It is outrageous that 12 years after the tragedy we still don’t have a museum. People have been playing politics with the project for more than a decade. It began when the focus was taken off the victims. For a while, it was suggested that their names be presented in random order and the memorial not be dedicated to them but to “man’s inhumanity to man for over a thousand years,” or some PC drivel to that effect.

Yes, it takes money to sustain a memorial and a museum. But the foundation that runs the site has already blown through hundreds of millions of dollars and now wants more. With a more efficiently planned project it could have been sustained by donations. But the agendas and bloated salaries of those running the project (average salary $300,000 per year each) has turned off many potential donors.

For a contrast, look at the Brooklyn Wall of Remembrance, which is maintained by donations. When I first walked past the Brooklyn Wall on my way to the beach at Coney Island, its simple eloquence stopped me in my tracks. Organized by volunteers, the wall was completed years ago.

The Brooklyn Wall depicts moving portraits of more than 400 first responders from Brooklyn killed on 9/11, each honored with a bronze plaque bearing his or her image. It has brought comfort to many families and stands in sharp contrast to the building of the memorial at Ground Zero.

It would be nice if future generations had a place to learn what happened and pay respects. But as someone who was downtown on 9/11, I don’t need reminders. The image of people running in horror from the burning towers is still fresh. The most vivid memory is of the fire trucks racing past my window, hearing the sirens wail and realizing these brave souls are racing toward the death trap.

Most of them lost their lives that day. It is obscene that many of their fellow firefighters and other people of modest means may find they can’t afford to take their families to the museum to pay respects.

You don’t have to wait until the 9/11 anniversary rolls around again to pay yours. Do so anytime at the Brooklyn Wall, or at the many other simple, respectful memorials in the five boroughs and beyond.

Just don’t do it at the disgraceful Ground Zero Memorial-Museum.

What’s that? Not such great news?

“I’m happy that I can can reach my clients here,” said Tatiana, an East Harlem social worker who sat on the bench beside me at the 86th Street B and C station. “But in the tunnel? During rush hour? People yakking on their phones?”

I saw her point. A few feet away, a Type A executive in a pinstripe suit and red tie was on his phone barking orders. “I’m  at the station now__you’ll see me in about  15 minutes!” he bellowed.

Down the platform, those who would usually be reading their newspapers had their heads buried in their cells. Another blow against print media!

Wireless service should be available in all NYC subway stations without three years. In addition Transit Wireless, which is in charge of wiring the stations, is now setting up a test program for service in the tunnels.

“If this works it would be an elegant solution to cover the trains,” Transit Wireless CEO Bill Bayne Jr. said.

Elegant?

“I’m getting off the subway,” Mr. Type A roars into his phone at 42nd Street. “You’ll be seeing me in five minutes,” he grunts, undoubtably thrilled with the new underground service.

Imagine this guy stuck between stations for 15 minutes with cellphone access. Imagine you standing across from him.

Yes, I understand the blessing of being able to use our mobile phones in emergencies while on the subway, and the convenience of reading emails and texting in transit.

I also understand that cellphone theft has continued to steadily rise over the past two years as the number of stations with this service increased.

But whatever the plusses and minues, it seems cell and Wi-Fi service across our vast subway system is a foregone conclusion.

We can already see the light at the end of the tunnel, and in this case that’s barely a metaphor. It actually involves a speeding train.

But will we be glad when it arrives?

Beside the fact that our unique brand of pro-gay-marriage, pro-choice, pro-gun-control Republicans would be considered flaming liberals in many other places, Democrats do their part by running a bunch of hack politicians who instill no confidence as they do their best to destroy one another.

And this year’s crop is taking it to a whole new level.

A TV ad that started running last week attacks Christine Quinn, the City Council Speaker and current Democratic front-runner, as a ruthless power broker who doesn’t have the interests of real New Yorkers at heart. If you think its sponsor is a Republican hit squad, think again. It’s a coalition of progressive Democrats and unions.

Quinn’s team immediately put the blame for the ad on Democratic opponent Bill de Blasio. Public Advocate de Blasio’s team quickly denied it and struck back, saying “Nothing undermined our democratic system more than when Speaker Quinn overturned term limits and let Mayor Bloomberg spend $100 million buying four more years.” Zing!

And that’s not all. When Democratic State Senator Malcolm Smith’s pathetic attempt to run on the Republican line was exposed, it also revealed an alleged plot by City Councilman Dan Halloran to use City Council discretionary funds to pay off a campaign contributor. Quinn’s opponents used this as an opportunity to jump all over her.

Candidate Bill Thompson accused Quinn of running a “broken system that…has clearly not been adequately reformed under the speaker’s leadership.” De Blasio’s team piled on, while Quinn’s people angrily fired back that this was “mudslinging of the worst kind.”

Yep, NYC Democrats have once again formed a circular firing squad. And if they believe they’ve got the election in the bag simply because they’re overdue, the Democrats may be in for another rude shock come November.

That is, unless they have some white knight ready to save them from themselves. Hey, wait a minute, who’s that charging up the hill?

Oh my God, it’s Anthony Weiner!

A couple of years later, I had Lisa’s brother in my class and asked what she was up to. He told me Lisa had gotten pregnant and dropped out of school.

That’s why I have little patience for criticisms about the city’s latest effort to curb teen pregnancy.

By now you’ve seen the ads on subway walls and bus stations directed at girls like Lisa: Kids of teen moms are twice as likely to drop out of school. Children cost thousands of dollars a year to raise, and a guy who impregnates you is unlikely to stay with you.

These are the facts of life. Why are these ads making people angry?

Bronx Councilwoman Annabel Palma complained that Mayor Bloomberg and the city are stimatizing teen pregnancy. You’re right, councilwoman. That’s the point.

The campaign isn’t aimed at those who’ve already become young unwed mothers. They’re targeted to teenage girls who haven’t, who are being pressured by their boyfriends to have unprotected sex and aren’t considering their futures.

Shouldn’t these girls think about what they’re getting into before it’s too late?

Years ago many complained when Mayor David Dinkens began a program distributing condoms in high schools. Later Bloomberg extended it by handing out Plan B, an emergency contraceptive, in select schools.

The data shows that teen pregnancy rates drop when contraception is made available to teens, and city officials hope this new initiative shows similar results.

That would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?

Yet the protests about the ads often come from unexpected quarters. “Teenage parenthood is simply not the disastrous and life-compromising event these ads portray,” says Haydee Morales, vice president of Planned Parenthood of New York.

Really? Getting pregnant at 14 isn’t a life-compromising event? On what planet?

I have no idea if the ads will work. Are they too judgmental? Maybe. Many say a prime reason teenagers have babies is to try to get some love in their lives, which is touching and sad. But these teens too often wind up uneducated, poor and isolated.

And that’s even sadder.

Say hello to NYC Councilman Daniel Halloran, who is not only a Tea Partier but also practices Theodism. No, this ultra conservative is not a follower of Ted Nugent, but of Germanic paganism “dedicated to reviving the ancient folkways of the Norman people of Northern Europe.”

The Village Voice has described Halloran as “America’s First Elected Heathen.” But make no mistake__Theodism is an ancient, deeply held set of spiritual (more or less) beliefs.

Closely related to Asatru pagans, Theodism celebrates the sacred  ritual of sumbel, where a drinking horn full of mead or ale is passed around with repeated toasts and drinks as gifts are exchanged.

Perhaps Republican Halloran was in the midst of a sumbel when he decided that it was a good idea to accept a bribe from NY State Democratic Senator Malcolm Smith to place Smith’s name on the ballot for the upcoming Republican NYC Mayoral primary. Obviously there is nothing in Halloran’s ancient/new agey religion (it took off in the U.S. in the 1970s) that prohibits the blessed gift of under the table cash.

In addition to the obvious misstep of trying to bribe his way to a nomination, dim bulb Smith was under the impression that he could somehow run for NYC Mayor without changing his party registration (no, I can’t tell you  what Smith was drinking).

But I digress. Smith gave a $15,000 bribe to Halloran, who unbeknowst to both men was being tracked by FBI agents. When caught and charged,  the spiritual Councilman pleaded, “Hey, that’s politics in New York. You can’t do anything without the f—ing money.”

Not only did Halloran lose his ill gotten gains, but most likely will also lose his position as “first prince” of his Theodish tribe__not to mention face 45 years in the slammer.

But in his own way, Halloran has done his bit to bring all religions, mainstream and way out there, together. Halloran has once again shown that in the end all politicians, no matter what their disparate religious backgrounds, worship at the alter of one unifying god.

The Almighty Dollar.

The woman stood two feet from me. Her booming voice made my heart race. Why were we in danger? “Because you are sinners!”

We were not only sinners, but sinners trapped underground on the packed #1 train…

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I asked my friend Jim (Jimbo) who moved from DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Underpass) to RAMBO (Right Across the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) a few years ago.

When artists seeking inexpensive loft space began moving into the barren factories under the Brooklyn Bridge in the late 1970s, they coined the name DUMBO to keep away developers.

Ha! The opposite soon occurred__just as it did when struggling artists similarly began moving into abandoned downtown Manhattan sweatshops half a century earlier, in what was then known as Hell’s Hundred Acres.

Never heard of it? How about by its current name, SoHo? That trendy name caught on in the late 1960s, and it wasn’t long before struggling artists were priced out as yuppies flooded the neighborhood.

This ongoing pattern has Jimbo and some other RAMBO residents up in arms as they try to avoid the same fate.

With finite NYC running out of “new” neighborhoods and unable to expand outward, we simply rename nabes to make them sound cooler.

Manhattanites have long gotten used to the acronyms SoHo, NoHo, NoLita and SoLita (North and South of Little Italy). But what if you turn left? Will you discover an underdeveloped LoLiTa? Or just run into overdeveloped TriBeCa?

And now it’s Brooklyn’s turn, as I ride the F train through the exotic-sounding lands of BoCoCa (Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill and Carroll Gardens).

With these trendy names helping to boost real estate values, it’s only a matter of time until virtually all city neighborhoods get a makeover. But what to do with decidedly unglamorous nabes like Flushing (FLOMO?), Gravesend (NOMO?) or Borough Park (SCHLOMO)?

If you’re thinking of trying to escape, don’t bother. The real estate people have their eye on your neighborhood already. Even the South Bronx is getting a makeover. Pardon me, did I say the South Bronx?

Of course I meant SoBRO.

For example, it has recently come to light that NY Mets owners Fred Wilpon and Saul Katz’s Sterling Equities proposed building a huge casino next to Citi Field as part of the retail and entertainment complex they will soon construct in Willets Point, Queens.

While Mayor Bloomberg quickly vetoed the idea, the mayor will be out of office by year’s end. Will the new administration look more favorably on the deal?

Earlier this year NY State Assembly Speaker Sheldon Silver reversed field and said he would now consider bringing a full-service, “Las Vegas style” casino to Willets Point. If so, could you bet on the game while at the game?

The Mets have been desperate to offset losses they incurred in the Bernie Madoff ponzi scheme. While the owners claim they are now financially solvent, their penny-pinching ways say otherwise. Not long ago the team had a $143 million payroll and was competitive. Now that payroll has dropped to $93 million and the Mets have simultaneously plunged in the standings.

Perhaps a casino beside the stadium might allow the team to retain its best players. If the casino was already in place, they could have paid off Cy Young winner and fan favorite R.A. Dickey in chips.

Come on–baseball and gambling? What could possibly go wrong? The all-American family outing: baseball, hot dogs and craps. And if you get in over your head and can’t pay up, there are plenty of baseball bats available to smash your kneecaps!

Hey, the State uses gambling as a cash cow, so why not the Mets? The parking lot would make a perfect  spot for the new casino. While let all that empty space go to waste?

The Mets have always been gamblers, currently shown by their willingness to start the 2013 season without a professional outfielder.

Many spoilsports say while they could understand a casino at Aqueduct, which is already packed with degenerate gamblers, a casino beside a family friendly baseball park is another story. They think the Met owners could come up with better ways to fill their empty coffers.

What about renting out Citi Field for bar mitzvahs, or letting premium ticket subscribers play left field?

I’ve got an even better idea. If the Wilpons are so desperate for cash that they can’t field a competitive team, why not just sell it? I’m sure it would bring them relief__not to mention the relief that would be felt by thousands of Mets fans.

You’re welcome, Fred.

When does an angry fantasy cross the line into reality?

That is at the core of the “cannibal cop” case. New York City police officer  Gilberto Valle’s wife discovered her hubby was visiting a “dark fetish” web site where he fantasized__or was it really a plan?__to kidnap, kill and eat women, including her.

Some are indignant that Valle got past the NYPD screening process and into the department. But what did they expect him to say: “By the way, I’m an aspiring cannibal?”

In the past, Valle probably would have kept his weird fantasies to himself. Today he could easily find fellow cannibal enthusiasts on the Internet who  share his Hannibal Lecter-like fixation.

Because nowadays, whether you have desire to eat humans or have sex with gerbils, there’s probably an online forum to match your weirdness.

And while it’s understandable that most people are creeped out by such sites, there’s an argument to be made that they provide a safe outlet to deal with these demented desires without acting on them.

The question in Valle’s case is did it go beyond fantasy? Did he stalk his potential victims (he had a list of names and addresses)? Threaten them? Was money exchanged?

I totally get those who warn that it would be too late to do anything if and when he acted out his grisly fetish. And if he were fantasizing about a woman close to me I’d go berserk.

But do we really want to become a nation where you can be arrested for improper thoughts?

Where would it stop? Should the actress who posed on the web site with an apple in her mouth be prosecuted for promoting cannibalism?

It doesn’t appear that Valle actually ate anyone, though he clearly crossed the line if he accessed a law enforcement data base for his debauchery.

Meanwhile, my neighbor has returned and all is quiet. Obviously I was wise not to call 911.

Or was I?

Starting today (3-6-13) my ever-opinionated self will be exposed to the readers of the expanding amNewYork, already the largest circulation newspaper in Manhattan. I will link the lead paragraph of the column on the day it runs, then fill in the rest of the story a couple of days later.

Here’s the lead and link to the column. As always I look forward to your feedback:

I recently heard my neighbors arguing loudly. One of them finally screamed “I want to kill you!” before slamming the door and leaving. Should I have called 9-11?

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http://www.amny.com/urbanite-1.812039/vogel-the-ghoulish-line-between-fantasy-and-fiend-in-the-cannibal-cop-case-1.4755754.