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Editor's Note: NOLAFugees.com has refrained from making any endorsements for the mayoral primary. The following letter does not represent an endorsement by the editorial board of NOLAFugees.com.
A Letter of Endorsement From NOLAFugees Society Columnist by Cookie
That why me betting big on Ron Forman. Me get to hear Ron Forman make speech last Thursday at Bombay Club in front of crowd gathered by NewOrleansBlack.com founder Anthony Patton. Appletinis and Black Entrepreneurship filled room. For minute me think me died and gone to Atlanta. Forman mention Atlanta in speech. He credit Mayor Young for creating black middle class. Me big fan of black middle class as exemplified in movies starring Nia Long, Vivica Fox, and Sanaa Lathan. Me like well-appointed lofts often featured in films. Forget “Nia Long in cherry thong” nonsense. Me take Nia Long with exposed brick and open floor plan with floor-to-ceiling windows. But it not until Forman mention Ray Nagin that he strike deep chord. Forman give credit to Nagin, but compare him to tired starting pitcher in World Series game. Forman say Nagin need to hand ball over to strong reliever to finish job. Me not sure if new consultant came up with analogy, but it hit home with me. Me remember game 7 of 2003 American League championship series. Me bet heavy on Red Sox over Yankees. Everything wonderful until 8th inning. Manager Grady Little keep Pedro Martinez in after 120 pitches. Pedro got knocked around and Red Sox blow lead. Then Yankees win in extra innings and me lose ass. Me vow never again to bet on Red Sox, so in 2004 me lose ass again betting on Yankees. Grady Little ruin me life. But now Forman fill me with optimism and hope. In campaign ad, Ron ask me to imagine possibilities, and me oblige… Me imagine big payout at 5-1. Me imagine city job with benefits. Me imagine renegotiating terms with NOLAFugees editors… Me imagine swank inauguration ball. Me imagine Boysie Bollinger pouring out Cristal. Me imagine suckling Mimi Bowen. Me imagine me and Sidney Pulitzer puffing on Montecristos while loyal debutante granddaughters run off to refill our single malts… Me imagine hurricane season safe in Jimmy Reiss’ crib behind Mossad-guarded gates of Audubon Place. Me imagine smooth helicopter ride out of town. Me imagine plush evacuation digs at Jimmy’s Aspen spread… Me imagine hanging out for ski season, finding newly divorced heiress. Me imagine high thread-count bed sheets changed daily by live-in Latina maid. Me imagine teaching maid English while newly divorced heiress at tennis lesson… Me invite you to imagine possibilities and vote for Ron Forman. But don’t place bets. Me not want to bring down odds. |
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