New York magazine's cover story this week is the unnecessary temperature-taking of Michael Bloomberg's prospects for the White House in '08. Because what this country needs is a managerial revolutionary with bushels of cash to spend on his own megalomania. Notice how much attention is paid in this piece to Bloomberg's philanthropy, much of it anticipatory. Has anyone done the math as to what will be left for all those public works charities once he's shown the country that a CEO-in-chief is neither inspired nor reform-minded?
Actually, I think Mike '08 is an excellent idea. The tell-it-like-it-is Gradgrind could profit with being told the one word he's always had trouble hearing: No.
It’s the Tuesday after Labor Day, and Bloomberg and I are having lunch (though his idea of lunch is coffee and a slice of incinerated toast) at a diner in Tribeca. Bloomberg is dressed in a charcoal suit, a pink pin-striped shirt, and a pale-blue tie patterned with tiny yellow snails. He’s telling me a story about what a fabulous time he had the day before at the West Indian–American Day parade in Brooklyn—but the real subject is the affection, nay the devotion, the city has come to feel for him.
“There was not one boo, not one catcall,” Bloomberg merrily proclaims. “Young people, old people: ‘Bloomberg! Bloomberg!’ ‘Mayor! Mayor!’ ‘Great! Thumbs up!’?” Quite a change, that is, from three years ago, when his reception at outer-borough parades was uniformly brutal: jeers, extended middle fingers, cigarettes flung at him. For a bracing experience, he says, “close firehouses, raise property taxes, put in a smoking ban—then do a parade in Staten Island.” He smiles. “Today in Staten Island, I get 80 percent of the vote and everybody loves me.”
God, people really do talk like that, don't they?
well, there are so many tourist attractions that you find on asia and europe. i would really love to travel a lot*
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