Dear Michael J. Bloomberg,
I cannot bear to see some mediocre politico in your job. It’s analogous to the expression: once you’ve had black, you’ll never go back.
Can’t you finagle another term?
You’re absolutely right about breast milk and about guns. Every policeman wants gun control. And just piping up about mothers’ milk took courage. Did you notice how jokes about your stance died down when scientists weighed in.
Face it, fellow voters, we have the best Mayor in the total history of mayors. He’s a visionary and he’s practical. He thinks so far out of the box that you’ll probably find him (box free) and dangling in his awkwardly English tweeds from a sofa in scaffolding high above Columbus Circle.
(You won’t find me there in the Mayor’s latest art installation–even though it’s in my back yard. I get height sick.)
Mayor Bloomberg, I’m even hoping you’ll get over your aristo, anti-union biases. Hey, nobody’s perfect. And maybe you’ll see the light of day on this important issue. In a healthier society, teachers would be paid more than movie stars.
I wish you’d try to be less Medici and more like my late father Bernard Orr who quietly supervised vocational night schools in Philadelphia–as a volunteer. Now that was philanthropy.