Wendy Greuel, Watchdog? Tell Me Another One!

Mayoral candidate and City Hall insider Wendy Greuel's latest whopper is to tell voters she's a taxpayer watchdog. Watchdog? Are you kidding me? Greuel spent years on the City Council creating the disaster that is City Hall. She then got elected as City Controller and spent most of her time re-cycling her predecessor's audits. Bottom line: she's not the watchdog; she's the dog who tore up your sofa, and wants you to believe the cat did it.

Wendy Greuel, "watchdog?" No. Wendy Greuel and her pack of insiders made the mess at City Hall.

My friend David Brickler used to play this Bill Cosby record -- yeah, in oldeny times we had records -- with a story about how he and his brother broke a bed.  Greuel's "watchdog" story reminds me of it. Here's a summary of it that someone posted on the internet:

Bill Cosby comedy routine from many years ago, “To Russell, my brother, whom I slept with.” He recounts how he and his brother were jumping on the bed in their room until it broke, at which time their father came in and demanded to know what happened:
Bill Cosby: “A man came in through the window, dad, and jumped on the bed until it broke, then he went back out the window!”
Father: “Do you know what happens to little boys who lie, son?”
Bill: “No, dad.”
Father: “They go straight down to Hell, and they burn. Your skin is burning, your hair is burning, your eyes are burning –”
Bill: “Stop it, dad!”
Father: “Do you want to burn?”
Bill: “No, dad!”
Father: “Then tell the truth!”
Bill: “THE MAN CAME IN HERE, DAD!

It was funny when Bill Cosby tried to avoid responsibility as a child. It's less endearing when a politician says it to dupe voters. There is one and only one candidate who can fix this City:  Kevin James.