Well, well, well… If it aint ole Rudy Giuliani, “America’s Mayor,” finding himself in a pickle in Florida right about now.
Right, this is a guy with the brilliant plan to not campaign in Iowa, Michigan, Nevada, or South Cackalacky. Who’s his campaign manager, George Castanza, with that “everyone is doing something, I’ll just do nothing” strategy? Yeah, I know everyone else is tired from fighting hard to stay alive and Rudy is refreshed, but he also hasn’t won shit and completely lacks momentum in a state that is essentially NYC South. I don’t know, maybe he should put another dress on, drag queen it up….AGAIN, cut a rug and tell the people one of his grandparents was part Cuban.
Oh yes, it’s on for real now. It actually reminds me of when Joe Clark rolled up on Sams and the rest of that C list group of sangers in the bathroom at Eastside High. You know, that hot scene in Lean on Me, where Joe hit them with that “you better know the school song and if you don’t, you’re suspended, now let’s here it, the school song”….
Only, those cats delivered. I’m not so sure about Rudy.
Anyway, like a second rate singer who just isn’t quite ready for Hollywood, homey’s plan seems to be backfiring and I must admit, I’m enjoying it. Recent polls have Rudy running in 4th place down there in New York South, behind McCain, Mitt, and ole Hucky. How does that taste? Hell, Rudy G. aint even in the picture at this point.
Take yo ass back to NYC so you can continue to profit off terrorism errrr keep freedom on the march in the world’s greatest city.
Well, homey has two days before the primary, so he best get to work. Seriously Rudy, even your own children don’t fuck with you. Doesn’t that tell you something? Shouldn’t it tell everyone else something? All I know is that there’s gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing if Rudy doesn’t win in the sun shine state and I’ll be laughing with a pina colada in one hand and a mojito in the other.