At Least They Held Back From Flinging The Tea Sandwiches*
This is what you get when you appear at an event with a candidate a week before the primary:
Mayor Bloomberg threw some kind words yesterday toward congressional hopeful David Yassky — but they were easily the nicest things hurled about.
The news conference at Wyckoff Gardens in Brooklyn was interrupted by heckling, some cursing and a flying, circular object that landed near Bloomberg.
It was a doughnut.
Chocolate glazed.
Harmless as it was, it did cause Bloomberg’s gal pal, state Banking Superintendent Diana Taylor, to run for cover.
“Just another reason why we need cameras,” Bloomberg quipped. “All right, let’s focus back here.”
The purpose of the news conference was to announce that the city Housing Authority property was going to get security cameras, thanks in large part to Yassky, the Brooklyn councilman who is running in a nasty four-way primary for the Democratic nomination to succeed retiring Rep. Major Owens.
Although Bloomberg isn’t officially endorsing any of the candidates, he did take the time yesterday to praise Yassky as someone who “worked very hard for the city” and tries to “make life better in this city.”
But the unruly crowd, which included supporters of other candidates, did their best to ruin the visit.
I Can’t Believe I Ate The Whole Thing: Score One For Opportunism; The Post Oppo Research Machine Chugs Along; See, The Thing Is Was, Senior Year Was Just Such A Blur For Me . . .; Excitement!; Well, That’s A Relief!; Pay To Campaign!; Recipe For Hitting The Front Page Of The Sunday Times: Just Add Sharpton; You Know You’ve Jumped The Shark When . . .; Unite To Stop White Individuals!; The Sad Thing Is That It Was Probably A Carefully Crafted Statement; How Do We Put This? Let’s Just Say Identity Politics Still Exists . . .; Barack Obama: Some Guy They Stuck In There; Nothing Against Your Policies, It’s Just The Color Of Your Skin.
*Believe me, I tried.
Posted: September 5th, 2006 | Filed under: Brooklyn, Please, Make It Stop, Political, Well, What Did You Expect?