New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio had a presidential campaign that turned into a punch line almost from the moment it started.

There never was a reason for de Blasio to run for president, except perhaps to avoid having to work his day job.

The campaign was doomed from the start, as Tucker predicted:

de Blasio played to near empty rooms in Iowa and elsewhere, while staying as far away from New York City as he could for as long as he could.

The most memorable campaign event was, ugh, his high-pitched voice in an online interview:

So when de Blasio ended his presidential campaign yesterday, the NY Post ran an obituary on its front page which pretty much said what everyone was thinking:


Bill de Blasio’s presidential campaign, May 15, 2019-Sept. 20, 2019, dead of ego-induced psychosis. Neighbors said the body had been in rigor mortis for some time.

It died doing what it loved best — being as far away from New York City as possible.

IT was surrounded in the end by friends, MSNBC hosts. It’s in a better place now — a Park Slope gym.

Whether it was in the empty churches of South Carolina, the sun-kissed empty deserts of Nevada or begging someone, anyone, to talk to de Blasio at the Iowa State Fair, the campaign always gave 100% — and always polled at 1%. “Can’t” was never part of its vocabulary. Neither was “won’t,” “please stop,” or “this is a dumb idea.”

The campaign is survived by hotel industry officials who expect favors from City Hall. And 8 million suffering New Yorkers.

In lieu of flowers, de Blasio asks for donations to his slush fund.


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