Mayor Putz’s Bill de Blasio’s presidential campaign, May 15, 2019 – Sept. 20, 2019, dead of ego-induced psychosis. Neighbors said the body had been in rigor mortis for some time.
It died doing what it loved best — being as far away from New York City as possible.
It was surrounded in the end by friends, MSNBC hosts. It’s in a better place now — a Park Slope gym.
Whether it was in the empty churches of South Carolina, the sun-kissed empty deserts of Nevada or begging someone, anyone, to talk to de Blasio at the Iowa State Fair, the campaign always gave 100% — and always polled at 1%. “Can’t” was never part of its vocabulary. Neither was “won’t,” “please stop,” or “this is a dumb idea.”
The campaign is survived by hotel industry officials who expect favors from City Hall. And 8 million suffering New Yorkers.
In lieu of flowers, de Blasio asks for donations to his slush fund.
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