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© Stephen YangHordes of people swarmed into Times Square in celebration of Biden-Harris winning the presidential election.
Did you have a nice weekend, my lefty friends? Yes, I know you did. I saw you dancing in Washington Square Park, cheering in Grand Army Plaza, screaming in the streets of Brooklyn, huddled up in Times Square like it was New Year's Eve.

I don't begrudge anyone a good time, but I thought this might be an apt moment to ask: We're done with this pandemic thing, right? We must be, because the crowds didn't elicit a single stern wag of the finger from either Mayor Bill de Blasio or Gov. Andrew Cuomo.

The crowds' defenders say, "They're outside, what's the big deal?" Or: "They're mostly wearing masks, so no problem."

But there is a problem. My kids continue to go to school part-time, at best. My daughter's school is fully remote, while my sons attend two to three times a week. Their recess is also outside, yet they must maintain a distance from the other kids, while, yes, wearing masks. If we're done with social distancing, I'd love to let my kids know. If it's OK for carousers to party in the streets, surely my kindergartner can play tag at recess.

So much else remains paused in New York out of an abundance of caution. If crowds could form to cheer on an election result, why can't we have outdoor concerts? Why do Catholic Eucharistic processions and Jewish funerals get slapped down, while Black Lives Matter rallies don't?

Guidelines allow for no more than 50 guests at funerals and weddings. Fifty people is not that many. Any ordinary family will quickly have to start culling to such an extent that they may decide to cancel or postpone.

And, yes, the 50-person maximum is for an outdoor event. So much for the "outside" and "masked" arguments.

Janice Dean, who lost both of her in-laws at their nursing homes to Cuomo's monstrous COVID-19 order, tweeted: "Also, spare me your argument of: 'But they're wearing masks!' I'd gladly wear a hazmat suit to have a funeral for my husbands' parents." But Dean doesn't have that option.

Don't even think about indoor religious services, particularly in areas that are still labeled "red" or "orange." You could have a church that has capacity for 1,000 people and another that fits 50 — the limit is the same.

The hypocrisy, of course, stems from the fact that Cuomo and Hizzoner approve of the parties to celebrate a Joe Biden win. He's on their team, so it's OK. The rest of us shlubs who want to have a party for all the wrong reasons, like celebrating a marriage or a new baby, risk arrest for the same behavior.

And while the revelers who heart Biden drank champagne in the street, any bar that serves just drinks without a "substantial" meal risks closure. Which is it? Is alcohol a dangerous lubricant that transmits COVID-19, or is it a celebration drink, able to be drunk in parks whenever good news hits for progressives?

There can't be one set of COVID-19 rules for some people but not for others, but that's the naked message from the governor and mayor, both of whom are often seen maskless. If you, however, don't wear a mask, that's a fine. Yes, even outside.

This isn't about science. The virus, to be clear, can't distinguish between a funeral for a beloved rabbi and a Black Trans Lives protest. Chants of "no justice, no peace" don't magically repel the novel coronavirus, like some protective spell.

Our feckless politicians are drunk with the power COVID-19 has granted them. If New Yorkers were quiet because of the election, and because they didn't want to speak out against Cuomo lest they accidentally find themselves aligned with President Trump, that risk is now gone. It's long past the time to stand up for your city — and your rights. There is no sanity to any of this anymore, and meek New Yorkers have to start saying so.

There's either a dangerous pandemic out there, or there isn't. There are either ways to contain it that make sense, or there aren't.

But the current situation — one set of rules for the progressive ruling class, another for the rest — can't go on. Soon, New Yorkers will learn the real lesson of the last few days: Do what you want and don't wait for permission.