Our Cocksucking Mayor

I wrote this letter to the editor of WW. Here it is complete with his response.


This Celebrity obsessed culture has bred in Americans a sense of entitlement and ownership that is far misplaced. Our very accomplished current mayor is the perfect example of this. We give lip service to the concept of a private life, but when it comes to actually having one, we pay it little mind. This latest scandal has a very convincing veneer of validity, after all, it is apparent that Mr. Adams didn't tell the truth when questioned about whom he has sex with. So, what, he is entitled to a private life until we want to know about it? And then he owes us some sort of explanation? No amount of salacious desire for the truth, or even a righteous one, means that we are entitled to it. Not when it comes to his personal, private life. The way I see it, two things are at issue here: whether he had sex with an underage boy, and whether he lied about it. If the former were true, we would have every right to know, but that is absolutely where our privilege ends. Barring that, it doesn't matter whether he conspired with the entire staff of the City Hall, CBS, NBC, ABC and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir to keep it quiet because IT'S NONE OF OUR BUSINESS IN THE FIRST PLACE. And though it may be hard to accept 18 is adult, pure and simple. The minute we start allowing it to be a gray border rather than a fine line, we open up a what's her name's box. The young man's subsequent choice in partner, aged in his late 30's, shows that he enjoys this demographic. What if the young man lied for him? As long as he felt comfortable doing so, and was not threatened or coerced, that is also the young man's right. Now, I seriously doubt Mayor Adams had sex with him as a minor. He's not an idiot. So he didn't tell us the truth? He doesn't have to.
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Amber,

Nice piece. But way too long for the paper. Have you posted it on our web site?

regards,
Mark

why I am up at 7 am on a saturday morning

First of all let me thank god that it is not because I have been up all night. I actually went to bed at 11 and I was sofa king tired. You see, what had happened was... Over break I got into this f'ed up sleeping schedule where I went to bed at 5 am or later. It sucked, but every night I tried to change it something came up. I wasn't even drinking that much, maybe 3 times a week, but it didn't help. It was no big deal over break, but thats all over. Now its serious time, with school and research and all-more on that later. Finally I just bought some sleeping pills and went to bed early on monday. When I get on the early sleep schedule I get tired early. Really early. And it's not just tired, it's like cant walk anymore exhaustion, usually by ten o'clock. The upside is I get up early and get more done. I also can't control what time I wake up, and once I'm up, I'm up. Wednesday I got up at 5:30. I got so much done that day though. Vacuumed out my car, diagnosed my aunt's computer problem, dropped off another computer, and lots of other things I can't remember. Thursday night I didn't go to bed till 4 am, but for good reason; I was getting tattoed (profile picture). On that side note, all I got was the outline done. It took 3 hours. We didn't get started till 11 so Patrick was tired and we quit at 1:30. I'll go back for the color in 2 or 3 weeks. So Friday morning, despite going to sleep hella late, I woke up at 8:30 and couldn't go back to sleep. I had shit to do all day and couldn't get a nap in. Then I had girl's night with some friends from the physics department. We went to my work: Red Star Tavern. We had an appetizer of mussels (I always get the mussels at my work), and for dinner I had duck with turnip puree and soured cabbage in a cranberry sauce. Yumm! didn't eat much of the duck cause I was already full, but it made for a yummy breakfast this morning, still with leftovers. I also had 2 mac and jacks african amber beers, which is my favorite in the whole wide world!!! Unfortunately I was too tired to carry on the rest of the evening that the ladies had planned. We started dinner at 8 and by 10 I was ready to drop. Which leads us to the point of my story. I got home at 10 and sat on the couch for a half hour or so and then my head hit the pillow like a ton of bricks. So now I am awake at 7:30 on a Saturday morning. It's sad really. I have more shit to get done today, which is why I'm not trying to go back to sleep, and this story probably ends with me being to tired to go out again tonight and falling asleep at 10. On the side note I promised earlier, things are progressing nicely at school. I was picked by the American Physical Society to attend a conference for grad students on alternative energy sources. There is $500 in travel assistance, and my department is matching the $500. Its in Pittsburgh, which is not that exciting, but travel is travel. So that will be fun. I'm also a member of a team entering a contest for ROV's (remotely operated vehicles). We will design a sub that will perform a number of tasks, and we'll hopefully get to travel to the contest and compete. I will also have a poster at a conference coming up in February. Stay tuned for more pictures of the tattoo. I love it!