Tuesday, November 19, 2013

1% of Qualls supporters gather

Dear fellow tax hikers, those of us who supported Roxanne Qualls for Mayor are pissed off.  We refuse to accept our landslide defeat.  We are going to get our way and we don't care what John Cranley or the 58% who supported him think. 

This manifested itself with our infamous meeting at the Cincinnati Mercantile Library last week.  1% of Qualls supporters gathered to decide how we are going to run the city, and step #1 is to save the streetcar.  We will not let Crowbar Cranley stop our beloved streetcar.

We are determined to govern Cincinnati with the impressive 42% majority that we produced on Election Day.  This photo shows that we're serious. 


It has been settled.  We Qualls supporters are in charge now.  We only have two questions left, and both of the answers are in this picture:

1)  Where's Waldo?
2)  Where's the minority?

8 comments:

CincyHochscheid said...

If there are any minorities at this sacred event they belong in the back of the room.

Craig from Price Hill said...

Tabbs and I tried to make it but the old Audi 5000 broke down again so we just got some KFC and stayed home.

The all-white urban hipster streetcar said...

I hear Derekkk Bauman stood at the door barring minorities from entering a la George Wallace. He played such a critical role in Roxanne's success that the trolley fanatics had to have them front and center.

Streetcars now, streetcars tomorrow, streetcars forever!

Fire Marshall Bill said...

If fatass Craig Hochscheid and Tabby were in the house there would have been room for 100 fewer hipsters. The streetcar advocates asked them to stay away so they could fit in a crowd of more than five.

Wizard Whitebeard said...

You'd have a better chance of finding Waldo than finding a minority at most of these all-white streetcar events.

Anonymous said...

And so goes the streetcar and so goes the hopes and dreams of all morbidly obese ill informed Pricedale residents. The opportunity to throw tax payer monies down the tubes has vansished, much like the barrel of snickers does each night at the Hochscheid hovel. Oh, the humanity...

Vince "big in Sycamore" Wallace said...

Where the hell is Pricedale?

Anonymous said...

Somewhere between Covedale and Price Hill. A place of limbo for pseudo progressive, ill informed frauds and fat assess.