A lot of my visitors, especially those from the general Albany, New York area, know that I briefly made a bid for the mayor’s office. I had to bow out due to what I was told was colon cancer. This turned out to be wrong and was actually a severe bowel instruction, but it is the kind that can be fatal and, in my case, requires immediate surgery. I’ll discuss that in a moment.
I can say with absolute resolve that any chance that I had of getting a last-minute reprieve by way of getting on the November ballot is now exhausted. That’s because the deadline for turning in signatures passed yesterday at close of business. I would have needed 1,500 valid signatures to move forward.
Valid signatures would mean the signatures of 1,500 registered voters within the city limits. I could have at least tried, but I chose not to because I had to one to help me, meaning that I would have had to get hundreds of signatures per day, even on the weekends. I knew that that was impossible, so I didn’t even bother to try.
So now the dream is over. For now. In four years? Yeah, I’ll bide my time. I may have lost the battle, but I have not yet lost the war. No matter who wins, Albany is screwed beyond words. Had I been able to get on the ballot, I think that I could have made some great changes in the city.
Just some of my many goals were:
- I would have worked with ICE to find and capture illegals. Any place, public or private would have been fair game: food pantries, homeless shelters, hospitals, schools, churches, private homes…no location would have been safe.
- I would have dismantled DEI.
- I would have removed that disgusting LGBT flag off of Lark Street.
- I would have torn the Albany Police Department to shreds.
The list goes on and on. But, it’s Albany’s loss.
But now what do I do? What about that bowel obstruction? I have decided that the risks of the surgery are too great, so I will moving forward without said surgery. If that winds up being fatal, then that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.