You Are Not the Boss of Me!
So ... you put us in office? Big fuckin' deal!
I now run the East Wing of City Hall. That's a big deal, my friend!
It means you answer to me, and that what I say goes. Oh yeah, and what he says, it goes as well ... no ifs, ands or buts.
I don't give a dammmmmn if you voted for term limits, sucka!
Oh! You did it twice? Well doesn't that just make you twice the fool..?..?...
Anyway, we already have term limits ... they're called elections! Ever heard of 'em?
Don't give me the story that you couldn't make it to the polls that Tuesday because you had to drop-off your kids at school and run to work - you lazy bum you!
Uh huh! You work two jobs to make ends meet? Doin' what ... exactly?
And what was that? The poll workers at your polling site gave you the run-a-round? They told you that the polling site you've been going to for 15 years suddenly moved 2 avenues and 3 blocks over?
And when the machine broke down, they didn't let you fill out an affidavit ballot?
Not possible!! Those are my bestest trained peeps!
And who gives a crack if the candidate you petitioned for was no longer on the ballot? I'm sure the folks at the Board of Elections have a good explanation for the disappearance.
And what about your grandmother? She couldn't squeeze her wheelchair into the polling site?
What is wrong with you my cranky, lazy voter?
Because there is no doubt in my mind that we here at the Council have done our job and done it well ... and should be allowed to stay here forever and ever and ever.
NO MATTER WHAT THE PO BOSS MAY SAY!
(a satire of what it often feels like to be a NYC voter)