Pete and Threepeat are Sitting on a Fence...

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Let's start out with a math problem.  What's 61 percent of 17 percent?  Answer:  I WIN!!!   Just in case you didn't feel like flipping through the local fish wrap trying to find election results let me clear it up.  Mayor Sliz-zay is in tha howwwse for my third term, yo.

It's pretty rare company I join.  The other fellas who have had the honor of a third term all have stuff named after them.  The Kiel Opera House Parking Garage, Tucker Boulevard and the Schoemehl Commemorative Hairpiece.  I'm open to suggestions as to what should bear my name.  The Slay Workhouse?  Union Slaytion?  B.B.'s Jazz, Blues, and Slay?  Like I said, suggestions are welcome.

Not that my win was all that surprising given the "competition."  The sellout Democrat?  Her name sounds like something your dog might do.  "I didn't get home in time to let Rufus out and he Maida Coleman on the living room rug."  Libertarian Robb Cunningham?  He can't even slash the extra "b" from his name, how is he supposed to handle a budget in these trying times?    And don't get me started on the Green Party.  You really think they could put down the hippie lettuce long enough to go vote?  Obviously not.

So now what?  I've got this place running like a well-oiled machine.  All there is to do now is collect all that bailout money and build some bridges and stuff.  The rest just kind of keeps on going.  I need a diversion.

Hey! Rainford is back to work after running my campaign. He popped in to tell me there is something called "Twitter" on the Googlewebs.  I have no idea what it is, but it sounds like a real time-killer.   and apparently I can interact with y'all and not actually have to shake your hand.  Oh this is going to be good.