With the annual farce that is the hundreds of UN member countries and countless diplomats congregating on New York for a week of absolutely irrelevant and pointless drivel, theatrics and fingerpointing, the only real impact such impotent grand scale diplomacy has is to snarl Midtown Manhattan traffic for days and cause already short Newyorker tempers to get even shorter. However, not everyone loathes this insipid and meaningless annual ritual (which is the legacy of an era in which bankers did not control the world) with a passion. There is one industry that looks forward with delight to the taxpayer funded spend fest that is the annual UN session. Strippers.
Because when minimum-wage supply [2]and taxpayer-funded demand collide, the naked truth finally comes out.