At the stroke of midnight on January 1st, 2026—while most of the city was still sweeping up confetti and nursing a hangover—Zohran Mamdani was quietly sworn in as mayor of New York City. But not on a Bible.
Not in front of the historic rotunda of City Hall. No, this swearing-in was done in the shadows of a decommissioned building…on a Quran. Symbolism, we’re told. Highly symbolic. And they’re right—it is.
It’s symbolic of a city that no longer even pretends to care about shared values, shared heritage, or shared moral footing. It’s a declaration that the old order—the one built on law, justice, and common sense—is over.
Mamdani didn’t just reject the Bible. He rejected everything that once tethered this city, and this nation, to moral reality.
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Letitia James, New York’s own radical activist-in-a-robe, presided over the ceremony. You couldn’t script it better if you were trying to parody the fall of a great city—a far-left attorney general ushering in a socialist Islamist mayor under the spiritual auspices of a book that, whatever else it is, does not form the moral foundation of American jurisprudence.
But that’s the point.
This was a rejection of American jurisprudence, not an affirmation of it.
And if the swearing-in wasn’t foolish enough, it comes mere weeks after Mamdani appointed convicted armed robber Mysonne Linen to help shape the city’s criminal justice policy. That’s right—armed robbery of taxi drivers, served time, now apparently qualified to advise on public safety.
And no, that’s not satire. That’s New York in 2026.
Zohran Mamdani represents a new kind of political religion—one that worships transgression, elevates the criminal, marginalizes the victim, and replaces historical norms with ideological experiments wrapped in pseudo-moral flair.
A man who once led anti-police rallies is now in charge of public order. A man who took an oath on the Quran is now sworn to uphold a system of laws built on the Judeo-Christian ethic he just symbolically rejected.
This wasn’t a swearing-in. It was a coronation of ideological perversion…a middle finger to the past. A warning shot to what’s left of the sane.
And somewhere in the dark corners of New York—maybe sitting on a subway bench, maybe behind the wheel of a cab—the men who were victimized by him may have heard about it. About the man who robbed them at gunpoint. About the new mayor who welcomed him into the halls of influence.
About the Islamic text that was lifted up as the foundation of it all.
And they might be wondering, as they shiver in the city they once trusted: When did we become strangers in our own country?
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