In the heart of a dimly lit, disheveled office, outgoing Mayor Eric Adams stands amidst half-packed moving boxes. His expression is a mixture of resignation and mild exasperation, as if he’s pondering where it all went wrong. Strewn across the floor, boxes labeled ‘Too Radical for NYC’ and ‘KAMALA SWITCHEROO’ sit humorously beside a cracked mug inscribed, ‘World’s Okayest Mayor.’
Because the Commie Swap is on. The only way they can get into power. Kind of like Kamala Harris did. You resign to get the communists under you..in..because Noone would ever vote for them.
On the wall, a key to the city he gave P Diddy is returned poster urges, ‘Moderation is key’ The scene is chaotic but oddly serene, a farewell to moderation.
Meanwhile, looming in the doorway with a megaphond, Public Advocate Jumaane Williams grins confidently beneath a cluster of festive balloons, their messages blaring, ‘free stuff’ and ‘for all’ ( your stuff. ) In his hans is a book of ominous feel titled ‘Crime..what Crime?’ hinting at the drastic shift on the horizon. A pin on his lapel simply reads, ‘Blm’ and ‘ Defund the police’ with a resist fist.
Adams pauses to glance at the scene, perhaps wondering if his departure is truly voluntary, as Williams waits in the wings, eager to step into his shoes. The unsettling tension between the two figures hangs in the air, as if New York City itself is holding its breath, waiting to see just how far the pendulum will swing. Or if he knew all along he would be replaced. Does he really have a heart? Or was it just a show to be replaced?
