Okay, whenever a public figure tells his or her constituency to “get a life,” it reminds me of that scene in Better Off Dead when the dad is attempting to bond with John Cusack using a handbook of current teenage phrases…anyhoo, Li’l Bloomie is all bent that New Yorkers aren’t psyched about the Republican convention. So, he’s telling us to get a life.
Way to miss the point with almost Helen Kellerian flair, Mr. Mayor. I couldn’t give two tiny shits if you close a bunch of entrances of Penn Station or stop fixing the BQE; from what I can see, your road crews aren’t doing jack out there anyway. No, I’m worried that our enemies are going to pick that weekend to RAISE HOLY HELL with bombs and crap. Also, I don’t want all those Republicans coming here and touching stuff that I might touch. Ew, cooties!
I’m sort of kidding. Anyway, Bloomberg is annoying me more and more recently with his “look at me, talking all tough even though I’m a pygmy!” routine, and I’d like him to shut it.

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