New York’s Napoleon By Sarge Dear Mr. Bloomberg, You don’t know me. I, however, had the distinct displeasure to note many of the self-aggrandizing and self-serving politically engendered efforts you’ve tried to foist on your citizenry in New York City. You, sir, are a joke: a posturing, pandering organ grinder continually spinning the handle making the grating noise you try to put across as entertainment. Your belief you make salient commentary on world events, presents you as non-productive, mildly entertaining at best and aggravating for the banality of the dialogue. Please go away. You serve no purpose. You have billions of dollars in assets.
