“When are we gonna get some help?” blasted one desperate woman, who had to be held back by the mayor’s security detail as Bloomberg stood by with a deer-in-the-headlights look.
“When are we gonna get some f–king help?” she demanded.
“There’s old ladies in my building that don’t got nothing,” lashed out a man on video caught by a NY1 reporting crew.
Why, he’ll help you just after he makes sure you’ll drink your soda out of sippy cups, finds emergency rations that don’t have too much salt or trans-fats, and cures the rest of the country of its strange obsession with its Second Amendment rights. What makes you think you matter to Mayor Mike? He’s America’s Mayor. He’s not your mayor.