Earlier this year, I announced my candidacy for the office of mayor here in Albany, New York. I was going to be the only candidate not affiliated with any political party whatsoever. I received a lot of support because of my goals, of which there were many. My biggest mission was to rid Albany of any and all illegals, cooperating fully with ICE in seizing illegals from homes, churches, hospitals and schools.
Of course, I had many other goals, such as downsizing the corrupt Albany Police Department. Unfortunately, I had to cut my campaign short due to some troubling medical concerns, namely colon cancer. The good news is this: there was a misdiagnosis involved. Apparently, severe bowel obstructions can be misdiagnosed as colon cancer. And that’s what’s happened to me.
My bowel obstruction is very serious, but it is nowhere near as serious or deadly as cancer, thankfully. The coming weeks and months will be unpleasant, and surgery is literally on the table, but I am happy to say, perhaps to the chagrin of others, that the world will have Michael Crook to kick around for some time to come.
So what about my campaign? I don’t know. The problem is this: in order to get on the ballot in November, I need 1,500 valid signatures from registered Albany voters. That’s a problem, because I must get those signatures by May 24th. As far as I can see, given the resources that I have, that is damn near impossible.
As much as I want to continue to run and show the voters of Albany what I can do for them, it may be impossible. As it stands right now, only Democrats are running, though a few of them are running on a second party line. As of right now, no Republicans have publicly declared, but they can still do so after the primary election next month. In other words, anything can happen.
Now that my health is under control, I am capable of proceeding. The signatures will seal my fate. Let’s see what happens in the coming days and weeks. If I do not get those signatures, my only hope is a write-in campaign, and that’s simply unrealistic.
What happens next?