to the rich and famous, from rapper Ja Rule to singer Mary J. Blige.
The six-bedroom, nine-bathroom abode is expected to be demolished and turned into a series of affordable housing units per a landmark public court settlement with Fair Share Housing Center.
But the agreement has left its upscale residents outraged.
According to an unnamed source who lives in the area and was familiar with the proceedings, the borough had plans to comply with the affordable housing requirements in Saddle River. The requirements usually include sites that are 100% affordable.
I love it when Leftists must live their policies. And these new policies, implemented under Obama, allow low-income housing to be intermingled with the rich and famous. And they don’t like it.
And I don’t blame them. But I’m not a hypocrite. Because I knew from 8 years old that I didn’t want to live among the riff-raff. Remove me from the Sodomites, and I was willing to work for it.
For years when I was an engineer, I drove by neighborhoods I couldn’t afford. And I said to myself, “One day I will live behind those gates and by those rich white people!”
I grew up around wealthy whites. I knew some of their secrets. But if I could break through, I wouldn’t get their insights a few times a year. Instead, I would get those insights daily.
Ask me if I care what the ethnic makeup is of the neighborhood I eventually moved into. Stop it, Silly! Of course not. At my strata, people no longer looked at ethnicity, just accomplishments. And when I bought my first house in that exclusive neighborhood, nobody picketed the new Black family moving in. In fact, my family wasn’t the first, nor would we be the last.
My blood pressure dropped at least 7 beats every time I turned off Park Street to enter my neighborhood. A sense of calm swept over me, wrapping me in what felt like my mother’s bosom.
No drive-by, gang violence, drug dealing, and so on. And the best public schools in the country. 3 of my sons attended those public schools and along with genetics elicited 3 magna cum laude graduates of Wharton, SMU, and the University of Texas.
And if they wanted to build affordable housing in my neighborhood, I would have screamed like a banchi monkey. I EARNED my way into that neighborhood.
I studied hard, worked hard, worked smart, showed up on time, and held myself accountable. I was the perfect racist, given all those traits.
Back to O’Donnell
I bet O’Donnell knew her house would be made into “affordable housing”…OK, a ghetto. She likely did it to get back at her neighbors whom she may not have even liked. After all, she is Rosie.