At the risk of beating a dead horse (or patting an ass), I’d like to say one final thing about San Diego mayor Bob Filner before he leaves office. I mean, where does he get off? Sorry, there’s gotta be a better way to say that.
It’s been an embattled summer for Filner. Despite allegations of harassment, however, his fall from Grace (he was probably humping her leg) may be followed by a rise from the asses. I mean ashes. Continued apologies, Dear Reader. The recent innuendo in the news is starting to rub off on me. Damn, there I go again.
Even if Filner manages to reinsert himself back into politics in the future - like disgraced junk- Twittering congressman Anthony Weiner, who’s still in the race for mayor of New York City - we’ll have to deduce what he really meant when he said...
“Everyone is amazed at how well I poll.”
“Believe me, I know how to handle a councilmember.”
“I’d like you to head my task force.”
“Fill’ner? I don’t even know her.”
“Send the city attorney my legal briefs.”
“How do you like being under my jurisdiction?”
“I’ve got a rocket in my docket!”
“Do I have a First Lady? You mean tonight?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m definitely the ranking member on this committee.”
“I can fill a pot hole with both hands tied behind my back.”
Stick a fork in yourself, Mr. Mayor. You’re done. Don’t let the door hit you on the ass - it doesn’t want to lose its job, either.
- David Perloff