[NY Daily News] Alec Baldwin was busted for disorderly conduct in Manhattan on Tuesday, after a flare-up with cops when he was stopped for riding his bicycle against traffic, police said.
The hotheaded actor became unruly with officers who asked him for identification after they stopped on Fifth Ave. near 16th St.. in the Flatiron District about 10:15 a.m., cops said.
“He became belligerent, yelling and screaming at the officers, ‘I don’t have ID. Just give me the f—–g summonses,'” one police source told the Daily News.
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The answer is no, nobody.
At this point, Alec Baldwin has done just about every outrageous thing in public that you can think of. He’s gotten kicked off planes for refusing to shut off his phone, he’s tweeted homophobic remarks more times than I can count, he’s punched paparazzi…it’s really absolutely no shock to discover that he’s a bicyclist. Everything else about his personality says that he doesn’t give a shit about rules. In fact, it seems like he actively tries to make everybody’s lives harder. Whether it’s singlehandedly delaying planes or riding the wrong way up 5th Avenue and making everybody late for work, leave it to Alec Baldwin to ruin everything for everybody.
PS. I guess I gotta give a little credit to the NYPD here? To be totally honest I’ve seen bicyclists riding the wrong way up the street every day of my life and the cops never seem to give a shit. So kudos to the NYPD for actually stepping up and making an example of the prick.
I HATE BICYCLISTS 
Christ, I hate cyclists. I’m in North Oakland, and some dumb cunt on a bike nearly rammed into me while I’m crossing the street. She saw me coming from like twenty feet away, made no attempt to slow down or turn to avoid hitting me. She then proceeds to flip out on me, screaming that she has the right of way. Uh, no you dumb cunt cyclists, pedestrians have the right of way, and take off that silly fucking outfit. Hey cyclists, no one thinks you look cool with those retarded outfits on. Drivers AND pedestrians alike hate your fucking guts and laugh our asses off whenever you go head first into the hot pavement.