Democratic Parkas of Love
Have you ever seen a democratic love parka? I saw one today. You may be thinking, 'what is a democratic love parka?'. But don't worry, a democratic love parka - it's one of those things - one of those things that when you see it -you know it. Fernando Ferrer, democratic nominee for Mayor of New York City, appeared today at his first press conference as the 'official' democratic candidate for mayor. And he was wearing what? You guessed it - a democratic love parka.*
A democratic love parka sort of looks like triplets, except that they've enfolded someone else in an embrace and there's no hood or gore-tex.
Fernando Ferrer, or Freddy, as the press likes to call him, was so tightly wedged in between Giffy Miller and Anthony Weiner that I thought they must be entering a three legged race, you know, one of those races you enter when you're in fourth grade where your leg gets tied to someone else's and you have to hobble around together? And to top it all off, Christine Quinn was behind him. Were they afraid he was going to fall over?
There was a point when he lost his place in his speech. And at that moment, a huge gawping (bigger then gaping) endless hole stretching the edges of his speech farther and father apart from one another I wanted to lean over and make sure his shoelaces were tied. Freddy Ferrer's bad speech making skills triggered my maternal instinct.
Good sign for a mayoral nominee? I'm thinking no. But truth be told, I don't really know much about his political record. I know he's said some stupid things, and I know(now) he's really bad at public speaking. I'm also pretty sure that Anthony Weiner is about 10 times brighter then him. The energy floating from Anthony's shoulders alone during the press conference was enough to knock the wind out of Ferrer. You could actually feel it. It was like Weiner's brain was in a little eighties jogging outfit, sweatband and all and was running circles around the other guy - maybe that's why Ferrer lost his place in his speech - he got distracted by Weiner's jogging brain.
In the end what does this mean? I really don't know. Bloomberg - he's got lots of money. Weiner - he's got a pretty fast brain, but I have no idea what kind of person or politician he is. Anyway, as he himself said today "I'm yesterday's news". And Ferrer? I think he's going to have to fast track through political puberty and leave the three legged races behind if he wants to get anywhere fast.
*At this point you may find yourself wondering 'how does Sally know this?'
In case you are, the answer to your question is - I was there.
A democratic love parka sort of looks like triplets, except that they've enfolded someone else in an embrace and there's no hood or gore-tex.
Fernando Ferrer, or Freddy, as the press likes to call him, was so tightly wedged in between Giffy Miller and Anthony Weiner that I thought they must be entering a three legged race, you know, one of those races you enter when you're in fourth grade where your leg gets tied to someone else's and you have to hobble around together? And to top it all off, Christine Quinn was behind him. Were they afraid he was going to fall over?
There was a point when he lost his place in his speech. And at that moment, a huge gawping (bigger then gaping) endless hole stretching the edges of his speech farther and father apart from one another I wanted to lean over and make sure his shoelaces were tied. Freddy Ferrer's bad speech making skills triggered my maternal instinct.
Good sign for a mayoral nominee? I'm thinking no. But truth be told, I don't really know much about his political record. I know he's said some stupid things, and I know(now) he's really bad at public speaking. I'm also pretty sure that Anthony Weiner is about 10 times brighter then him. The energy floating from Anthony's shoulders alone during the press conference was enough to knock the wind out of Ferrer. You could actually feel it. It was like Weiner's brain was in a little eighties jogging outfit, sweatband and all and was running circles around the other guy - maybe that's why Ferrer lost his place in his speech - he got distracted by Weiner's jogging brain.
In the end what does this mean? I really don't know. Bloomberg - he's got lots of money. Weiner - he's got a pretty fast brain, but I have no idea what kind of person or politician he is. Anyway, as he himself said today "I'm yesterday's news". And Ferrer? I think he's going to have to fast track through political puberty and leave the three legged races behind if he wants to get anywhere fast.
*At this point you may find yourself wondering 'how does Sally know this?'
In case you are, the answer to your question is - I was there.
posted by SohoSally at 5:13 PM
6 Comments:
I love this post. Really funny.
nice banner.
Thanks Eric! It is funny. Do you want a democratic love parka? Maybe I can knit you one. ;)
Poor Freddy. He's never gonna be mayor. I like Bloomie 'cause he's got F you money and isn't beholden to anyone. Or so I imagine.
it was a drunken dream about getting drunk. and then i passed out, which, when you're dreaming, means i woke up.
Lady, I just found this thing, you'd better not have stopped already. I'll shake my fist at you.
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