Get Your History Straight!

Wow, people really have no idea where they are, what they’re seeing or who they’re urinating next to:

“Get away from me, f—. I don’t like gay people,” Matthew Francis, 21, of Holgate Street in Willowbrook, is accused of telling his alleged 34-year-old victim, just before he and Christopher Orlando, 17, of the 400-block of Doane Avenue in Great Kills, attacked the man.

The confrontation happened at about 1:55 a.m. in the Christopher Street bar.

Prosecutors allege that the victim was at a urinal, when one of the men asked if he was “gay.” He laughed and responded that they were in the Stonewall, a gay bar.

It’s unclear if either Francis or Orlando knew the history of the Stonewall, or if they were in a gay bar.

Francis responded with the “get away from me,” remark, prosecutors allege, adding, “I don’t want you (urinating) next to me…. Give me a dollar. Give me a 20.”

Not just idiocy — romantic comedy levels of idiocy.

Nothing Says “2010 Mets” Like Oliver Perez Walking In The Winning Run To End The Season

Better than 2006, better than 2007 . . . it’s Oliver Perez losing the last game of the season for the Mets:

In the top of the 14th, with no other relievers left except those who had been overworked, Manuel went to Perez, who had not pitched since Sept. 6. With one out, he hit Adam Kennedy with a pitch and walked the next three batters as Washington took the lead. That brought Manuel out to remove Perez, who earlier in the season had refused to go to the minor leagues and had been used only five other times after the All-Star break.

As Perez walked off the mound and descended into the dugout, where he pounded the bench with his glove, the few thousand fans who remained assaulted him with jeers. Then the fans turned their venom on Manuel, who has a 204-213 record in his two-and-a-half-year tenure with the team.

Then that was that.

Everything Old Is Now Radiant Again; Tim Meadows Stands Alone In A Nearly Vacant Pedestrian Plaza And Pumps Fist High Into Air Toward Brutalist Modern Architecture Rising Above

First Robert Moses (and the related Robert Moses mantle-raising bluster), and now Le Corbusier, too:

Pratt Institute School of Architecture will host the symposium “Voyage through Le Corbusier” (not to be confused with Courvoisier) on Monday, October 11 from 6 to 9 p.m. in Higgins Hall Auditorium at 61 St. James Place in Brooklyn in conjunction with the Institute’s “Le Corbusier — Miracle Boxes” exhibition.

Are Treasury Department Vending Machines Stocked With Too Many Transfats Or Something?

I mean, Pennsylvania Avenue is already a pedestrian mall between 15th and 17th Streets, so it can’t be that . . . then again, it has always been a dream of mine to have the mayor autograph a dollar bill:

CNBC host Larry Kudlow went on the air yesterday to report that “a very well-informed political source” had told him that the mayor would be named to replace Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner.

He Said By The Tree. [They Look At The Tree.] Do You See Any Others?

The Eltingville Transit Center is a modern transportation marvel, and deserves neither apathy nor condescension:

It’s got cleanish gray concrete floors, the island’s only MetroCard machine outside the ferry terminal, big windows onto a lot where any of 15 different buses is liable to pull up at any moment, vending machines that will sell you a bag of fat sourdough hard pretzels for 85 cents but not give change for a dollar, a round clock with large numbers on it and plenty of the Beckettian blend of incipience and boredom common to waiting rooms everywhere.

. . .

Emily, who wore hoop earrings, too, and had yellow police tape looped around her pants, said the same thing, differently.

“Staten Island is a miserably miserable place,” she said. “This is like a scaled-down version of a miserable place.”

Location Scout: Eltingville Transit Center.