A New Yorker calling himself Streeter has the best job a moonbat could imagine. He makes good money riding around on a bicycle, snitching on delivery workers who keep their engines idling:

Good thing for Squealer I mean Streeter that NYC won’t offer a corresponding dream job for countermoonbats. Imagine getting paid to poke a stick through the spokes of moonbats on their bicycles.

On a tip from Wiggins.