Jonathan Rees talks a good game--provided that game is Milton Bradley's Crazy Ass. He's aware of a PAC that's forming because Sam Brooks "jumped the fence"--and we all know that DC doesn't cotton to motherfuckers who leap over fences (I guess). He's connected, too. After all, he scored tickets to the mayoral debate--we'll hear tomorrow about how he was the center of attention, natch. And he claims to always "sign" everything he posts online--with his magical unicorn pen!
But does Jonathan Rees have the balls?
Not buying it, Rees. You're awful cocky when you're driving Craig Newmark crazy. But I don't think you've got the stones, buddy.
So let's find out, Johnny. The DCeiver is calling you out. In the hopes that we can suss out your testicular fortitudes--along with serving to elevate the Ward 3 race to the level of "juvenile"--The DCeiver is challenging you to a water balloon fight. Bring your staff, too, Rees. I'll take on all comers. Let's see if you've got the sack to run Ward 3. Let's see if you, like so many great American leaders, learn something about yourself while cradling a balloon based water-drenching implement in the palm of your hands.
Come on, Rees. Let's do this. Unless you're a big fat pussy. You're not a big fat pussy, are you?