Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Everybody Hates Him

And speaking of The Nutty Mayor, I was at a fundraising lunch on Sunday at a Big Hotel, and His Hatefulness was there, madly trying to be cute and charming.

What was interesting and encouraging was that, from a vocal and demonstrative crowd, he got decidedly lukewarm reactions and that Giusseppe, the banker sitting next to me said, "I don't like this man. It's all about Sam. He is dishonest and completely self-involved."

Gosh, I couldn't have put it better myself.
It is good to see that everyone has now seen through the mask.

Kenny Rogers for Mayor

The only "Sunset Clause" this city needs is the one that sends Councillor Kim Capripnats off into the sunset.

This genius says we don't want to close down housing. We want the housing manged in a certain way.

Since when is City Hall in the business of managing housing. You pass the laws and you enforce them.

Oh, sorry, I forgot, you don't like enforcing anything because it isn't nice.

The apartment buildings that are basically clubhouses for drug deals and other acts of lunacy will continue to thrive, despite the desperate please of neighbours for a little peace in the hood.

May we introduce City Hall to that great American cornerstone of philosophical deliberation, one Kenny Rogers, who once famously said (sang), "You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, when to walk away..."

Gimme Another $200 BILLION for Iraq

The Iraq War is a corrupt well, down which billions of American taxpayers dollars are poured for corrupt contractors of every kind. It's a gold mine in revenues made, lost, hidden, diverted and overcharged.

However, Bush is now asking for an additional $200BILLION. This is the same man who just vetoed health insurance for children.

Yet, curiously, maddeningly, there are millions of Americans who believe that Bush is wonderful.
A story beyond comprehension.

American Mini-Portrait

An off-duty NY police officer shoots and kills someone with his 9mm Glock in an act of road rage.

This story is tragic, telling, a microcosm, terrifying and a commentary on way too many things.

But, hey, don't tell us we have a gun problem.