OIB Poll: Should Finch Stay In?

I had an epiphany. I seek an answer to a question that eluded the most intellectual human beings who roamed this blue marble drifting in space. How do you know it’s a Bridgeport Mayoral election? Think about it, you have to let it soak into the brains. Let it percolate like a pot of coffee on an autumn morning with the sun rising in its backdrop. To achieve the wisdom necessary to crack this enigma you’re going to need the spiritual guidance to tackle such a ponderous question. It requires some preparation. We need to first take a deep breath, “inhale, and release, again, inhale, and release, excellent.” Close your eyes, empty your mind, leave it void of all thoughts like the vast open space of the universe. Slow the rhythm of your heart beat. Hear nothing, see nothing, and say nothing. You are now ready to unlock the secret of the age old question. How do you know it’s a Bridgeport Mayoral election?
The police endorsed the criminal for mayor. BBB BAM. 🙂 Out of all the institutions they’re the ones who are more aware of the recidivism rate among criminal offenders. “Great Job!” I say to them. Not only did the Bridgeport Police Department endorse the criminal, the criminal ran his campaign on the high rate of crime in the city. And not a criminal who maintained his innocence, but a criminal who confessed to his crimes, albeit 12 years later after the fact. When he decided to run for mayor again to get his old job back, the place where he perpetrated and orchestrated his criminal activities, Again I Say “Thanks Bridgeport Police for showing the citizens how much you care about protecting them against criminals, Great Job.”
Even though he fleeces the city and its residents out of millions of dollars and lost tax revenue from development that never materialized because of his criminal activities, he still won the primary, albeit only by 400 votes against an incumbent mayor who had a litany of endorsements ranging from labor, business and government officials. Even the White House of the United States of America had praised Bill Finch in his fight against climate change, and leading Bridgeport in the Green Energy revolution. That thing tree`ers hug called saving the planet for the future generations. Again I say, “Great Job on keeping the Bridgeport citizens safe.”
Am I insane or am I in the twilight zone? No. You are Only in Bridgeport. Who thinks a Gamin administration is going to raise Bridgeport up, like a Phoenix out of the ashes? Where is the line between sanity and insanity? Who believes Investors, the State, Washington, or the Feds will invest in Bridgeport with another Ganim administration? When the last Ganim administration robbed the city, its residents and those who were investing in it, like Robin Hood but in this case they stole from everybody and gave it to themselves. Again I say, “Great Job.”
My head is pounding, it’s throbbing. I can’t take this anymore, ENOUGH, ENOUGH already, my eyes and ears are bleeding, please stop! Make it stop. For the love of God make it stop. Jesus Christ! I’m getting a headache. Where are the aspirin? There are none. NO! NO! HELP, HELP, HELP ME PLEASE. Is there anyone out there? This is nuts, RUN, RUN my inner voice yells. You get out of here, this place, it’s crazy, it’s filled with crazy people. But where do I go? Go back to where you came from. Is that even possible, I asked? Yes, No, Yes, No, No, Yes. You are right. I need to go back to the library. Goodbye, Goodbye I say those. If I offended anyone I’m sorry, accept my apology. Yeah, need to stay for the salvation of Bridgeport. I’m voting for him on whomever’s ticket he’s on. BAM, I’m out. 🙂