When you’re supposed to be at the helm of a crumbling ship as it sinks, you probably shouldn’t be grabbing a margarita, a good book and looking for a deck chair in the sun.

So to think it’s cool that Philadelphia‘s Mayor, John Street’s priority putts him in a 15 hour wait for a cell phone on a friday is FUCKING nuts… perhaps it’s time to go, you know – he never could really focus on the problems, maybe he would get to do more of what he wanted if he just packed up a little early.