I’m Sick Of Mike

I’m sick of Michael Bloomberg.

I’ve had it with billionaires running for office and than telling me how to live my life.

Everyone has the right to make money but I have a right to live my life.

Enough!!!!!!!!

I may be going out on a limb but all of his decrees have a dictatorship scent.

Rule 1: I can’t smoke cigars in any NYC bars and by the way I’m not a smoker.

Rule 2: Than I can’t eat donuts.

Rule 3: This one puts a stick up me, I’ll have to pay $8 to drive into the city.

When my family escapes the city during the hot summer months we and lots of other new Yorkers drive through the city since we don’t have private jets to taxi us from place to place.

Of course what’s $8 to a billionaire?

Here is an imaginary conversation between Mike and his daughter:

INT. MIKE AND HIS OFFSPRING ARE SITTING IN MIKE’S UPPER EAST SIDE MANTION.

MIKE

I have a headache from all these people driving upstate. Let’s go away for the weekend.

DAUGHTER

Could we go to a nice Island?

MIKE

                                               Sure. Pick an Island and I’ll buy it for you.