Quaxelrod.com: the official @MayorEmanuel archive.

@MayorEmanuel was a satirical Twitter account that turned the 2011 Chicago Mayoral Election into real-time literature. From making snow angels on the frozen ice of Lake Michigan, to dancing with the ghost of Curtis Mayfield, to its emotional climax at the edge of space-time itself, the Tweets of @MayorEmanuel offered a highly profane, hilariously surreal--and, at times oddly moving--look at this historic election, this larger-than-life persona, redemption, sacrifice, and the lasting bonds of both friendship and civic pride. This archive offers the original Tweets in chronological order and with contextual @replies where possible. Tweets authored by @dansinker.

  1. fuck you right in your fucking face-hole.
  2. Someone tell those fuckwads at @politico to shut their fucking trap, or I'll fucking END THEM.
  3. Someone tell @joshtpm to shut his asshole before I have to hop an Acela Express and do it my goddamn self.
  4. Hey @ourmaninchicago, I got something you can one-and-done.
  5. If the Bears fuck this up, my entire platform is going to revolve around burning that stadium to the fucking ground.
  6. Goddamn right Bears win.
  7. Hey @jaketapper, you wanna talk "breaking," how about I break my foot off inside your colon?
  8. I swear to god, if I never have to see another cherry blossom as long as I goddamn live, it'll still be too fucking soon.
  9.  
    Before I go sleep, I want you to know that @MayorEmanuel rules. (with an iron fist)
  10. @rstevens that sounds about fucking right.
  11. Fuck-sucking douchenuts.
  12. Slats Lonigan
    RT @dansinker: RT @MayorEmanuel: Someone tell those fuckwads at @politico to shut their fucking trap, or I'll fucking END THEM.
  13. @chitownpolitics I'll end you too, in a fucking heartbeat. Just so we understand each other.
  14. Not D Mamet
    @MayorEmanuel I Shuffle, You Cut.
  15. .@FakeDavidMamet fuck you and your fucking fake account.
  16. Not D Mamet
    @MayorEmanuel Fuck me, pal? Or what? Your brother takes away my driving privledges, puts, puts, puts Lindsay Lohan in Redbelt 2?
  17. @FakeDavidMamet it's only words, unless they're motherfucking true.
  18. Daniel Libit
    Fake #Rahm-for-Mayor Account (@MayorEmanuel): check. All that's left is an official announcement.
  19. @DanielLibit yeah, and I'm sure the "Chicago News Cooperative" (the fuck: do you sit around braiding each other's hair?) gets right on that.
  20. Thomas C. Bowen
    @speakermadigan will you be following @MayorEmanuel?
  21. @thomascbowen fuck that @speakermadigan douchecannon right in his earhole.
  22. Eaglie/Andy D.
    BEST RETWEET EVER!!! RT @EgyTweets RT @eaglie: There will be a new Pharaoh in Egypt! Hail, Rahmses the First, @MayorEmanuel!
  23. @eaglie we're trying to get a peace deal brokered. Don't start provoking the fucking Egypt auto-tweet account and fuck it all up for us.
  24. Shit-screw you in your fucking cock-hole.
  25. Frank Sennett
    @MayorEmanuel Thank you for elevating the discourse on Twitter.
  26. @SennettReport you'll be thanking me for a whole lot more than fucking that come February.
  27. Eric Ziegenhagen
    @MayorEmanuel What about the meters?
  28. @ericzieg Fuck the fucking meters. Have you looked, even for a second, at the debt? The meters are a cock-hair in an ocean of shit
  29. Pete Bray
    rahm emanuel considers the chief of staff position as a stepping stone?! some swagger to that dude.
  30. @cloaker I'll show you some fucking swagger.
  31. Pete Bray
    @MayorEmanuel what is your first order of business going to be as mayor?! ;)
  32. @cloaker take a streaming dump in Daley's old toilet, naturally.
  33. Cocking shit-shiners it's late.
  34. Also, Sneed: stop talking about yourself in the third person or I swear to god, I will break my dick off and fuck you in the hair follicles.
  35. Amy Jacobson
    Rahm Emanuel will resign this Friday but where will he live? https://www.suntimes.com/news/sneed/2752062,CST-NWS-SNEED28.article
  36. @amyjacobson where will I live? I'll just roll out a sleeping bag and sleep in the middle of their fucking bed. Who's house? Rahm's house!
  37. .@BIAk_xs_THE_ you need to shut your motherfucking spam account down right now, or I swear I will crawl through the wires and do it for you
  38. You know who I'm not going to miss at all? Mich McConnell. That guy is the king of the fucking pansy-shitters.
  39. john bracken
    If you care about the future of Chicago and are not following @MayorEmanuel what the f is your problem?
  40. @jsb "care about the future of Chicago"? How about the puking PRESENT of Chicago? It's ass-handles like you that make me glad to leave DC
  41. Some mornings coffee is like standing underneath a twat-rainbow while fucking a thousand puppies in the mouth.
  42. David Spielfogel
    Or if you want to get yelled at. RT @jsb: If you care about future of Chicago & are not following @MayorEmanuel what the f is your problem?
  43. @spielfogel just give me a fucking reason to yell.
  44. Gapers Block
    Mayor Rahm's Already on Twitter: @MayorEmanuel is as NSFW as you'd expect it to be. (Meanwhile, @MayorRahm is... https://dlvr.it/64S9Q
  45. @gapersblock I'm keeping my eye on you kids. Step outta line and I'll get my NSFW all over your fucking keyboard.
  46. Josh Davison
    If you live in Chicago and you aren't following @MayorEmanuel you are not engaged in PROPER CIVIC FUCKING DISCOURSE #pointingstubbyfinger
  47. @stringbot that sounds about fucking right.
  48. Jesus shit-Christ is it awkward around the office today.
  49. Frank Sennett
    I'd like to RT @MayorEmanuel's piquant observations, but I'm afraid to offend tweeps' delicate sensibilities. He's making me laugh, though.
  50. @SennettReport I got your "piquant" whenever you want it, Frank. Just bend over.
  51. Wait a second: who the fuck holds a fucking election in Chicago in fucking FEBRUARY?
  52. We're all supposed to go out their with our dicks swinging in the snow?
  53. Cubs Fan Report
    @MayorEmanuel We haven't announced our endorsement yet, but it'd be good to have a #Cubs fan in charge again
  54. @cubsfanrpt yeah, well if you could work on them to stop holding their cocks and start holding some bats, that'd be great.
  55. Cubs Fan Report
    @MayorEmanuel We'll do you a favor & sign you up for some of Zambrano's anger management sessions right away
  56. @cubsfanrpt don't do me any fucking favors
  57. Tony
    The @MayorEmanuel parody reminds me of Andrew Dice Clay. Unfunny fake anger by a closet case geek.
  58. @Tony_Bosco how's that bankruptcy working out?
  59. Samantha
    If you like swear words and Chicago politics, follow @MayorEmanuel
  60. @SamAbernethy seems like a fucking redundancy, if you ask me
  61. Emily
    Just blew the nice "666 following" count I had going for @MayorEmanuel. My Twitter feed might actually be more evil now.
  62. @emilyhilleren just drop one motherfucker. Problem solved.
  63. I will miss sneaking juice boxes with Sasha.
  64. Most of the lunch briefing was spent deciding whether I should drive down K Street yelling "sionara, bitches!" Or "fuck you very much!"
  65. Christ, the fuck train got derailed on its way to bullshit junction today. I blame Duncan.
  66. Another thing about Duncan: for being so tall, that guy is a fucking pussy when it comes to the head-fake. Make him jump every goddamn time.
  67. Axelrod tells me "Who replaced Chicago with this shitfest?" isn't a good slogan.
  68. cock-clomping fuck-wasters
  69. I really fucking hope that I get to stay on hold with Comcast Chicago all goddamn day. Yes, please, transfer me again.
  70. So Axelrod is blathering on about a "new Burnham plan" and I just look him square in the eye and say, "fuck you, you fucking mustache-face"
  71. Alexis Peterka
    Would consider moving to Chicago to live in a city run by @MayorEmanuel. On second thought, Rahm? More temperate winters in Portland...
  72. @LexInterior I would rather punch myself in the cock every day than have to move to Portland fucking Oregon.
  73. emily nunn
    @MayorEmanuel Love you, Next Mayor. But it's Sayonara
  74. @nunncookchicago I got your sayonara right here.
  75. I'm not a motherfucking giant Snoopy balloon, so I will not appear at your motherfucking parade.
  76. Geithner never stops talking. You can be standing there, double birds in his face and your cock hanging out, and he's all blah blah blah...
  77. kevin lynch
    @MayorEmanuel if you're not too busy not announcing your candidacy, check this out: https://foursquariancandidate.com/
  78. @fifteenideas Like I'm going to take time out from running the fucking country to go look at your fucking site. Stick a mouse up your ass.
  79. I would rather lick the balls of the entire Chicago city counsel than have to deal with the fuck-nuggets in the House for another 10 minutes
  80. Governor Pat Quinn
    @MayorEmanuel You still haven't kissed the ring of the most powerful Democrat in Illinois. Hint: That would be me. I am the Governor!
  81. @PatQuinnsBrain I got something you can kiss, you brain-dead fuck. Who elected you again?
  82. Fucking cum-fisted douche-faucets
  83. Shitting cock-face, I stayed up way too late watching "Must Love Dogs" again. And I gotta deal with fucking Vilsack in the morning. Fuck me.
  84. Cock
  85. -a-doodle-doo, assholes. Wake the fuck up.
  86. If Dick Mell leaves another VM promising to be a "kingmaker," I'm going to pry all the keys off this phone and stuff them up his urethera
  87. I walked into the briefing today, birds up, and said "Hey snatch-warblers, you've only got one day left with this bitch." It's official.
  88. Jesus fuck-Christ, I told them that if they're going to go with Rouse, they'll have to find another billion in the budget for donut runs.
  89. Andy Reyes
    @MayorEmanuel you fucking cunt you run for mayor I'll fuck your mom
  90. @KidTronzy watch your fucking mouth you fucking douche-fuck.
  91. Apparently they went with Rouse because the potted fucking bamboo in the fucking East Room was too busy. Too bad, the bamboo says more.
  92. Another thing about Rouse: Hope you like your morning briefings around 11:45, because cock-asses that motherfucker can sleep in.
  93. Ryan Wynia
    I guess it's better than President Emmanuel. Introducing @MayorEmanuel (via @annatarkov)
  94. @ryanwynia give it a little time, ass-hammer
  95. Gibbs keeps looking at me and his eyes well up, like he's eating the dong-berries right off the pussy-bush
  96. I would rather slam my dick in a door than look at the motherfucking yard sign samples Plouffe just emailed.
  97. Speaker Bachmann
    @MayorEmanuel don't let my gavel hit you in the ass on the way out...
  98. @SpeakerBachmann Lady, I have twenty-fucking-four hours before I can fucking tell you exactly what I fucking think of you.
  99. Salazar just came up with a fruit basket. Ken, unless you want me to insert these into your colon one-by-one, get the fuck out of my face.
  100. Been eating Fiber One all day so I've got enough shit to go around tomorrow. Lieberman, be sure to check your mail: you just got shit-boxed.
  101. Speaker Bachmann
    @MayorEmanuel chased out of town by patriots, crawl back to your corrupt hole
  102. @SpeakerBachmann I would rather crawl back to my "corrupt hole" than be anywhere near yours.
  103. Speaker Bachmann
    Hey #teaparty #patriots, remind @MayorEmanuel why his corrupt Chicago thug ways will not be missed! www.BachmannforSpeaker.com #gop #rahm
  104. @SpeakerBachmann You do realize you're fucking with a fucking fake account, right? You fucking crazy ass-tard.
  105. Last goddamn night in this fucking shit-coffin of a town.
  106. Thank god it's motherfucking shit-scratching cock-bleeding Friday.
  107. Dear Washington Press Corps, suck it out of my asshole, you fucking third-rate, cock-handed, twat-cobbler hacks. I will miss you not at all.
  108. Hey Steny Hoyer, check your mail today: You just got shit-boxed. And I'm sure there's enough in there to pass around.
  109. LaHood just pulled up in his fucking electric clown car. This fucking ceremony is going to last a dong-capping lifetime isn't it?
  110. Rouse just waddled up, panting like a leg-fucking schnauzer. "Sorry I'm late." Yeah, you fuck-hat, I'm sure you are.
  111. Only thing getting me through this fucking thing is knowing my shaking hand is covered in cock sweat.
  112. Vilsack's halitosis is like breathing through a scuba tank full of dongs.
  113. DCA > OR-MF-D
  114. There is a pothole on the fucking Kennedy Expressway that I swear just made me cough up my sphincter
  115. 23 cock-socked, twat-fingered voicemails from Plouffe. In two hours! How many more before he figures out I'm not fucking answering?
  116. "Hey Rahm, David. I was thinking about strategies for the 32nd ward..." Fucking dick-trimming shit-sorcerers, I'm going to toss this phone.
  117. Brad Dayspring
    And Rahm's mayoral campaign might...just might... want to deal with the @MayorEmanuel twitter feed.... Just sayin' #couldcomebacktohauntya
  118. @BDayspring please-fucking pretty please with fucking sugar on top-tell me you have better things to do than follow fake accounts on twitter
  119. @BDayspring ...because, and I'm fucking serious here, if you don't, I could send you and Cantor a fucking list to get you fucking started.
  120. Home. I'm going to crack open this Half Acre tallboy, pop in "Serendipity," and put my feet up. Fuck all of you in your cock-soaked armpits.
  121. Jake Tapper
    wait...which one of @FakeRahmEmanuel @RahmforMayor and @MayorEmanuel is real??? y'all go fight it out.
  122. @jaketapper christ, that you even have to ask that question explains everything a person has to know about the fucking state of journalism
  123. Daniel X. O'Neil
    .@MayorEmanuel: theoretically, if I said you could kiss my ass re: waltzing in and becoming Mayor, what would happen next?
  124. @juggernautco theoretically, I'd tell you that I've got something you could motherfucking waltz with, you fucking cock-stamp.
  125. muff-shitting fuck-towers
  126. Thing I like about Quigley: that the dong-fountain calls me "sir." Thing I don't like: motherfucker thinks Saturday is a good day to drop by
  127. I would rather snap a mousetrap inside my own asshole than take a meeting with Jody fucking Weis.
  128. The top-fucking fuck-topper: Burke.
  129. Axelrod has been standing outside my house in the rain all fucking day. Stopped knocking hours ago. What a shit-sad moustache he's got on.
  130. A cold, rainy October night? Someone tell Axelrod to pack his charts and head fucking home, I'm watching "1408." Boo, you fucking cock-tards
  131. Holy fuck-smacks, where's the shit-coughing coffee?
  132. 183 emails from Plouffe later, and the suck-fucking webtards still made a site that looks like Barack's: https://www.chicagoforrahm.com/
  133. Benjamin Freed
    Rahm Emanuel's official website is up and running. Nice fucking design, @MayorEmanuel: https://ow.ly/2NGLu
  134. @brfreed let's see you do better, you fucking nut-flapper.
  135.  
    @megancarpentier @MayorEmanuel That's good, but "shit-sorcerers" is overburdened with "s"'s, which aren't preferred. Maybe "shit-wizards?"
  136. @braak too many s's, huh? Suck my screaming shit-sack, you siamese suck-shrimp.
  137. Axelrod's shooting my "special video announcement" (WTF?) for tomorrow. Wants me to say "Daley's stewardship" and I keep saying "sewer-shit"
  138. C Daugherty
    Who thinks @MayorEmanuel should box with John Boehner as a campaign fundraiser? That would make my year!
  139. @windycitybeer No fucking way. Touch that guy and you're wiping orange mystic tan off your hands for a motherfucking week.
  140. If Axelrod says "...and action!" one more time like he's Martin fucking Scorsese I'm going to cram his Flipcam into his fucking colon.
  141. Miss Niki
    Hate to tell ya this, @MayorEmanuel, but the video's already up ... you f*cking ground up sack of jackass. https://ht.ly/2NJgH ;)
  142. @NikiConrad yeah, because we're only making one fucking video. Head back to the lab, Albert fucking Einstein.
  143. Miss Niki
    Nice try, @MayorEmanuel. "Axelrod's shooting my "special video announcement" (WTF?) for tomorrow." Move it along.
  144. @NikiConrad I've got a special fucking announcement just for you: fuck you, you fuck-jogging cock-lump.
  145. motherfucking dick-cramping fuck-jumpers
  146. If Axelrod doesn't get back here with a Home Run Inn deep dish before the game starts, I'm going to dunk his fucking head in the fuck-tank.
  147.  
    @MayorEmanuel Now I know with certainty this account is run by a non-Chicagoan: No one goes to Home Run Inn for deep dish! #thincrust
  148. @Fortitude1913 I've got a fucking "thin crust" you can gnaw on, you fucking cock-fizzle.
  149. Megan Carpentier
    Related: may try to think up curses to catch up with @MayorEmanuel , but keep getting "shit-weasels" stuck in my head.
  150. @megancarpentier I've got something you can "catch up" with, you fucking hyphenated curse-word.
  151. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  152. @sleidigh maybe not for YOU, you motherfucking dong-crusted shit-slurp
  153. Solis just stopped by and was all, "Oh, you guys are watching the game?" Now I'm chucking my chicken wing gristle at his huge fucking head.
  154. Jesus fucking Christ-on-a-Cock, could this Bears game be any more fucking boring? Helen Shiller plays better motherfucking ball than this.
  155. Plouffe emailed to say that even if my listening tour tomorrow is spent listening to cock-bulbs complain about this game, I still have to go
  156. Fucking dong-choke, if I was invited to a zoning board meeting right now I'd go in a heartbeat--has to be more exciting than this game
  157. Fuck this game right in its fucking shit-sack. Axelrod had the right idea: He fell asleep in the middle of the first quarter.
  158. If this motherfucking listening tour doesn't start with listening to someone make me motherfucking breakfast, I'm gonna stomp a cock.
  159. I'm going to have to drink an entire fucking bottle of Purell when I get home from all this shit-blasting hand-shaking.
  160. Jesus shit-painting nut-Christ, February is way fucking far away.
  161. What I learned on today's listening tour: You know what's wrong with Chicago? Every fucking motherfucking thing.
  162. Michael Roston
    @MayorEmanuel real Chicagoans disinfect w/a tall boy of Old Style you carpetbagging ex-Ravenswood resident
  163. @michaelroston you know what "real" Chicagoans fucking LOVE? Motherfucking ass-catchers from New York fucking City tellng them what they do
  164. After consulting with this four-pack of Gossamer Ale, it's decided: Axelrod's mustache can do the fucking listening tour on its own tomorrow
  165. frick-fucking crimp-cramming dick-jammers
  166. Brad Knollenberg
    @MayorEmanuel What are you going to do if they take you off the ballot because of your lack of Chicago housing?
  167. @iambradk they're not going to fucking take me off of fucking anything, you fucking muff-wish
  168. Jesus fuck-chomping Christ, everything's shit-shape today.
  169. Text from Plouffe: "try to grimace less when shaking hands." One of these days I'm going to give that motherfucker a reason to grimace.
  170. Who the fuck is in charge of cleaning the CTA stations? Because at this point I wouldn't mind taking a fucking meeting with that asshole.
  171. Shitting-fuck-sausage. How do you fucking people eat like this?
  172. "I'm not a bitch. I'm nothing you've heard. I'm you."
  173. Please, fucking pretty please with fucking sugar on top, stuff your camera into my face again, you fucking snatch-hole.
  174. Just fucking perfect: Axelrod's Civic just broke down in Chinatown. Again. Cock-stump.
  175. Manny Flores just drove by and chucked a can at me while Axerod's trying to change this tire. Fucking. Worst. Fucking. Day. Fucking. Ever.
  176. Christ, when this day is over, I'm going to devour an entire Eli's fucking cheesecake like I'm a motherfucking Cathy cartoon. Ack!
  177. Cock-weeping shit-bananas
  178. Shrimp-sock fish-cock. I'm done with this fucking day.
  179. Ciara O'Rourke
    I've started feeling sorry for David Axelrod's mustache since following @MayorEmanuel.
  180. @ciaraorourke believe me when I tell you that his moustache can fucking take it. That motherfucking thing will outlive us all.
  181. Whichever one of you motherfuckers got me sick, you can go vote for Rickey fucking Hendon. To the rest of you--who's got some fucking soup?
  182. Jim Harper
    As @MayorEmanuel would say -new spin bikes fucking A fantastic but spin class music still bullshit.
  183. @Harpsiii just so you know, I would never in a hundred-motherfucking-years say that.
  184. Sick, wearing nothing but a fucking bathrobe, going to meet with the Tribune Editorial Board. "That's their dress code," e-mails Plouffe.
  185. Apparently it's just me and Randy Michaels in bathrobes at the Tribune Tower. The king of the fucking ass-clowns. Great. Thanks, Plouffe.
  186. Michaels keeps interrupting the board's questions by standing up, opening his bathrobe and yelling "TALK TO THE COCK!!" Fucking fuck fuckers
  187. I would rather punch myself in the cock every hour on the hour than have to sit through something that humiliating again. Fucktard Tower.
  188. Fucking fuck-shitting motherfucking shit-fuck motherfuckers.
  189. Katrina Cabrera
    @MayorEmanuel looks like you have some competition from @chitraderrob on www.foursquariancandidate.com. how does that make you feel?
  190. @katrinacabrera I could give a fucking motherfucking fuck.
  191. Yes alderman, I am fucking delighted to have dinner at Harold's Chicken Shack. These motherfucking arteries aren't going to clog themselves
  192. Jessica Galliart
    @mayoremanuel We did some of the legwork for your campaign with these ads/posters on @TSJFeed. You're welcome, dick. https://bit.ly/alZsX7
  193. @JessicaGalliart Fuck off. Plouffe's already got seven dozen poster variations up his ass. I don't need your motherfucking posters too.
  194. Waguespack keeps jogging by my house. Little short-shorts. I'm just standing in the front yard, birds up, waiting for the motherfucker.
  195. Matt Vasilogambros
    So, @MayorEmanuel was funny for one day ... now his tweets just makes me sad.
  196. @MATTVAS the unfollow button's right over there, motherfucker.
  197. Sharna Marcus
    @MayorEmanuel would love to hear your thoughts on alexi and mark :)
  198. @scarpetablog I guaran-fucking-tee you that you fucking don't want to hear my fucking thoughts about those fucking guys.
  199. And there he fucking goes a-fucking-gain: jog-jog-jog. WHAT THE FUCK?!
  200. I'm going to go for a jog up Waguespack's motherfucking colon if he comes back around again.
  201. joseph pettini
    @MayorEmanuel is this as far as you're gonna take this concept? Anyone can swear. Go deeper if you want to keep our interest.
  202. @strategy_samba First, not "everyone" can swear--fucking Mormons, for one. Second, the motherfucking "unfollow" button is right over there.
  203. Fuck it. I'm fucking sick. I'm fucking tired. It's a fucking "America's Sweethearts" kind of night.
  204. Tick-tock, shit-cocks. Time to wake up.
  205. Dow over 11,000 on the same day I'm going on a listening tour of Penny Pritzker's pocketbook? Eyes on the sky for a twat-rainbow. Trifecta!
  206. Penny keeps a money room in her house, and dives into it like she's Scrooge McDuck. We've been swimming in it all morning. Fucking glorious
  207. Nothing like a money-swim to get a guy feeling in cock-shape again. Axelrod, pull your Civic around: I've got some fucking hands to shake
  208. Just got cut off on West Madison by a fucking cupcake truck. Eighth one I've seen. The fuck is up with you and cupcakes you fucking fatties?
  209. OK West Garfield Park, come get your hand shaken. I promise when elected you'll see me less than you see the inside of a unicorn's vagina.
  210. Dinner with Obama at Alexi fundraiser. Fucking Alexi--getting caught chatting with him is like being sucked into a black hole of cocks.
  211. If Obama doesn't show soon, I'm out. Have been stuck inside the Gianoullias dong-vortex for a motherfucking hour now.
  212. Alexi is "entertaining" the guests by seeing how many dinner rolls he can stuff in his fucking mouth. He's up to seventeen.
  213. Jesus Christ-on-a-fuck, that's four hours of my life I'm never going to get back. Alexi is as dumb as the fucking day is fucking long.
  214. By the way, the final motherfucking bread-roll count? Thirty-fucking-two. In at once. Mama Regenstein vomited into the salad plate.
  215. Junko Kajino
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  217. fucking cock-sanding shit-branding, I am tired.
  218. Good motherfucking morning, motherfuckers
  219. Strategy session. Axelrod thinks "I want to be like motherfucking Rahm" is a bad campaign slogan. The fuck? It worked for Jordan.
  220. Axelrod also dismissed Ari's idea of a movie where politicians team up with cartoon characters to fight an intergalactic menace. Fuck fuck.
  221. Axelrod says no way: "Remember when the Bulls won for the sixth time and it felt like getting fucked on a pile of ponies? Vote Rahm."
  222. On conference call, Plouffe said, "We need something less polarizing," then faxed over this: https://tinyurl.com/28wlltx motherfuck
  223. How did you know that listening to you bitch was exactly what I wanted to do on a beautiful fucking Friday?
  224. Why is it the only fucking places I find you people are riding the El or stuffing your fucking face? Or, worst, both?
  225. I will tell you this though: stand on a fuckingL platform long enough and you will see every shade of vomit known to man. Vibrant!
  226. I just became the mayor of Fuck You in the Fucking Face, it's Friday on @foursquare
  227. John Adam Zirinsky
    Most Twitter parody accounts have a short shelf-life but the promising @MayorEmanuel seems to have run out of cleverness quicker than usual.
  228. @Zirinsky a pollster for the GO-fucking,P is going to lecture me about fucking "shelf life"? You've been selling rancid ideas for years.
  229. Axelrod's on his way over with a bucket of chicken, a growler of Half Acre and his copy of "2012." TGIMFF
  230. Plouffe just faxed over the itinerary. I've got to hit 13 farmer's markets. Here's a secret: edible greens scare the shit out of me. Fuck.
  231. Jesus motherfucking Christ, I hope to never see another Winter Squash in my motherfucking life. Fuck you and your fucking farmers' markets.
  232. Also, Chicago, what the fuck is up with all the baby strollers. Did you spend the two goddamn years I was gone just fucking non-stop?
  233. Scott Smith
    @MayorEmanuel Yeah. Jealous?
  234. @ourmaninchicago When you knocked up your old lady, I was running the country. When you're wiping shit, I'll be running the city. Jealous?
  235. Ann With No E
    @MayorEmanuel Sir, perhaps you're looking for a campaign writer? https://bit.ly/ccSofu
  236. @rocketslide you know what I really need? Not a single more motherfucker writing campaign bullshit for me.
  237. Ramsin Canon
    @MayorEmanuel He'll be wiping shit, but you'll be eating it for all one of your terms asshole. @ourmaninchicago
  238. @ramsincanon if anyone can tell me about eating shit, I'm sure it's you, douchebag.
  239. Christ, in going to have to shake a lot of fucking sweaty hands today, aren't I? First sign of bloody nipples and I'm fucking GONE.
  240. I know I'm supposed to say you're all heroic athletes, but I just saw a guy in a chicken suit puke up a Cliff Bar at mile fucking three.
  241. snatch-haunting fuck-trailers
  242. Congratulations marathon runners! You're 26.2 miles closer to a motherfucking knee replacement!
  243. Axelrod's mustache finished the cock-shocking marathon in 5:38.
  244. Just looked over Plouffe's itinerary for the week. It is fucktacularly stupid. How long does this goddamn listening tour have to last again?
  245. So which godforsaken corner of this motherfucking city an I headed to today in this never-ending dick-slamming tour?
  246. I refuse to choke down another fucking pepper and egg sandwich. Seriously, how has this entire city not died from a coronary?
  247. Dick Mell is the king of the pepper and egg. Eats three or four of them every morning. Ends up smelling like a sulfur bath all day.
  248. Seriously considering having my shaking hand amputated and sending it around the city alone so I can get some actual fucking work done.
  249. Hey Saugansh, come shake the disembodied hand of Rahm Emanuel tomorrow, while I'm busy not giving a fuck about you somewhere else.
  250. Ry Rivard
    @MayorEmanuel Don't you need to sever the wrist, too. A handshake is all in the wrist.
  251. @ryrivard what kind of stupid motherfucker would server their fucking hand below the wrist? What a stupid fucking statement. Christ.
  252. Suck-fucking shit-balloons
  253. Fucking seriously, doesn't Flores have any "listening" to do? Come on: Carol Mosley Braun doesn't have to "listen" to any motherfuckers?
  254. Yet here I am fucking "listening" to all you fucking v-holes prattle on and on about fucking potholes and parking meters every fucking day.
  255. New slogan: "Hey Chicago: Just park in the fucking space and be done with it. Emanuel '11"
  256. Samantha
    @MayorEmanuel what's a v-hole?
  257. @SamAbernethy do I need to draw you a fucking diagram?
  258. Ellen DePodesta
    Hey @MayorEmanuel, wasn't the Columbus Day parade today great fun?
  259. @ChicagoPR I'm trying to pretend like it never fucking happened.
  260. Scowling my way through the Columbus Day Parade, Ed Burke said I had a case of the Mondays. More like the Can't-Fucking-Stand-You Days
  261. Scowling through the Columbus Day Parade, Ed Burke said I had a case of the Mondays. More like the Can't-Fucking-Stand-You Days
  262. Someone fucking needs to fucking bring me a fucking coffee this very fucking second.
  263. Jesus fucking cock-twats: Biden is in town? Fucking christ, I'll be hiding out in a goddamn undisclosed location for the rest of the day.
  264. Would someone fucking pledge to @WBEZ already so those sad fucking radio-tards will shut the fuck up?
  265. Fuck yes, you chilean miner sons-of-bitches, fuck yes.
  266. New slogan: "Because Chicago is in a deeper fucking hole than the fucking Chilean Miners. Vote Rahm."
  267. I've got Axelrod looking into where to get one of those miner rescue elevators so I can ride one around Ed Burke's lower fucking intestine.
  268. If you need me today, I'll be at home watching CNN and bawling like a motherfucking baby.
  269. Been on BBM with Plouffe, selling him on my "stuck in a mine" strategy. (1) don't have to shake fucking hands (2) in 90 days you'll love me.
  270. Quinn
    @MayorEmanuel Plus it's probably harder to swear at people through a tiny hole in the ground.
  271. @ampersands1 yeah, I'm not fucking worried about fucking that.
  272. Axelrod just came over and we're both wearing hardhats and only eating food we can cram through a motherfucking 12" hole. This is the life.
  273. You would be amazed just how many different kinds of food you can stuff through a 12" hole. Axelrod got an entire fucking Turkey through.
  274. I find the Chilean Miner rescue incredibly moving. Once this last guy is up, we're going to send 'em all back down, right? Fuck yes.
  275. Amanda Downing
    @MayorEmanuel I'm a fan of the F word, I even use it quite often, but why do you use it in EVERY tweet? #Justwondering
  276. @amanda2581 do I come into your kitchen and tell you how to motherfucking cook?
  277.  
    Hey @MayorEmanuel, what do you think about Lisa Madigan possibly announcing a run against you? Ready to fight in Madiganistan???
  278. @featherchick wouldn't it make more fucking sense to just say "Madigascar"? Same fucking point, better fucking reference. Also: fuck her.
  279. So everyone's up from the mine? Jesus fucking Christ-twat... now what?
  280. Eric Ziegenhagen
    @MayorEmanuel It's back to the parking meters.
  281. @ericzieg fuck me and those fucking meters. Just park the fucking car.
  282.  
    @MayorEmanuel Now all of us "miners" Downstate just need to be rescued from the blue hole that is Chicago. How about your own state???
  283. @featherchick By all fucking means, enjoy a Chicagoless Illinois. I'm sure that'd work out just fucking wonderfully for you.
  284. I woke up with a hardhat in my hands, looked up at the hole Axelrod and I drilled in the ceiling and just started fucking weeping. Emptiness
  285. I know it's not reasonable but, deep fucking down, I bet you too wished they'd continue to pull Chileans up from the ground forever.
  286. What has brought this city closer together than feeling motherfucking one with 33 people stuck in the ground of another continent? Nothing.
  287. New slogan: "Bring back that first miner feeling. Emanuel for motherfucking mayor."
  288. I actually wanted Madigan to run. Have you seen the rest of the shit-tards that have announced? Give me someone fucking competent.
  289. Is it too late to get in on the fucking Attorney General race? Come on, Madigan, let's do this! Don't leave me with Hendon and Flores.
  290. Unless motherfucking Oprah motherfucking Winfrey enters this race, it's going to be me against a field of dong-tards and shit-eaters.
  291. Seriously a debate with these shit-galoids will end with me crushing my cock with the podium, just to feel SOMETHING.
  292. Slats Lonigan
    @MayorEmanuel um, Flores pulled out last week
  293. @chitownpolitics I am trying incredibly motherfucking hard not to respond "that's what she said."
  294. New slogan: "Vote Rahm: because Jesus cock-Christ, look at the other fucking guys."
  295. If I'd have known the field was going to end up this fucking limp-dicked, I'd have stayed in Washington through the fucking midterms.
  296. Jesus Christ-twat on a fuck-dong
  297. Right about now I'm getting that sinking fucking feeling that I was served motherfucking decaf.
  298. Fucking Friday fucking starts fucking right fucking now.
  299. So the email started "Dear First Name." That was Plouffe's quick fix to the original: "Dear Motherfucking Twat-tards,"
  300. Dear First Name, Fuck you in your fucking pie-hole, you stupid motherfucking snatch-drip. Yours, Rahm
  301. Dear First Name, Who's got one and a half middle fingers, six beers, and doesn't give a fuck if I got your name right? This guy.
  302. Dear First Name, Plouffe assures me that we're going to have an actual fucking communications team in place soon. The intern is a cocktard.
  303. Holy shit-cocks, I should have stopped at nine beers last night. My fucking head is going to fucking explode at this breakfast meeting.
  304. Of course Axelrod waltzes into the meeting like he drank nothing last night. That motherfucker's liver is made of motherfucking Teflon.
  305. Fucking shine on, you motherfucking amazing fucking sun
  306. Fuck your motherfucking Sunday morning, I'm sleeping until goddamn noon.
  307. Fucking motherfucking fuck-shitting ass-cocked Bears.
  308. Ellen DePodesta
    @MayorEmanuel So we, the great voters of Chicago, follow you... why don't you follow us back?
  309. @ChicagoPR because then I have to listen to all of your bitching and complaining even when I'm not shaking your fucking hand.
  310. I really did try to listen to that fucking debate. But as soon as Quinn opens his mouth, I feel like a little part of me cock-plucking dies
  311. Shit-shaking dong-stompers
  312. Really, what's a few motherfucking million raised? Don't fucking worry, Dart, I'm sure someone will give you some cash at some point.
  313. Today was one never-ending fucking strategy session. Workloads doubled when Axelrod's mustache announced it was taking the week off.
  314. Seriously, if that motherfucking 'stache is talking to fucking Meeks, I'm going to lose it.
  315. David says it's just taking a few days to see the fall colors in WI, but really: what fucking mustache takes off two weeks before midterms?
  316. Anyway, a week without that mustache just went from a slog to a motherfucking full-fledged shit-wallow.
  317. I'm going to close my eyes and imagine a coffee pot as big as the motherfucking Sears motherfucking Tower.
  318. Matt Spector
    @MayorEmanuel It's the Willis Tower now. Geez, you've been gone for a while, haven't you?
  319. @mspec I would rather punch myself in the cock six times a day than have to say motherfucking "Willis Tower"
  320. You want to know my definition of hell? This motherfucking lunch meeting that the fucking communications intern set up with Billy Dec. Fuck.
  321. Jesus fucking christ, apparently it's take-a-lunch-meeting-with-a-raging-douchebag day.
  322. Fuck me. He's wearing his "dressy" baseball hat. Asked Axelrod to circle the block one more time. Considering jumping into traffic.
  323. That was a half-hour I'll never fucking get back. On the upside, the Rumble in the Jungle Turkey Wrap at the Rainforest Cafe--tasty!
  324. Next time I even hear the motherfucking name Billy Dec, I'm slamming my cock in the door of Axelrod's Civic.
  325.  
    The @Ward_Room editorial staff would sincerely like to RT @mayoremanuel, but NBC standards won't allow it. Godspeed sir.
  326. @Ward_Room fuck you in your motherfucking peacock.
  327. Watching Alexi and Kirk debate is like fucking a sackful of dumb.
  328. Going around the public schools with Huberman today. That guy smells like motherfucking sadness.
  329. Axelrod tells it's not a word but jesus fucking christ it's going to take a bazillion fucking dollars to save these fucking schools.
  330. dong-clamping shit-cannons
  331. I've asked Axelrod to come over and just pour the coffee straight into my mouth while I'm still lying here. "I'll be right over!"
  332. Christ, I'm so fucking tired I forgot to swear in that last tweet: Fucking motherfucking shit cock ass fuck twat. Feeling better already.
  333. So Ari is throwing me a fundraiser soon, except he keeps calling it a "fuck-raiser." I don't even know what that fucking means. He scares me
  334. But, I'd rather be on a flight to LA than have to tour another pathetic fucking school. Today's might as well be the Oliver Twist Academy.
  335. Sufficiently coffeed. Alright, Chicago, I'm going to fuck you in the fucking face today.
  336. If Dart's rent-a-cops pull over Axelrod's Civic one more time, I'm going to stuff my fist so far up his ass my stump will tickle his uvula.
  337. Axelrod just called me from the impound. Dart's goons hauled his fucking Civic in. Oh, it's motherfucking on now, you fucking motherfuck.
  338. Sheriff Woody from Toy Story is more of a real lawman than that cocktard Dart. "There's a motherfucking snake in my boot."
  339. Axelrod just pulled up in his Civic, gave a beep and I went out. The thing has DART RULES spraypainted across the motherfucking hood.
  340. I'm going to have to drink ten thousand motherfucking beers to make this day motherfucking better.
  341. Sara McH. (nƩe B.)
    @MayorEmanuel But aren't you happy that Randy Michaels resigned?
  342. @yellowcardigan good point. Motherfucking 9,999.
  343. Matt Spector
    @MayorEmanuel You bastard, are you coming to Northwestern's homecoming or not?
  344. @mspec what the fucking motherfucking fuck would I do that for?
  345. Chicago, it's really fucking easy: put down the fucking mouse, walk out the fucking door, it's fucking Friday.
  346. Julie E. Miller
    @MayorEmanuel Business never stops. Even on Friday.
  347. @jem0622 you're in the wrong fucking business
  348. Axelrod just showed up with a fucking case of toilet paper. We're going to TP the living shit out of Dart's house!
  349. If you think I'm getting out of fucking bed on a rainy Saturday, you're out of your motherfucking cock-holed mind.
  350. The fuck is Plouffe sending me to store openings for? What's next, being a motherfucking greeter at the Pullman Wall-Mart?
  351. And seriously, there is an entirely different class of douchebag that shows up at an Apple Store opening in Lincoln fucking Park.
  352. Who wants a MacBook Air.with a side of asshole? Order fucking up.
  353. Fucking Christ, morning at the Apple Store, afternoon at Whole Foods. Suck it out if my asshole, Lincoln Park!
  354. Matt Gianquinto
    @MayorEmanuel I think you meant "of" and not "if"
  355. @quintoCT who the fuck died and made you Microsoft fucking Word?
  356. Fuck-trampling shit-eclipse
  357. Hey Chicago, get your hands off your fucking cock and get the fuck outside. It's motherfucking incredible out here.
  358. By the way, fuck this fucking team.
  359. I swear to fucking god, Honeycrisp apples are motherfucking twat-licious!
  360. Cameos too--you put that shit into your fucking face-hole and you think, "Motherfucker, I am eating a fucking apple."
  361. Doug Gordon
    #Bears were 3-0 before Rahm moved back to Chicago. Since @MayorEmanuel has been back they are 1-3. Coincidence? I think not. #p2
  362. @dgordon52 Nice math, Ein-fucking-stein. How do you explain the last fucking umpteen years?
  363. Fuck your fucking Monday morning right in its fucking puckered fucking pink fucking asshole.
  364. Axelrod's mustache was back today after its week off. Good to have that bushy motherfucker back.
  365. Batten down the hatches, motherfuckers!
  366. Michael Sterchak
    @MayorEmanuel: how is your campaign prepared for this shit-kickin' wind storm heading for Chicago?
  367. @MichaelSterchak The way we deal with everything: Axelrod's digging a motherfucking trench.
  368. Axelrod's refusing to come up from the basement. Pretty sure that motherfucker's eaten most of the canned peaches. Fuck me.
  369. Axelrod's calling up from the basement, telling me I shouldn't be up on the roof yelling, "BRING IT ON, YOU WINDY MOTHERFUCKERS."
  370. COME ON YOU FUCKING WEATHER, IS THIS THE BEST YOU FUCKING GOT?
  371. Now there's motherfucking blue motherfucking skies out there. This goddamn wind storm can fucking blow me.
  372. C-fuck-O-fuck-F-fuck-F-fuck-E-fuck-E
  373. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  374. @Orcaspapa the unfollow button is right over there.
  375. So I see that motherfucker Dart got that shit-box I sent him.
  376. Hey Chicago, meet the new motherfucking sheriff in town.
  377. Strategy session: do we just hold the fucking election early? Or do we not fucking bother at all? Seems like a fucking formality now.
  378. Axelrod's telling me I need to do more at this news conference than let them film my motherfucking victory lap.
  379. Blago 4 Mayor
    @quintoCT Oh I'm following you, all right! I'm following you straight to @MayorEmanuel, and then it's on! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!
  380. @Blago4Mayor fuck off, you stupid fucking fake account.
  381. Dear Chicago, I'm sorry that 21 years of Daley gave you a field of fucking pussies. And me.
  382. But really, when I look at this fucking pathetic field and the most credible candidate casts dicks in cement, I mostly feel sorry for you.
  383. Josh Davison
    @MayorEmanuel I'm SO voting Plastercaster, assmunch. WE GOT US A HORSERACE
  384. @stringbot have fun with that, you stupid fucking cocktard.
  385. New slogan: "I mostly feel sorry for you, you pathetic fucking shit-tards. Emanuel '11"
  386. When I finish this cup of coffee, I'm going to dump the filter and fuck the grinds.
  387. 13 voicemails from Hendon yesterday reminding me that he was a "real"candidate. No you're not, Rickey. No you're fucking not.
  388. New slogan: "Your other choice is Rickey fucking Hendon. Emanuel '11"
  389. Fucking fuck-stained fuck-trombones.
  390. Axelrod just came over with a fuck-it bucket of chicken. This night just got a whole motherfucking lot better.
  391. Holy jesus fucking christ-hole, I have a massive chicken hangover.
  392. Shit-fucking fuck-shitters, it's motherfucking cold out here!
  393. Fuck you, you fucking motherfuckers, it's finally motherfucking Friday.
  394. Supposed to go to a halloween party at Carl the intern's apartment tonight. Word is Schiller's wearing a "sexy can of fruit" outfit. Fuck.
  395. Also, fucking Flores is supposed to be there. Assuming he's going dressed as a ten-year-old girl because that's what he looks like anyway.
  396. Jody Weis is supposed to be there too. That stupid motherfucker always comes to this shit in his uniform--"I'm going as a hero." Fuck off.
  397. Me, I'm going as Mr. Schuester from Glee. I love that motherfucking show so fucking much it fucking scares me sometimes.
  398. I would try to sum up my night, but I'll just leave it at "Who wants to open up this can of fruit?" Holy shit-fucking-christ-fuck.
  399. Jeremy Schultz
    @MayorEmanuel You were funnier before f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck sh*t f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck sh*t f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck sh*t f*ck
  400. @jeremyschultz (1) when the fuck was that? (2) the unfollow button's right over there.
  401. The scariest part of Halloween this year is the realization that I'm going to be voting for motherfucking Alexi in three days. BOO!
  402. Just bought a little fake blood sprayer I can attach to my finger stump. These fucking trick or treat kids will shit their diapers.
  403. Guy came to my door in the most fucking amazing Zombie Pat Quinn outfit. Then I realized it was actually just sad-shitting Quinn himself.
  404. Holy fuck, I've eaten so much candy corn that I think I can see through motherfucking time!
  405. Caught in a fucking candy-corn haze. Jean Baptiste Point du Sable and Papa Bear Hallas are dancing. Axelrod's mustache sings like an angel.
  406. John Belushi and Harold Washington are swimming in the river. Their bodies bleed together in the dark murk of the water. FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.
  407. I look out the window and the Hancock and the Sears reach out and kiss each other tenderly. My fucking tears taste like celery salt.
  408. The stars are red and the sky is striped with blue. I baptize myself in the lake's frigid waters. I AM REFUCKINGBORN.
  409. Where the fuck am I? What the fuck happened last night? And why the fuck am I wearing nothing but Payton's retired jersey?
  410. I'm on a roof. All I see up here with me is the head of Benny the Bull and about 700 motherfucking Brady for Gov yard signs. Uh... help?
  411. OK, I'm on the roof if the museum of science and industry. Axelrod's got a ladder set up. Fucking christ, I've gotta lay off the sugar.
  412. I would rather wet my ballsack and stick it to a frozen fucking flagpole than vote for Quinn and Alexi tomorrow. But I am anyway.
  413. I know that's not a ringing fucking endorsement, but seriously: they're both as dumb as a sack of cocks. But the other guys are dumber.
  414. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  415. @Calamity_Meg Fucking vote or fucking shut your shit-hole.
  416. Claypool actually seems like a smart motherfucker. Or maybe it's just that Berrios makes me vomit into my fucking mouth whenever I see him.
  417. Just voted. Yep, that felt just as shitty as I thought it would. Ah, motherfucking democracy.
  418. Alexi just called to thank me, except it came out sounding like "Tankoo f'ya vode." I get dumber every time I talk with that motherfucker.
  419. Brian LoCicero
    Hey @MayorEmanuel, what say you to this? RT @NBCChicago: Voters Say 'Hell No' to Emanuel's Petitioners https://bit.ly/bXMB3B
  420. @duey23 I say have fun with Mayor motherfucking Hendon then.
  421. Axelrod and I are debating whether it makes more sense to get drunk now or wait until West Coast polls close. Fuck it. Now.
  422. I present to you the new motherfucking Congressperson from Kentucky, Rand Paul. And people wondered why I got out when I did.
  423. Holy motherfucking Jesus fucking Christ, we do not have anywhere near enough alcohol to get us through this fucking night.
  424. You know, it's really not that the Republicans are going to win tonight, it's that the ones that will are all motherfucking crazy.
  425. Chet Farley
    .@MayorEmanuel whoops, he's a motherfucking senator. Watch your head, his supporters wear boots!
  426. @chetFarley jesus-fuck I need to drink more before I can process that sentence.
  427. Axelrod is insisting that Paul is a Senator, not a congressperson. I'm insisting that her pour me another dozen drinks before I accept it.
  428. You know shit is bad when your highlight reel has to include a guy who won against a motherfucking anti-masturbation ass-crazy witch.
  429. The New Democratic Party: We can beat the shit out of wrestlers and witches. Regular old nutjobs? Not so fucking much.
  430. Wins in Connecticut, Delaware, and West Virginia. Someone want to chalk one up in a motherfucking state that motherfucking counts?
  431. Fax from Plouffe is coming in now. It just reads "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU..." I'm assuming a C-K will come in eventually.
  432. Axelrod just went out to get more beer and about 75 fuck-it buckets of chicken. This night calls for a good old-fashioned deep-fry wallow.
  433. That Rand Paul speech almost made me choke on my own motherfucking vomit. Six years of that asshole. Six fucking years.
  434. Scott Smith
    And Berrios! Jesus. I am about to challenge @MayorEmanuel to a scotch speed-drinking contest.
  435. @ourmaninchicago get in fucking line. Currently in a drinking contest with the whole motherfucking world, apparently.
  436. Contemplating snapping my cock in a mousetrap. Has to be better than the rest of these fucking results.
  437. Yep, it was. Might need a motherfucking band-aid though.
  438. How is it that motherfucking Colorado is emerging as the most sane fucking state in the union?
  439. Lou
    @MayorEmanuel If you want to direct your ire, I'd go for the Greens.
  440. @penwhen Go after a party that doesn't even fucking matter, while my own party just wallows in their own mediocrity? Dumb fucking advice.
  441. I know it's great if Alexi wins, but seriously: We'll all have to stare at his dumb fucking face for the next six years.
  442. Making a call to Feingold, trying to get that asshole over here to drink with me and Axelrod. What the fuck else does he have to do now?
  443. Stacey Burns
    How many people is @MayorEmanuel following? Fucking ZERO, that's how many.
  444. @WentRogue why the fuck would I want to follow any of you fucking cock-stomps?
  445. Seriously Russ, it shouldn't have been motherfucking you.
  446. Jesus fucking christ, I can't fucking take it. Axelrod switched over to re-runs of Night Court, and I'm not changing it back.
  447. Just interrupted Night Court to say the Dems will lose the House. Hope the next interruption is to tell me that the night is fucking dark.
  448. If that crazy fucking motherfucking fucking Sharron fucking Angle fucking wins, I'm fucking done with motherfucking democracy.
  449. Hey Meg Whitman, you can buy anything, but you can't buy motherfucking backbone.
  450. Feingold just got here. That motherfucker is seriously a bad place. But things are looking up: "Hey, is that Night Court? Awesome."
  451. You know, I'd feel a lot better about the Democrats retaining the goddamn Senate if they'd all pull their fucking fists out of their asses.
  452. I'm just going to say it right now: The Boehner/boner jokes are too fucking easy. Motherfucking amateur motherfucking hour.
  453. Shit motherfucking fuck shitting shit fuckers. Fucking shitbagging tea shitters. Fuck fucking fuck motherfuck. Shit shitting shittingshit
  454. Alexi was a dumb fucking sack of shit. But he was OUR dumb fucking sack of shit.
  455. So it comes down to hoping that Harry fucking Reid pull off Nevada? Is there a Chicago on some tropical fucking island I can be mayor of?
  456. Congratulations on the win Harry, you colossally boring, old fucking man.
  457. Feingold passed out. I tucked his jacket around him and am letting the sad motherfucker sleep. Dream the dreams of the righteous, Russ.
  458. Me? I'm up all night. This Night Court thing turned out to be a motherfucking MARATHON. Oh Bull, you gentle fucking giant, hold us all.
  459. Holy fucking shit-bags. Can we get a motherfucking do-over on yesterday?
  460. Carl the intern has just been sent on the mother of all coffee runs. There's going to be a world fucking shortage when he's done.
  461. Feingold just woke up. Not entirely clear he remembers what happened last night. I'm certainly not going to fucking tell him.
  462. Jen Levine-Fried
    @MayorEmanuel Have you considered chocolate?
  463. @jlfmama did you really just fucking ask me if I've considered chocolate? I'm a grown fucking man. I 'consider' chocolate all the time.
  464. You know what's fucking awesome? The fact that I'm not in motherfucking Washington anymore. Jesus fucking christ. Have fun, assholes.
  465. Jen Levine-Fried
    @MayorEmanuel Sen. Feingold might appreciate it. You know...to give him the warm fuzzies, like in Harry Potter?
  466. @jlfmama Harry Potter? Jesus fucking christ. Stick this on your broom and fucking ride it.
  467. Sam Husseini
    @MayorEmanuel yes. That last one - not in wash - got emanuels post election position right.
  468. @samhusseini What the fuck, are you fact-checking this bullshit? Get PolitiFact on the horn--some fucking fake account said something!
  469. Axelrod cleared all the newspapers, so Feingold still doesn't know. Current plan is to convince him he's fucking stuck, Groundhog Day style.
  470. @Cals400 Last I checked, Chicago was about 2,000 miles away from San Francisco. Outta my jurisdiction, thank fucking god.
  471. Filled the bathtub with coffee. About to dunk my motherfucking head in it.
  472. Downside to this Groundhog Day plan with Feingold: Axelrod's sweater really fucking smells on day three.
  473. Shit--who knew Russ knew how to use a computer? Now he's fucking bawling again.
  474. Off to the airport to head to LA for Ari's fundraiser. I know he's my brother, but he fucking terrifies me.
  475. Ari met me at LAX wearing nothing but a chinchilla coat. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, grinning. No I'm fucking not.
  476. Ry Rivard
    @MayorEmanuel He was wearing fur in L.A.? It's 97 degrees. What is a matter with him?
  477. @ryrivard don't get me motherfucking started.
  478. Ari drives his Telsa about five miles an hour. And whistles at every women we pass. My back fucking hurts from slumping in my seat.
  479. Max Ellithorpe
    @MayorEmanuel why so few updates today? :(
  480. @maxellithorpe uh, flying in a motherfucking airplane from motherfucking ORD to LAX will do that to you.
  481. "Oh, it's motherfucking on now, you fucking motherfuckers!" That's Ari, shouting from the balcony, before jumping into the pool below.
  482. Max Ellithorpe
    @MayorEmanuel oh yeah? nothing about oprah? nothing about the new fleece blanket they gave you onboard? did you tell it like it was?
  483. @maxellithorpe I get on an airplane and you know what I do? I motherfucking fall asleep. Takes a fucking flight attended to wake me up.
  484. David Geffen keeps egging him on. Geffen, by the way, travels with a pack of tiny fucking dogs. There are like 40 of them here.
  485. Ari has a midget walking around with a bowl strapped to his head for people to put money in. "He's your donation munchkin!!" Fuck.
  486. When the midget walked in, I said "Ari, no." And he said, "Look, you fucking piece of shit, at least it's not a coke mirror on his head."
  487. Kid Rock just showed up. I feel giddy like a motherfucking schoolgirl.
  488. Bob Iger just showed up just wearing a little leather pouch over his cock. Ari says that's how he's always dressed when he's not at Disney.
  489. You know who's fucking classy? Meryl motherfucking Streep. She didn't show, but she sent a really nice card. And $10k.
  490. Kid Rock and Geffen got into a fistfight. Crashed through the french doors, off the balcony and into the pool. His dogs are jumping in too.
  491. Seriously there are like 70 fucking tiny dogs freaking the fuck out in the pool. Donation munchkin is trying to fish them out. There he goes
  492. So now my fucking money is floating in the pool, while a midget, 80 tiny dogs, David fucking Geffen and Kid Rock splash around.
  493. Jesus fucking christ this is a fucking disaster. I should have just stayed shaking hands at your motherfucking L station.
  494. Iger seems to have "lost" his cock-pouch. Just fucking perfect.
  495. You know who's awesome? Geffen's boyfriend. Walked over, handed me a beer, and said, "Welcome to motherfucking LA. Get out while you can."
  496. "Wake the fuck up, you stupid fucking shitbag." Yeah, good morning to you too, Ari. I can not wait to catch the plane home.
  497. Kid Rock is passed out on a lawn chair and they're still pulling Geffen's dogs out of the pool filter. But I made 500k. Good fucking haul.
  498. Three things LA has that Chicago doesn't: 1) warmth 2) a shit-ton of rich assholes willing to give me money 3) taco trucks.
  499. One thing Chicago has that LA doesn't: a fucking soul. Let's head motherfucking home.
  500. Michael Harty
    @MayorEmanuel I have to know where that picture possibly came from??
  501. @MPH777 from a motherfucking camera
  502. When I beat you, I'm not sitting down to dinner with you afterwards. I'm not having a fucking beer. When I beat you, you stay fucking beat.
  503. Fuck you, Chicago, it's motherfucking Friday motherfucking night. Time to go the fuck home.
  504. Whoever called this motherfucking Saturday morning meeting is a motherfucking dead man.
  505. Redheadedgirl
    Who's fucking hangover did I get? @MayorEmanuel, is this yours? Can you fucking take it back, please?
  506. @redheadedgirl motherfucking finders motherfucking keepers
  507. Fuck you, Daylight Savings Time, fuck you right in your stupid fucking sun orbit.
  508. You know what's cute? That Chico thinks he has a fucking chance. Awwwww.
  509. I'd be more excited about this bears win if the experience of watching them didn't feel like stuffing a Q- tip up my fucking urethra.
  510. Fucking motherfucking fuck-loving coffee.
  511. Today's strategy session: Do we actually pretend that Davis and Chico matter, or do we just not give a fuck?
  512. Bill Wetzel
    @mayoremanuel You're awesome. I'd like to interview you for a column. You crack me up. If interested email me: billthebutcher2@hotmail.com
  513. @billthebutcher2 like I'm going to do press for your two-bit motherfucking blog.
  514. Fuck you, winter! It's motherfucking incredible outside!
  515. I know I'm supposed to be shaking hands at some fucking factory, but fuck it: Me and Axelrod are heading to the Oak Street Beach. You in?
  516. In a few weeks, you're going to be cock-deep in snow. Fuck your job and come to the motherfucking beach, you assholes.
  517. Axelrod in a Speedo is a motherfucking magnificent sight.
  518. Gordon Wright
    @immerito Agreed. Maintain resolve. Don't be weakened by the enticements of @MayorEmanuel and his ilk.
  519. @gwmusic @immerito Get off your fucking fat asses and hit the motherfucking beach. The fucking winter will fuck you either way.
  520. Standing knee-deep in this fucking water, feeling the sun in my face. If someone hands me a taco al pastor, I'd be happy to fucking die here
  521. If this weather holds up, I'll use my political capital in DC to change November to Nofuckingvember! With the fucking exclamation point.
  522. Kites, people. Look at this fucking weather. Today it's motherfucking kites.
  523. Seriously, Axelrod and I are heading to Montrose fucking Harbor. I'll be flying the giant fucking pirate ship. Axelrod's got Hello Kitty.
  524. Electra
    @MayorEmanuel My man and I ate a fuck-it bucket of chicken last night. You are an inspiration to us all.
  525. @ElectraQ101 I do what I motherfucking can.
  526. When Axelrod pulled up in his Civic, he was still in his fucking Speedo. "It just feels right." Fuck yes.
  527. I just want to bend this weather over and fuck it until it hurts.
  528. And you know what? You do to. NOFUCKINGVEMBER!
  529. Text from Plouffe: "Vacation's over, ass-wipes. Back to work tomorrow." Axelrod just mooned my phone.
  530. HuffPost Chicago
    @mayoremanuel Any choice words for your tenant / possible mayoral challenger? https://huff.to/bQnI6H
  531. @HuffPostChicago no motherfucking comment.
  532. @HuffPostChicago actually, I do have a fucking comment: it's a non-fucking story. A fucking publicity stunt by marginalized ward assholes.
  533. Samantha
    @mayoremanuel Gee, how nice of you to finally tell us why you're here. I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. https://bit.ly/dw2fHZ
  534. @SamAbernethy I said that we didn't need to fucking worry about it, but Plouffe insisted.
  535. Samantha
    @MayorEmanuel Yeah, well I had fucking plans on Saturday and now you're fucking ruining them. So tell Plouffe to shove it up his v-hole.
  536. @SamAbernethy I am so fucking far ahead of you on that one it's not even motherfucking funny.
  537. As punishment for taking the last two days off, Plouffe just faxed over a press release: I'm announcing on a fucking Saturday. Fuck me.
  538. I faxed him back a picture of my cock. Fuck this motherfucking Saturday bullshit.
  539. Dan Lambert
    @MayorEmanuel I saw you coming out of @RockitChicago a few weeks ago. Are you and Billy Dec BFFs now?
  540. @DanLambert22 sometimes you send a shitbox via the post office, and sometimes you deliver them in person. It was a motherfucking special one
  541. Motherfucking cock-bowling shit-cleaners. Where is that fuck-crying qqcoffee?
  542. Fuck, I'm so fucking tired that I can't even motherfucking typ.
  543. You know what's wrong with motherfucking John Kass besides fucking everything? That he actually thinks that "Rahmfather" shit is clever.
  544. Seriously, that guy needs to shut his talentless fucking trap before he wakes up one morning to find his hairplugs stuffed up his piss hole
  545. Plouffe faxed the schedule. I'm heading to some Internet company today. Like we're going to save the fucking economy with 50% off spa days.
  546. Ellen Malloy
    @MayorEmanuel Fake Rahm, you owe me a new keyboard for this morning's tweet. Please ensure it is in the city budget upon your coronation.
  547. @EllenMalloy fuck you and your fucking keyboard
  548. Been on this Groupon tour for 20 minutes wondering why the fuck a 12-year-old is leading it. Turns out he's their CEO.
  549. Apparently we're saving the fucking city by thwarting child labor laws. I swear there's nobody in this building above the age of 13.
  550. Seriously, can someone offer these guys 50% off employees that can grow fucking pubic hair?
  551. Axelrod has been playing foosball while I've been dragged on this motherfucking tour. How many computers do I have to stand and look at?
  552. That said, I've gotten 50% off so many motherfucking manicures that my cuticles are going to motherfucking blind you.
  553. Hey Chico and Davis, I got you a Fuckyoupon: 50% off getting out of this race with your dick still stitched on.
  554. Fax from Plouffe: Alexi's considering making a run for mayor. That's what we need: more motherfucking losers in this race.
  555. I swear to fucking god, Alexi enters the race and I will break my dick off and fuck him in his motherfucking exposed pores.
  556. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  557. @GrapesofLife Like there is any fucking chance of that in this universe or any fucking other.
  558. I would rather debate my own fucking ballsack than have to stand at a podium across from Alexi and listen to his dumb fucking mouth.
  559. Hey Alexi, I picked up a Fuckyoupon for you too: 75% off your worst motherfucking nightmare.
  560. chris cieslak
    @MayorEmanuel I've had that debate and it's way tougher than you might think.
  561. @cieslak I'm not suggesting it because it's motherfucking EASY you fucking twat-cram.
  562. Seriously, the thought of Alexi motherfucking Giannoulias entering this goddamn race makes me feel like my fucking brain is on fire.
  563. I motherfucking need some motherfucking coffee poured down my motherfucking gullet right motherfucking now.
  564. Strategy session for tomorrow: Axelrod says, "Why the fuck do you think I'm here, you fucking shitbags." Is "too strong" of an opener.
  565. Plouffe's on speaker. Says I should look " fresh faced." If that asshole ever comes to Chicago, I'm going to stick my ballsack in his eye.
  566. Axelrod also says no to, "I'm not here because I like you fucking twat-warts, I'm here to be your mayor."
  567. Touring some fucking T- shirt company today. T-shirts and coupons? This city is so fucking motherfucking fucked.
  568. Seriously, this city used to build things. Now we're just assholes with novelty t-shirts. I'm with motherfucking stupid.
  569. Axelrod's excited though: "I want the one of the cookie drinking a glass of milk."
  570. Daniel X. O'Neil
    Hey @MayorEmanuel I'll give you a dollar if you follow me on Twitter.
  571. @juggernautco why the fuck would I fucking follow any of you assholes?
  572. For the next hour I'm going to be staring blankly at T-shirts pretending like I give a fuck.
  573. Yeah, it really is just a giant fucking pile of T-shirts. Axelrod is wearing about half of them at this point.
  574. Axelrod: "Do you have any shirts with wolves on them?" That fucking guy is obsessed with wolves.
  575. Daniel X. O'Neil
    @MayorEmanuel um, so you can get a dollar?
  576. @juggernautco Penny Pritzker calls me regularly. I don't need your fucking dollar.
  577. Ale
    @MayorEmanuel don't complain.. he could be obsessed with Twilight instead.
  578. @aliasvaughn don't even get me motherfucking started.
  579. Can't pull Axelrod away from this fucking ping-pong table. Maybe I need to leave a trail of T-shirts leading out the door, breadcrumb style.
  580. I see Alexi got that Fuckyoupon I sent over. Mason was right: the real profit is when they don't redeem them.
  581. Samantha
    Whoa, @mayoremanuel is 50. I didn't think he was that old. He must sleep in a tupperware container to stay fresh.
  582. @SamAbernethy seething hate does wonders for the skin.
  583. Finally got Axelrod away from the ping-pong. Never need to look at another motherfucking T-shirt again.
  584. Action Items: (1) fucking (2) finally (3) it's fucking (4) motherfucking (5) Friday (6) fucking (7) night
  585. Jesus motherfucking Christ, this goddamn Saturday morning announcement is going to motherfucking kill me. COFFEE.
  586. The only thing that's going to get me through this is knowing that when I shake your hand, mine is covered in cock sweat.
  587. We were supposed to do this at 10, but its going to take a motherfucking hour to navigate through all these fucking baby strollers. Go home
  588. Thank fucking god: Axelrod slipped me a couple fucking shots just now. Here goes motherfucking nothing.
  589. Speech preview: I've spent these last weeks listening to your problems. And gone home every fucking night and poured bleach in my ears.
  590. Who the fuck are these people talking right now? Am I at the wrong fucking event?
  591. My god, it's like I'm at a convention of the saddest fucking people in Chicago.
  592. Speech preview: Despite all of you, I still want to be the motherfucking mayor.
  593. Christ- sucking cock-holes, that was 45 minutes I will never, fucking ever, get back.
  594. And now I have to stand around kissing all of your fucking asses while the weather turns from shitty to motherfucking miserable. Fuck this.
  595. Sharna Marcus
    @MayorEmanuel why are so many aldermen opposed to you being mayor?
  596. @scarpetablog because they're all fucking assholes?
  597. Axelrod and I are heading over for a celebratory meal at Superdawg. I am going to eat the living shit out of a motherfucking Whoopskidawg.
  598. Sleeping motherfucking in today. No more listening tour for you assholes means more sleep for me. Fuck yes.
  599. Picked up a Fuckyoupon for Meeks this weekend: 50% off nobody gives a fuck.
  600. Axelrod's Civic broke an axle on the way to file our petitions today, so Carl the Intern had to steal a cart from Jewel and walk 'em.
  601. Meanwhile, we're over at the Grease Monkey trying not to get completely fucked on the axle replacement.
  602. What the fucking fuck is a "constant velocity joint" and can we get by without one?
  603. Before he wheeled off with our petitions, I gave Carl head-fake lessons. Chico is about to get the head-faking of a fucking lifetime.
  604. Axelrod's Civic already gets by without a passenger-side windows or radio. Does it really need a differential seal?
  605. TryingToBeFunny
    @MayorEmanuel It's the part on your car that is specifically designed to wear out early and costs way too much to fix.
  606. @VinnyVanHogh fucking fuck me.
  607. Carl just called Axelrod's Razr: Cart tipped over on Washington, most of the petitions ended up in the street. Not my fucking day.
  608. Carl says he got most of the petitions and that they're "mostly just muddy." At least that'll cover the coffee I spilled on them.
  609. Shit is so fucking motherfucking fucked that I keep fucking forgetting to fucking swear. Fuck.
  610. Dylan Richard
    @MayorEmanuel cv joints keep your wheels at the right speed when the car turns, also transmit power from trans to wheels. You need them.
  611. @detour1999 Jesus motherfucking Christ.
  612. Mike Yax
    What do you think about this? @MayorEmanuel RT @nytimes For Emanuel, Obstacles in Path to Chicago Mayor https://nyti.ms/aDnMvP
  613. @DeclanMellor if they're talking about the pothole on Clyborn, then they're right fucking on.
  614. Finally getting Axelrod's out of the shop. Motherfuck. Carl says Mosley-Braun was crowing about having the most signatures. Fuck her.
  615. All Mosley-Braun's signatures and two bucks will buy her a Coke. No idea how much it'd cost her to buy a fucking clue.
  616. Kathy M.
    @MayorEmanuel If you're going to bash someone, at least spell her name right. Moseley-Braun.
  617. @semibold if it was 1993, I'd totally give a fuck.
  618. Holy fucking Jesus fuck. Where the fucking fuck is the motherfucking coffee?
  619. When I was a dancer, I learned the phrase "mutually assured destruction." Meeks, Davis, and Braun should fucking look it up.
  620. Been driving with the Teamsters all day. Pulled up to Chico's house in a big rig and blew on the horn. Beep beep, motherfucker!
  621. Fox Chicago News
    @mayoremanuel Salon says you're one of the sexiest men alive: https://bit.ly/c44lYx
  622. @foxchicago Salon's always had good taste. Unlike, say, a motherfucking local Fox News outpost. Go fuck yourselves in the Rupert Murdoch.
  623. Another thing about the Teamsters: You have not eaten a sandwich until you have eaten a motherfucking Teamster sandwich.
  624. Aaron Andersen
    @MayorEmanuel Good job. You made the same sexy men list as Zach Galifianakis. Stellar work.
  625. @aaronmandersen I'm supposed to know who the fucking fuck that is?
  626. Marc Geelhoed
    @MayorEmanuel Try this on: "Wasn't Teamster Sandwich some Andersonville lesbian bar?" You know you need a fast jokewriter.
  627. @marcgeelhoed Tell me if you meet one, because clearly you're not the motherfucking guy for the job. Jesus fucking christ. Lesbian jokes?
  628. Hanging with Teamsters is like hanging with high school kids, but with mustaches. You just eat, drink, and fucking drive around.
  629. Marc Geelhoed
    @MayorEmanuel When did you grow a conscience?
  630. @marcgeelhoed Conscience? It's just that 1985 wanted its joke back, you stupid fucking motherfucker.
  631. Axelrod and this Teamster named Bruno are in the mother of all pizza eating contests. Fucking I kid you not: we're in hour three.
  632. Axelrod's been puking most of the night. The price of motherfucking victory.
  633. Hanging out with beat cops today, as my motherfucking Chicago mustache tour continues. Tomorrow: cartoon Italian plumbers
  634. He keeps this residency shit up, and I'm going to cram my motherfucking mortgage documents right up Ed Burke's pockmarked ass.
  635. I'm not saying Daley's a bad guy, but his new budget just fucked you in the ass without even saying please.
  636. Next parking meter box you see, whip your cock out and fuck the coin return. Coin-slot-sex is the only thing you'll see from the meter deal.
  637. I mean really, how the fuck do you fucking twat-up a hundred-year lease deal? Just a few coins motherfucking left over? Fuck this shit.
  638. So now we're all running to be mayor of a city that's so fucking motherfucking broke, we'll all be selling plasma to fund the schools. Fuck.
  639. Staffing up with a new intern, who just walked in with motherfucking tea. Hey what's-your-fuck, you're out.
  640. Axelrod's already getting his motherfucking Hagrid costume together for the Deathly Hallows opening tomorrow.
  641. I keep telling Axelrod that I'm going as Gandalf. He's getting so fucking mad I think his mustache might fall off.
  642. Strategy session, and every motherfucking suggestion from Axelrod involves a fucking Harry Potter reference.
  643. Fuck: "Let's cast lumos on the budget situation."
  644. Motherfuck: "Let's use Stupefy on Chico."
  645. I know it's only 8:30, but I need a motherfucking drink.
  646. Axelrod spent most of the 2:30 meeting "getting all of you up to speed on the Harry Potter franchise." Can it fucking be midnight yet?
  647. 3/4 of the way through his retelling, he started crying because Dumbledore was killed. And he hasn't fucking stopped bawling since.
  648. I swear, by the end of this day, I may just stuff this motherfucking wand in my motherfucking ear hole.
  649. This line is fucking long and fucking cold. And this fucking wizard's cloak is not magically fucking warm.
  650. Jesus motherfucking Christ, I have a hangover the size of fucking Hogwarts.
  651. Meeks, you keep pushing this residency bullshit and I will cram your cross so far up your ass, it'll take three days just to fucking find it
  652. I will admit that I'm a resident of Theothermotherfuckersaremotherfuckingdisasters-ville.
  653. And I own a timeshare in the great city of Fuckyouton.
  654. The first fucking person to file a suit over my residency is going to find my foot taking up residency inside their sphincter.
  655. Fuck you all of you motherfuckers in the motherfucking asshole, it's finally motherfucking Friday night.
  656. Aaron Andersen
    @MayorEmanuel After 7 hours of silence, that's the best you got?
  657. @aaronmandersen you spend seven hours with Axelrod dressed as Hagrid and tell me if you can do any fucking better.
  658. Axelrod is off at his sixth screening of Deathly Hallows but Penny Pritzker's bringing over a diamond-encrusted bucket of chicken. Fuck yes.
  659. Penny also brought over four cans of Four Lokos and is offering me $100k for each one I drink. Easy fucking money.
  660. Sho thag for logos shtit aignt sho fuctink touf
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  662. Motherfucking fucking fuck fuckers.
  663. The decision to only use one endzone in this fucking NU game was made by fucking cocktards. Dumbest fucking game ever.
  664. Going over Thanksgiving plans with Axelrod today. He's saying Harold's, I'm saying Popeye's. Fucking fuck.
  665. Jesus motherfucking Christ, could it be any more gray and fucking miserable outside? Fuck this shit: stay in.
  666. Carl has hooked up the motherfucking coffee IV, so I might be able to overcome this fucking gray fucking day.
  667. I hope this motherfucking monsoon floods the shit out of my former house. Learn to swim, you piece of shit.
  668. I pissed myself laughing at the idea of a motherfucking "Draft Burris Movement." I may vote for that fuck, so he at least gets one.
  669. Personally, I see this as a three-way race now: Me, M. Tricia Lee, and all the other sorry fucking assholes.
  670. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  671. @dannyyadron Carl the Intern says call him on his cell, you stupid motherfucker.
  672. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  673. @dannyyadron Oh, no problem: 773-382-5968. Check the keypad, asshole.
  674. I just keep looking at this motherfucking list of candidates and thinking how they all ended up fucking circus clowns.
  675. Holy Jesus fuck, Carl the Intern forgot to pay the heating bill, so we're all fucking huddled around a goddamn hot pot right now.
  676. Trying to squeeze out shits that look like Turkey legs to bring to Chico's potluck.
  677. Hey Chico, I would rather be endorsed by Ed Burke's cum rag than anyone connected with the motherfucking Chicago Public Schools.
  678. During the NOLA mayor's race, candidates didn't try to get Hurricane Katrina's motherfucking endorsement. But fucking CPS is OK?
  679. Axelrod just walked in looking like the motherfucking Deerhunter. Looked me dead in the eye and said, "We bag a bird tomorrow."
  680. On the way to Wisconsin with Axelrod and Carl the Intern to kill a turkey. Carl's crying. Fucking vegetarians.
  681. Jesus fucking Christ, Kenosha Wisconsin is a place I never need to go again in my motherfucking life.
  682. Axelrod's been driving this whole time with a knife clenched between his teeth, like he's some kind of motherfucking pirate.
  683. Details, details: The knife, it turns out, is the only tool Axelrod brought for the hunt. He's chasing birds around a field, knife raised.
  684. Holy fuck, he got one! Now he's standing there yelling "BATHE IN THE BLOOD OF THE BIRD!"
  685. There is so much more blood in a turkey than you'd think. Jesus fucking Christ.
  686. Axelrod, me, Carl, and the Civic are completely covered in blood. If we get pulled over, this could get motherfucking ugly.
  687. Plouffe just faxed over the menu for tomorrow. Turns out we picked up the wrong fucking stuffing. Motherfuck.
  688. There are 100,000 fucking assholes crammed into this Domincks. Get me my stuffing or I'll give you something to be fucking thankfull for.
  689. They are out of motherfucking stuffing. Fuck every single one of you fucking goddamn motherfuckers right in your fucking face.
  690. Fucking Ari: "Hey you asshole, I heard you bagged a bird. I'm sending my jet your way. Turkey day in LAā€”Pants fucking optional."
  691. Sarah Palin
    @mayoremanuel: Happy Thanksgiving or whatever the proper greeting is for Jews!
  692. @Sarah_Palin_USA fuck you and your fucking fake account.
  693. "Happy fucking Thanksgiving, you motherfucking ass-hats." That's Ari, greeting us at the limo pulled up to his house.
  694. I've spent most of the day chasing Geffen's dogs around the goddamn house. They keep jumping up and grabbing shit off the counters.
  695. For dinner tonight, we've got Ari, Geffen & boyfriend, Me, Axelrod, Carl the Intern, Carol Burnett, Harrison fucking Ford, and Kayne West.
  696. Carol's been drinking for like five hours now, and Harrison's been sulking in a corner for some fucking reason.
  697. Dinner was supposed to start an hour ago. I swear to god, I'm going to just start gnawing off my own fucking arm.
  698. We're late because Carl the Intern was playing football with Geffen's boyfriend and knocked over the fucking turkey deep fryer on a play.
  699. Carol keeps hitting on David Geffen and nobody has the heart to tell her she'd have a better shot at a bowl of cranberry sauce.
  700. Kanye keeps bragging that his green bean casserole will "knock you on your ass."
  701. This whole fucking dinner is a goddamn waiting game on Axelrod and his motherfucking deep friend turkey. Any fucking time now.
  702. becks
    @MayorEmanuel Harrison's a doofus.
  703. @becks58 He certainly seems that way. I tried to talk to him about his work in "K-19: The Widowmaker," and he just said "fuck off."
  704. Terry Peppers
    @MayorEmanuel Axelrod is friends with his turkey? What the fuck kind of dinner are you having?!
  705. @club_is_open Who the fuck died and made you the motherfucking dictionary? Excuse a fucking typo once and a while, ass-clown.
  706. Fuck this. Me and Carol and Kanye are off to find a motherfucking taco truck.
  707. Carol Burnett's ordering tacos for the three of us--combo of Cabeza, Tripa, and Buche. She fucking calls it "The Hot Mess."
  708. Sitting on a curb with Kanye West, Carol Burnett, a pile of tacos and a bottle of Hennessy. Happy motherfucking Thanksgiving.
  709. Stayed out all night with Carol and Kanye, just walking the fuck around. Now we're hitting the stores. BLACK FUCKING FRIDAY!!!
  710. Holy fuck, Carol got the greatest deal on a back massager I have ever fucking seen in my life.
  711. And Kanye got like fucking 80% off an amazing fucking set of bathroom towels. Bed Bath & Beyond FTMFW.
  712. Got back to Ari's with my rental Yaris stuffed with half-price DVDs and Axelrod's standing there: "Your residency is challenged. " Fuck me.
  713. I'm going to watch two DVDs, eat a motherfucking In'n'Out, check out Kanye's dolphin tank, then get on a plane and fight this shit. FUCK.
  714. Jesus fucking Christ, dolphins are motherfucking graceful fucking animals.
  715. Strategy session: Just how fucked are the fucking fucks that are trying to fuck us? Very fucking fucked.
  716. Heading down to heckle Meeks at his church. He wants to fuck where I live, I'll fuck him right back.
  717. Alright, front row, asshole. Motherfucking God me, you stupid motherfucker.
  718. Tracey Harkins
    Someone should tell whoever does the @mayoremanuel tweets to write G-D for God, because that would be better. #JewishLifeYo
  719. @TraceyWithAnE Really? Fucking really? Fuck you and your g-ddamn motherfucking g-d.
  720. Half-hour until it's my motherfucking birthday. You fucking motherfuckers had better have gotten me something fucking nice.
  721. MOTHERFUCKING MIDNIGHT. IT'S MY MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY MOTHERFUCKERS.
  722. Carl the Intern gave me the biggest cup of coffee I've ever seen. It's motherfucking enormous! I'm crying like a baby here.
  723. Fuck yes: Axelrod brought over a stuffed bear holding a "happy birthday" balloon. I named him Peaches.
  724. Fax from Plouffe: "I got you just what you wanted: An election lawyer that would make Jesus piss his fucking robes."
  725. Axelrod keeps telling me there's a "secret birthday surprise" later. It's always motherfucking Chuck E Cheese.
  726. Peter Brown
    @MayorEmanuel hopefully this time its Dave & Busters.
  727. @litescript nah, Axelrod's banned from all the Dave & Busters east of the Rockies.
  728. Also, Axelrod got spinner rims for his Civic and is trying to pass them off as a present for fucking me. "But you'll look awesome."
  729. Leah Jones
    @MayorEmanuel spinner rims are legit hannuka presents and covers him for 4/8 days.
  730. @ChicagoLeah I call bullshit. Combined birthday / hannukah gifts are a fucking rip-off, except the year my parents got me a go-kart.
  731. Meeks, Chico, and Burris have each sent fake residency papers with the note "I got you what you really wanted." Real fucking funny.
  732. Braun just sent flowers though, because she's motherfucking classy.
  733. I'd expect that Davis will get the memo it's my birthday in about six weeks, and issue a statement in three more. Slow motherfucker.
  734. Holy fuck: Axelrod's surprise gift is a bar of Ex Lax and the key to the motherfucking city council chamber.
  735. Between the Ex Lax and these two boxes of Fiber One, I'm going to be able to craft the fucking Burnham Plan of shit.
  736. Birthday: (1) take a shit in the council chambers (2) pick up Penny Pritzker and Samurai Mike Singletary (3) taco pizza at Chuck E Cheese.
  737. Heading over to the city council chambers now. I've got to admit: Axelrod's rims do look motherfucking sweet.
  738. My ass is a brown fountain of motherfucking justice! Best birthday ever!!
  739. Took a while longer to finish up in the City Council than I thought. But I'll tell you this: That shit was a motherfucking masterpiece
  740. As a result, we were late picking up Penny and Samurai Mike. They've been drinking the whole time they were waiting. Fucking amazing.
  741. You haven't fucking lived until you've heard Penny Pritzker do her rendition of the "Samurai Mike" rap from the Super Bowl Shuffle.
  742. Mike Singletary is up on stage with that motherfucking Chuck E Cheese robot mouse. I think Axelrod may choke he's laughing so hard.
  743. This trip to Chuck E Cheese just confirms it: I am the motherfucking king of whack-a-mole!
  744. Driving Lake Shore Drive in Axelrod's Civic, rain coming in the missing window. Penny, Samurai Mike, and I just fucking freestyling. YES.
  745. The clock's tickin, I just count the hours / Stop trippin, I'm trippin off the power / Till then, fuck that--the world's OURS.
  746. Stumbling into bed. Wet, hoarse, happy. Fifty-one is going to be all fucking right.
  747. Post-birthday hangover means that I'm going to make Meeks see motherfucking god for this shit he's pulling with my tenant.
  748. If you are running for mayor of Chicago, do not fuck with me today. I will take this ice pack off my head and chop your fucking dick off
  749. Rob Lekan
    @MayorEmanuel so Braun is safe then?
  750. @Positiveinlife no, I'll chop her fucking dick off too.
  751. lake county democrat
    @MayorEmanuel Wouldn't the real Rahm Emanuel tweet "motherfucking G_d"? I'm starting to suspect that you aren't who you say you are!
  752. @lakecountydem who the fuck died and made you the motherfucking Talmud?
  753. Strategy session: We're going to contest everything up to and including the existence of the motherfucking City of Chicago.
  754. So 21 Chicagoans have filed objections to my candidacy. The other 2,853,093 think I'm fucking amazing. I can live with that.
  755. Fuck this motherfucking snow right in its motherfucking nimbostratus cloud formation.
  756. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  757. @lawstcause who died and made you Tom fucking Skilling?
  758. Axelrod's been standing outside, shovel in hand, for three hours now, like he's Nanook of the fucking North.
  759. I have so much fucking Hannukah shopping to finish. Fuck this motherfucking lunar calendar bullahit.
  760.  
    @MayorEmanuel I would have thought you would be better at skeeball.
  761. @emaufmuth the fucking finger fucks me on Skeeball.
  762. All this "starting at sundown" shit would be a lot fucking easier if sundown wasn't in the middle of the goddamn afternoon.
  763. Jesus fucking Christ, it turns out that Carl the Intern used to hustle kids on the Dreidel back in Hebrew school.
  764. Thanks to him, we're up to our ears in fucking Hannukah gelt.
  765. Holy fucking motherfucking fuck, where the fucking fuck is the motherfucking coffee.
  766. Danny Davis would be a worthy motherfucking opponent if it was 1982.
  767. And Gery Chico would be a threat if we were running for president of the fucking PTA.
  768. And Braun would have a lock if we were competing for placement on a motherfucking Trivial Pursuit card.
  769. New slogan: "It's 2010, this is for mayor, and Trivial Pursuit is for fucking pussies. Vote Emanuel."
  770. Keep me locked in this room with David Hoffman much longer and I'm going to turn into a fucking arsenic-eating lifeform too.
  771. Seriously, there is a reason this guy lost to dumb-fucking Alexi. And that reason is he is a motherfucking painfully boring motherfucker.
  772. Seriously I just look at that motherfucker and I get sleepy. They should stand him outside mattress stores. Make a fucking fortune.
  773. Sure, he's a fucking stand-up guy, and I'm fucking glad he's on ou... zzzzzzzzzzzzz
  774. Jesus fucking Christ, I almost burnt the motherfucking house down lighting that second candle.
  775. Chris Fidis
    @MayorEmanuel - Never use the lords name in vein!!! Before spewing out the words you just spoke on your tweet would you say this in church?
  776. @ChrisFidis not my lord, asshole.
  777. Chris Fidis
    @MayorEmanuel For you to respond as such you exhibit NO CLASS! You should be ashamed to represent chicago constituents. #CBS #ABC #NBC #CNN
  778. @ChrisFidis uh, you realize that you're talking to a fake account, right? Move along, dumbass.
  779. Motherfuck! The! Sleep! Of! Hoffman! Is! The! Greatest! Sleep! Of! All! Motherfucking! Time! Hoff! Me! Again! Motherfucker!
  780. You know what's just fucking adorable? That Ed Burke still thinks he fucking matters.
  781. Axelrod just ripped the bumper off his Civic trying to attach a fucking plow to it. "Just trying to be prepared."
  782. What are you waiting for? Motherfuck every fucking thing, it's Friday fucking night! No snow yet, you assholes get out there!
  783. Fuck this snow. Fuck this snow. Fuck this motherfucking snow.
  784. I'm out here fucking shoveling this shit myself because Axelrod has been fucking catatonic since he heard motherfucking Ron Santo died.
  785. John
    @MayorEmanuel Yeah, but if you're Mayor you better keep snow off the streets-- or get fired like Mayor Byrne
  786. @Jankowski60 hey dumbshit, it was Bilandic not motherfucking Byrne. Get your shit straight, asshole.
  787. Worst fucking part is that I'm out here in fucking wingtips because my motherfucking boots are in the attic of my fucking rented house.
  788. My feet are so fucking numb that I'm considering setting them on fucking fire.
  789. Also, Carl the Intern won't make me a hot cocoa because he's sitting shiva with Axelrod over Santo. Fuck me.
  790. Axelrod's outside with a chainsaw carving a motherfucking Ron Santo ice sculpture right now.
  791. Dug out Axelrod's Civic to go buy some boots. Put fucking five lawn chairs and an old ironing board in the spot.
  792. We drove by Chico's house and I pissed "Fuck you you fucking motherfucker" in the snow.
  793. Motherfucking coffee fucking commence!
  794. Standing in front of City Hall, giving the fucking double birds to all these dumb fucks walking into the Board of Election office.
  795. Elizabeth Edwards was fucking classy--too bad her husband was such a fucking douche-cock. And also about the cancer.
  796. Holy fuck, it's motherfucking cold as motherfucking shit outside.
  797. So my tenant isn't running for mayor after all. What a fucking motherfucking shock.
  798. It warms my asshole to see dumb motherfuckers get kicked off the ballot.
  799. H
    @MayorEmanuel did you dibs your shoveled out parking space this weekend
  800. @pigeonspotting it's not my fucking job to catch you up on tweets you didn't fucking read.
  801. I would rather hang out with Elizabeth Edwards' corpse than have to go to one of these motherfucking "mayoral forums"
  802. Too motherfucking soon?
  803. But really, these fucking candidate forums looking absolutely motherfucking awful.
  804. I would rather stick my dick to a frozen fucking flagpole than answer another motherfucking residency question.
  805. Axelrod has replaced all his Santo candles with Elizabeth candles. Rough fucking week for that guy.
  806. Stephen Marino
    @MayorEmanuel Tell Axelrod to shave that 'stache. 1978 is long over, and he looks like a pedophile.
  807. @marinos fuck you. Lose the mustache and you lose the man.
  808. Axelrod's taking his heartbreak out in ice sculpture: joining Santo is Elizabeth Edwards, a unicorn, and a fucking sweet T-Rex.
  809. Also, he's got a fucking knitted mustache pouch to keep his 'stache warm.
  810. Spending the last night of Hannukah with David Hoffman. It might be Yom fucking Kippur by the time he gets all eight candles lit.
  811. Jesus fucking Christ, I'm really hoping this liquor I've got can last for eight fucking days, because I may be trapped here that long.
  812. At this point, I'm holding my hand above the menorah, just to feel something.
  813. Hoffman finally got the final candle lit. That guy sure does know a lot about the motherfucking Maccabees. Fuck me.
  814. Strategy session for residency hearing: Axelrod says no to pulling my cock out and asking, "You want this shit Chicago style?"
  815. Mario M.
    @MayorEmanuel You mean boiled, with all the workings on it, and never any ketchup?
  816. @caribbeanscot the fucking fuck is "workings"?
  817. He also says no to pulling down my pants, spreading my cheeks and saying "Eat my motherfucking deep dish."
  818. Fuck you, you motherfucking Senatorial fuck-asses.
  819. Getting ready for the residency hearing tomorrow by drinking every motherfucking thing in the kitchen. Up next: Baileys and dish soap.
  820. Motherfucking pro tip: soy sauce and fucking cognac. Motherfucking amazing.
  821. Axelrod is doing yogurt and beer shooters.
  822. Holy fucking fuck, I need some motherfucking coffee poured directly into my fucking mouth right this motherfucking second.
  823. Fucking annoying hearing today that leads to even more motherfucking annoying hearings next week. Democracy is a bitch.
  824. Fax from Plouffe : "We need to work on your likeability before your testimony." Faxed him back a picture of my asshole.
  825. Hermann Mazard
    @MayorEmanuel Surprisingly, the shear fucking chaos of democracy affords leaders more control than in a goddamn dictatorship. #gofigure
  826. @HermannM spoken like someone who hasn't lived within 10,000 motherfucking miles of an actual fucking dictatorship.
  827. I don't give a thousand fucking fucks; it is motherfucking finally Friday night.
  828. Axelrod and I are filling the house with donuts and seeing if we can eat our motherfucking way out.
  829. Motherfuck this motherfucking rain.
  830. KatieEukel
    @mayoremanuel Wait. Rain? I can't leave my house in Minneapolis because of an EPIC BLIZZARD. You can shut your mouth now.
  831. @KTAndrea you're the dumb motherfucker that lives in Minneapolis.
  832. Axelrod was waking us up every hour last night as part of his "readiness patrol" and not a single fucking flake hit the goddamn ground.
  833. I'm so tired I think I'm going to vomit, and now it's motherfucking snowing like a motherfuck.
  834.  
    Channeling @MayorEmanuel - it's gonna take a lot of motherfucking coffee to get me through this day.
  835. @jollyevil speaking the fucking motherfucking truth right there. I've already had 14 cups.
  836. Carl the Intern scheduled a fucking presser about education in the middle of a goddamn snow storm and the motherfucking Bears game.
  837. Pretty sure it's payback for making Carl follow Chico around this week pretending to record him, just to fucking fuck with his head.
  838. fuck this motherfucking football game. fuck it right in its snowy motherfucking ass.
  839. Motherfucking fucking fuck fuckers. What the fucking fuck game is fucking Cutler fucking playing?
  840. I'm going to go outside and have Axelrod whip iceballs at my cock. Has to be more fun than this motherfucking football game.
  841. Motherfucking Cutler is a motherfucking cocktard.
  842. I am not telling
    @cholmes96 I don't know, let's check. Hey @MayorEmanuel What the Fuck? Plow my street already!!!!!
  843. @ashamedtosay @cholmes96 not my fucking job yet, assholes.
  844. @ashamedtosay @cholmes96 Have you looked at the city budget? At the state of the schools or the cops? Your fucking side street isn't shit.
  845. Who the fuck replaced Chicago with the motherfucking ice planet Hoth?
  846. I know it might not send the right message, but we're taking the Imperial Walker to get to the residency hearing. Fuck the Taun-Tauns.
  847. Axelrod just got in from gassing up the Walker and his mustache looks like it was part of the Shackleton expedition. Icicles.
  848. Carl the Intern is cramming for tomorrow's testimony with me while Axelrod is out on a pizza run. Going to be a late motherfucking night.
  849. Did you know there are 77 communities in Chicago? Motherfucking take THAT, Board of Election Commissioners!
  850. Chicago derives its name from the motherfucking Miami-Illinois tribal word for "wild onion." Fuck yes: shikaakwa.
  851. Motherfucking flag's four stars: Fort Dearborn, the Great Fire, the World's Columbian Exposition, and the Century of fucking Progress.
  852. Fuck studying for this motherfucking testimony. Axelrod's back with pizza and beer. Your honor, it's time to fucking drink.
  853. the real liz rudolph
    @MayorEmanuel i've heard it was a corruption of "chekagau" or "land of the big stink".
  854. @subliculous Carl says you heard fucking wrong.
  855.  
    @MayorEmanuel Why aren't you following anyone. Too proud or too democratic?
  856. @kwithk really, why would I want to follow any of you stupid motherfuckers
  857. Motherfucking six fucking degrees? Fuck this motherfucking bullshit.
  858. DJAH
    @MayorEmanuel What are you going to do about paying taxes for online purchases?
  859. @DJAHa I think you need to look into what a motherfucking mayor actually does.
  860. I went out to grab the paper and now my motherfucking balls are frozen to my motherfucking leg.
  861. Axelrod's outside with a hair dryer trying to unfreeze the fucking fuel line on his Civic. He promises we'll be at City Hall by nine.
  862. And the Civic won't fucking start. Axelrod, Carl, and I are riding the motherfucking bus. Fucking perfect.
  863. Frozen balls, riding the bus, and giving fucking testimony to 25 motherfucking assholes. A+ motherfucking day.
  864. Someone keep count on how many times I "itch" my eye with my middle finger during testimony today. I bet 352 fucking times.
  865. In the bathroom at City Hall trying to dethaw my ballsack at the hand dryer and Dock fucking Walls walks in. Fuck this day.
  866. Well here goes motherfucking nothing.
  867. I swear to god, if Axelrod shows up at lunch break with fucking Subway, I'm going to completely lose my motherfucking shit.
  868. These questions are awesome. I'll take "Fuck You In The Motherfucking Armpit" for $500, please.
  869. I am going to drink more alcohol than you can ever possibly imagine when this motherfucking godforsaken shitstorm of a day is over.
  870. Five hours of this testimony and I've come to one conclusion: People are motherfucking assholes.
  871. To each one of you motherfuckers asking me questions: in three months I'll be mayor and you'll still just be some dumb motherfucker.
  872. Some dumb motherfucker... that I hate. Hope you enjoy today.
  873. Well that's over. Motherfucking fucking motherfuck.
  874. Off to eat a steak the size of my head, then go home and punch a fucking mirror until my knuckles are motherfucking pulp.
  875. Holy motherfucking mother of god, I need to swim in a goddamn fucking ocean of motherfucking coffee right fucking now.
  876. Dave McClure
    Dear @MayorEmanuel: i fucking <3 u so fucking much it fucking hurts. Go Mayor!
  877. @davemcclure pull your motherfucking face out of my ass.
  878. Carl the Intern makes this breakfast that's a pancake wrapped around a hard-boiled egg with a sausage stuck through it. Fucking incredible.
  879. J. Day
    I wonder if the only reason @MayorEmanuel didn't stab someone during his hearing was bc @tsagov conducted an enhanced pat down on him.
  880. @TilDthDoUsApl No, I didn't stab someone because I'm a motherfucking professional.
  881. Sent Carl the Intern over to City Hall. Operation "Clog Every Motherfucking Toilet in the Fucking Place" is underway.
  882. All water flows downhill. Those motherfuckers in the basement hearing room will be swimming in shit by 1pm. Motherfucking payback.
  883. Axelrod's watching video of my hearing and listening to the Tron soundtrack. Looked at me in tears: "Life's easier in The Grid."
  884. The Atlantic Wire
    Is Rahm Emanuel even eligible to run in Chicago? https://theatln.tc/emv0le (paging @MayorEmanuel...)
  885. @TheAtlanticWire welcome to yesterday. Try to keep the fuck up.
  886. Dave McClure
    @MayorEmanuel kisses, bitch :) #imafanboi
  887. @davemcclure it's just really hard to sit with your fucking lips on my sphincter.
  888. I don't even know how this is fucking possible, but somehow Carl the Intern is stuck in the sewer pipes below City Hall. Fuck.
  889. Fuck, now Axelrod is fucking stuck under City Hall too.
  890. Fucking goddamn motherfuck. I'm fucking stuck down here too. All three of us, in the fucking sewers below City Hall.
  891. Jim Doolittle
    @MayorEmanuel Iā€™m impressed you have data service down there! Whoā€™s your provider?
  892. @cornwuff motherfucking Verizon.
  893. Someone make a note to remind me that when I'm mayor, first order of business is to fix the fucking City Hall sewer access door latch.
  894. Downside: looks like we'll be down here for a while. Upside: Axelrod's got like 30 fucking Slim Jims in his fanny pack.
  895. Peter Brown
    @MayorEmanuel the intern lacked the foresight to bring a flask? he'll never make it.
  896. @litescript the fucking fuck would Carl have a flask for, when he filled mine this morning?
  897. Emptied our pockets: 25 Slim Jims, four packs of Nutra Sweet, three pens, and a fucking pocket guide to Midwestern water fowl. So we're good
  898.  
    @MayorEmanuel nice seeing you at the matchbox last night!
  899. @ellengladish you know, I don't remember a single fucking thing about last night. Blackout.
  900. It's actually kind of beautiful down here. Quiet, except for the sound of water flowing. You forget where you are--until someone flushes
  901.  
    @MayorEmanuel How the fuck are you getting signal down there? It sure isn't #AT&T, they suck all over the city.
  902. @kwithk Verizon. Can you motherfucking hear me now?
  903. Forced open a door and discovered Jane Byrne's secret fucking office. A desk, a wet box of smokes, and a stack of Playgirls from 1981.
  904. Ate the last Slim Jim. Fucking fuck motherfuck.
  905. The plan: We're going to ride Jane Byrne's sex dungeon door down this river of shit and on to motherfucking freedom.
  906. Freedom! We're floating down the middle of Lake Calumet. There's snow in the air and the stench of shit on our clothes. Magical.
  907. Ben Bradley
    @MayorEmanuel: at your res. hearing & reading of your fight for freedom from city hall sewer system. Which do u think would make better TV?
  908. @benbradley7 How the fuck should I know? You're the stupid motherfucker on TV.
  909. Holy fuck: I've just woken up with a motherfucking raging case of pink eye. I want to claw my eyeballs out of my fucking head.
  910. Axelrod too: he's sitting in the kitchen with a bag of frozen peas on his motherfucking eyes, moaning.
  911. Turns out Axelrod's mostly moaning about having to wait 16 hours until the midnight opening of motherfucking Tron.
  912. That also explains why he's wearing a light-up suit.
  913. Jason Diamond
    @MayorEmanuel I think I'm gonna make the pancake breakfast that Carl the Intern makes.
  914. @imjasondiamond it is motherfucking incredible.
  915. Oni Joseph Poetician
    @MayorEmanuel no swearing? :(
  916. @OniJoseph a motherfucking light up fucking suit. Does that fucking work for you, you dumb motherfucker?
  917. Jesus fucking Christ, Carl the Intern just walked in. His eyes look like they're having their fucking period.
  918. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  919. @a_claire I'm just going to take a wild fucking guess here and say those last two tweets are going to bite you in the ass come job-search.
  920. Axelrod just showed me the Tron trailer. Holy fucking fuck, grown fucking adults watch that bullshit?
  921. If Axelrod doesn't stop talking about Tron soon, I'm going to download his fucking ass into a computer for the next 25 years.
  922. You know the best thing about James Meeks? That he fucking opens his mouth. And fucking crazy shit just rolls on out.
  923.  
    @MayorEmanuel Why aren't you joining us tonight at the CTU Mayoral Forum? We'd love to have you-- 2260 S. Grove St. Chicago 6:00 PM 12/16
  924. @KenzoShibata just trust me when I tell you that you're looking for the other motherfucker.
  925. jewcymagazine
    You're the big winner today @mayoremanuel https://su.pr/APYu0W
  926. @jewcymag wow, a mention in a list. On the internet. In-fucking-credible. Really.
  927. Carl brought Peppermint Mochas and Axelrod drank his, but he's lactose intolerant. Now there's puke down the front of his blinky Tron suit.
  928. Axelrod just threw his light-up Tron Frisbee through the front window. Fuck.
  929. Standing in this line for Tron with Axelrod and Carl the Intern. These fucking light-up body suits are both demeaning and fucking cold.
  930. Meeks just rolled up to the theater in like a fucking for-real lightcycle. His red suit looks amazing too. Fucking motherfuck.
  931. Carol Moseley Braun just pulled up with full-sized Master Control head fucking glowing on the back of a pickup. We look like fucking chumps.
  932. Gery Chico's just dressed like Gery Chico, but that's because he's seeing "Love and Other Drugs." Again.
  933.  
    @MayorEmanuel We missed you at the @CTULocal1 Mayoral Forum tonight.
  934. @KenzoShibata Holy fuck, I missed that shit not at all. Hope you had fun hanging out with the fucking losers that showed.
  935. Daniel X. O'Neil
    Whoa wait a minute @MayorEmanuel: you've got an entire NYTimes newspaper box in your crawlspace? https://bit.ly/dW7iBh. You're a badass.
  936. @juggernautco no, what's badass is that they fucking deliver to it. Motherfucking daily.
  937. Motherfucking coffee. Sweet motherfucking relief.
  938. New slogan: "Don't fuck with a guy with a huge fucking crawlspace. Emanuel '11"
  939. Riding in the Civic to hook back up with Ernie Banks. Tonight we're going to fuck this town until it can't walk straight.
  940. Fuck this motherfucking week, it's motherfucking over. Friday night, bitches.
  941. Chris Geidner
    @MayorEmanuel Not for those in DC dealing with all you couldn't get done before you left. #NewSTART #DADT #DREAMAct
  942. @chrisgeidner Not my fucking fault. They couldn't get it done because they're a chamber of motherfucking cocktards.
  943. Ernie Banks' plan: grab his bat, pick up a case of Old Style, and hit the empties through Halpin's front window. Mr. Motherfucking Cub.
  944. You haven't lived until you've driven around with Ernie Banks hanging out your window yelling, "You just got fucked by Mr. Cub!"
  945. Ernie Banks is standing in the middle of Ashland, taking swings at cars as they drive by. Seriously considering fucking leaving him here.
  946. OK, he's standing on the roof of a cop car, trying to knock the lights off it, yelling "sunshine fucking baseball!" We're out.
  947. Motherfucking fuck this Saturday morning meeting in its motherfucking nostril.
  948. Plouffe faxed in a suggestion that we "extend an olive branch" to the other candidates. The only thing I'll extend is my motherfucking cock.
  949.  
    @MayorEmanuel Hey - Plouffe/cock tweet was actually sorta funny - you are improving!
  950. @AllieRaymond the unfollow button is right over there, you stupid fucking shitbag.
  951. gary
    there is "one" person you might consider following, @MayorEmanuel and that's @BarackObama ;)
  952. @e_y_w the fucking fuck would the point of that be? That shit is written by a fucking part-time communications staffer.
  953. I'm still stunned about the Don't Ask Don't Tell repeal. Figured the Senate was going to stuff it up its ass like they do everything else.
  954. That said, Carl the Intern is fucking thrilled. But he still has to wait two more years before he can enlist.
  955. Christmas next weekend means fucking meetings all motherfucking day today. Fuck you, Jesus.
  956. I would rather be nailed to a motherfucking cross than sit through another five minutes of this fucking marketing presentation.
  957. Working on writing my last residency briefs for tomorrow. End with just "Fuck You," or "Fuck you, you fucking fucks"?
  958. Fuck this--going to bed. Just signed the papers: "Suck it out of my asshole. Yours, Rahm"
  959. Bernhard Kappe
    @MayorEmanuel, is doing personal holiday greetings for Chicagoans part of your strategy for winning? Willing to contribute quid pro quo.
  960. @bernhardkappe I'm not your dancing fucking monkey.
  961. Axelrod's Civic had its stereo stolen over the summer. Now the radio he lugs around is stuck on the fucking Christmas songs station. Fuck.
  962. Turned in the last paperwork: Seventeen xeroxes of my cock and three of my asshole. Plus my signature. Done. With. This. Shit.
  963. Samantha
    So @mayoremanuel, I'm wondering how you got that NYT vending machine for your crawl space. Because that's awesome: https://trunc.it/diwue
  964. @SamAbernethy no, what's awesome is that they fucking deliver to it. Daily.
  965. New office. Carl wired the fucking phones wrong, so the calls are for the curry place down the block. Axelrod's tandoori is amazing. Phew.
  966. Axelrod's been driving around delivering curry all day, so Carl and I have spent the day playing a fucking wicked game of foosball.
  967. Chuck Goudie
    In Rahm's run for Chicago mayor, #Twitter is peppered with some salacious sites: @MayorEmanuel, @MayorRahm. Column: https://bit.ly/eUO3BK
  968. @ChuckGoudie Holy fuck, someone paid you to write that bullshit?
  969. Axelrod just called from "the weathercenter" (what the fucking fuck) to tell us that it's snowing. He pulled over to put snow tires on.
  970. Peter Brown
    @MayorEmanuel axelrod has a tire-mounting machine with him at all times? duly impressed.
  971. @litescript the man does not fucking fuck around.
  972. I'm all for motherfucking winter safety, but Axelrod had better get here with the Chicken Tikka we ordered before kickoff.
  973. Motherfucking Chicago fucking Bears fucking football. Fuck yes.
  974. Hey Farve, welcome to motherfucking Chicago.
  975. Halftime and Axelrod's not back with our Chicken Tikka. Still has 15 deliveries to go. All Carl knows how to make are Hot Pockets. Fuck.
  976. Sean Cooper
    @MayorEmanuel They're playing in MN.
  977. @Saney Wow, who died and made you John fucking Madden?
  978. Axelrod just called. The Civic spun out on Elston. With our fucking chicken. Fucking motherfuck these fucking football snacks.
  979. Axelrod got the Civic unstuck. Bring that motherfucking chicken home.
  980. Post-season, you glorious motherfucking motherfuckers.
  981. Axelrod just showed up. 39 seconds to enjoy this fucking chicken.
  982. Going to pound a beer and txt Favre a picture of my dick. Bears fuck yes.
  983. Holy Jesus fucking Christ, I just threw my back out shoveling that 800 pound snow. Fuck fucking motherfuckers.
  984. Josh Davison
    @MayorEmanuel but you live in a condo
  985. @stringbot I'm trying to be motherfucking neighborly. Serves me fucking right.
  986. Rhonda Robinett
    haha- Chuck Goudie reports today @MayorEmanuel is"likely an impostor, representing itself as genuine" DUH. There's hard hitting journalism
  987. @rhondarobinett Goudie is an impressively stupid motherfucker.
  988. Holy fucking fuck, I took way too many muscle relaxers for my back. I feel like fucking Gumby.
  989. Spent the entire day flat on my back tripping on muscle relaxers and not giving a fuck about any fucking thing. It's been fucking glorious.
  990. megan 'may' jeyifo
    Just read the last month of @MayorEmanuel's tweets aloud to The Mister. I can't stop laughing.
  991. @urbancasita Jesus fucking Christ, whatever happened to foreplay?
  992. Hey Chico--bend the fuck over, you fucking shitbag. Welcome to the campaign.
  993. Seriously, who the fuck releases their tax returns when they know they're filled with lobbying cash? You dumb fucking fuck.
  994. Carl's stepmom just gave all of us tickets to the Nutcracker Ballet tonight. First off: What the fuck. Second off: Should be me on stage.
  995. Busy day driving Axelrod's Civic by other candidate's offices, pelting them with snowballs and yelling "43 points, bitches!"
  996. I'm going to be spending the next two hours figuring out what to wear to the ballet. Nothing is goddamn good enough for those people.
  997. Seriously, you try and try and try, and the Joffrey motherfucking Ballet just fucking judges you anyway.
  998. Axelrod just showed up dressed in a fucking tuxedo t-shirt. "Let's get this fun over with."
  999. I went with the straight black tux, tie, and shirt. Black Swan, motherfuckers. Let's do this fucking ballet.
  1000. Five minutes in, Axelrod's already fucking snoring.
  1001. Who the fuck is playing Drosselmeyer? He needs to hang up the motherfucking tights. Amateur fucking hour.
  1002. Seriously, Clara may as well just pull down her tutu and take a shit on the stage. Would be more elegant than her dancing.
  1003. It's pliƩ, degagƩ, motherfucking balancƩ, you fucking cows.
  1004. I would rather rim James Meeks' asshole than have to endure another minute watching the Mouse King waddle around.
  1005. You call that a motherfucking sugar plum fairy?
  1006.  
    @MayorEmanuel Ballet = expensive nap
  1007. @mcmamasita fuck you, you stupid motherfucker. Ballet = life.
  1008. Back when I danced, the Joffrey Ballet meant something. Now it apparently means fat fucking fucks floundering around a stage.
  1009. Now I know why they call it the Nutcracker-I feel like my nuts have been fucking cracked in goddamn half. Wake up Axelrod, this shit is over
  1010. ELIGIBLE. Choke on that, you motherfucking bitches.
  1011. Been drinking Irish Coffees since two in the morning celebrating this residency shit. Fuck all the motherfucking haters.
  1012. All you motherfuckers can stick your motherfucking objections up your ass. RESIDENT, bitch.
  1013. Those stupid fucking objectors had to submit their home addresses. Think they'll be getting a visit from the ghost of christmas yet to come.
  1014. Fuck yes two times, bitches.
  1015. It's no Christmas fucking miracle, it's a Christmas fucking fact. As real as the motherfucking virgin birth. Believe!
  1016. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1017. @gofiliberto No kidding, huh? Who the fuck died and made you the Talmud?
  1018. I feel like a new man. Sent a street boy to fetch the prize turkey. "What, the one as big as me?" No, dumbfuck, the tiny one.
  1019. Filiberto Gonzalez
    @MayorEmanuel This is too easy. If you're older than 22, I feel sorry for you. -Shalom
  1020. @gofiliberto At some point, you'll stop and say, "Holy fuck, I'm the fucking guy arguing religion with a fake Twitter account."
  1021. The Atlantic Wire
    Rahm Emanuel Clears Big Ballot Hurdle: https://theatln.tc/fYQuQz cc @MayorEmanuel
  1022. @TheAtlanticWire it was a low fucking hurdle
  1023. Major upside of this residency bullshit being over: I can stop being folksy at your motherfucking El stops.
  1024. Hey Meeks, too bad your ass got sacked.
  1025. Axelrod and I had a great James Meeks drinking game. Take a shot when he said stupid shit. Could fuck you up in seconds.
  1026. Without Meeks, this race got even fucking boringer. I'm going to be fucking catatonic by motherfucking February.
  1027. Last few hours to be like Meeks and get the fuck out of this race. Stay in and I will make the next two months of your life a living hell.
  1028. Plouffe has us out here freezing our fucking asses off bell ringing on State Street. We have a bet going to see who raises the most.
  1029. Right now, Axelrod, Carl the Intern and I are getting fucking creamed by the motherfucking bucket drummer kids. Fuck this shit.
  1030. Axelrod ducked into the bathroom and came out dressed as one of those silver robot guys. He's going to raise a fucking fortune.
  1031. Axelrod must have 100 fucking people crowded around him. I need to step it up here. Sending Carl the Intern to the Christmas tree lot.
  1032. Dan Lopez
    What do you want for Christmas @MayorEmanuel?
  1033. @4danlopez fifty-one motherfucking percent.
  1034. Evan Case
    .@MayorEmanuel ONLY fifty-one motherfucking percent? Aiming low?
  1035. @etc_etera I'm just being fucking generous. It's fucking Christmas.
  1036. Carl's back from the tree lot. He bought the shittiest tree ever. Hung one ornament and it bent. What a fucking blockhead.
  1037. John
    @MayorEmanuel Rahmbo... I thought you are a Jew?
  1038. @Jankowski60 pretty sure a guy can ring a fucking bell on goddamn Christmas Eve and not find his foreskin magically reattached.
  1039. Goddamn it, that's it: I'm paying the fucking bucket-drummer kids $500 an hour to drum for me. Fuck you, Robot Axelrod.
  1040. Final haul from bell ringing: Carl brought in $22. 73; Robot Axelrod, $271.58; my drummer boys, $321.93. They cost $2k. Fucking Christmas.
  1041. Merry motherfucking Christmas, you stupid fucking fucks.
  1042. The only thing open in this fucking city is a motherfucking CVS. Axelrod, Carl the Intern and I have been wandering the aisles for hours.
  1043. I'm trying to convince Axelrod that we should buy a bottle of Nair and just fucking obliterate his mustache.
  1044. We've loaded up our cart with every fucking "As Seen on TV" piece of shit they have here. Snuggies for motherfucking everyone.
  1045. John
    @MayorEmanuel Don't forget the nacho flavored Doritos!
  1046. @Jankowski60 Fuck that. Went with the Late Night All Nighter Cheeseburger flavor. Fucking incredible.
  1047. Bought every bottle of lube in the store and are going to coat Davis's office sidewalk with them. Slip and slide, motherfucker.
  1048. After that, we're going to head home, do Benadryl shots and play motherfucking Uno. Christmas fucking sucks.
  1049. Motherfucking Benadryl hangover. Fuck.
  1050. Motherfuck this snow right in its motherfucking lake effect ass.
  1051. Axelrod is a motherfucking parking-space shoveling artist. They should hang his fucking shovel in the Art Institute.
  1052. He's marked his space with 14 lawn chairs, an ironing board, and a pyramid of milk crates. He'll fucking shank someone if they move them.
  1053.  
    @MayorEmanuel Did you enjoy your Christmas, Mr. Mayor? Did you get anything good?
  1054. @maureenjohnson I'm fucking Jewish, you stupid fucking fuck.
  1055.  
    @MayorEmanuel My apologies, sir. I thought people might give you things anyway, as people are idiots.
  1056. @maureenjohnson they know fucking better.
  1057.  
    @MayorEmanuel Indeed they should, sir. Thank you for your time, Mr. Mayor. I hope no one fucking bothers you for the rest of the day.
  1058. @maureenjohnson that's not fucking likely.
  1059. Carl the Intern's stepmother just stopped by to drop off an extra pair of snowpants for him. She parked in Axelrod's space. Fuck.
  1060. Axelrod just pulled up, jumped out of his car and keyed "FUCK YOU IN THE ASS" into the hood of her Escalade. Shit.
  1061. Dan Lopez
    @MayorEmanuel A REAL chicagoan would have placed a chair in that space. Hmmm...
  1062. @4danlopez it's not my fucking job to catch you up on shit you didn't read.
  1063. Hey, New York, you just got fucked by the motherfucking Chicago fucking Bears.
  1064. Holy fucking fuck, someone get me a fucking cup of fucking coffee right fucking now.
  1065. Off to the Millenium Park ice rink. I'm going to show some motherfuckers what the motherfucking Russian Splits are all about.
  1066. This motherfucking cold weather makes me realize that Axelrod really need to up his fucking knowledge of hot liquor drinks.
  1067. Spent most of the night last night dumping buckets of water on Gery Chico's car. It's a motherfucking ice cube now.
  1068. This time between Christmas and New Years' may as well be renamed "Who Really Gives a Fuck Week."
  1069. Whoever is advising Davis is doing a motherfucking incredible job. Keep up the fucking fantastic work.
  1070. Jesus fucking Christ, there is not enough motherfucking coffee in the whole fucking world this morning.
  1071. We're bringing every motherfucking distant fucking relative of Bill Clinton to town, just to make Davis's head explode.
  1072. If your last name even rhymes with Clinton, you're getting a call from Carl the Intern and a ticket to Chicago on the fucking Greyhound.
  1073. We've got a guy named Phil Clinton and another guy named Bill Kimpton on the motherfucking Megabus as we speak.
  1074. Braun, if you want to get in on this bullshit too, know that we've got Hilary Rodman-Klinkton on motherfucking speed dial.
  1075. The Real Me
    @MayorEmanuel Don't flame me. On vacation; behind on real news. What is the Clinton/Davis connection?
  1076. @BujeBaby Clearly you have access to this amazing fucking thing called the Internet, right? Try fucking using it.
  1077. Holy fuck! It's actually above motherfucking freezing outside right now. Axelrod's in his fucking Speedo.
  1078. Motherfucking melt this fucking snow, you motherfucking southernly breeze.
  1079. If it gets above 40 tomorrow I'm putting on a fireproof suit, jumping in a spaceship, and flying up to fuck the glorious sun.
  1080. Sharna Marcus
    @MayorEmanuel It's in the 70s in Israel. :)
  1081. @scarpetablog and that helps me fucking how exactly?
  1082. john sundman
    @georgevhulme As @mayoremanuel would say, you better know my motherfucking name! I goddamn built this fucking city on rock and roll.
  1083. @jsundmanus I guarantee you that I would never motherfucking say that.
  1084. Fuck these Angry Birds right in their motherfucking feathered fucking vents.
  1085. Peter Brown
    @MayorEmanuel get the intern to round up a bunch of pigeons. Then play real-life angry birds/angry people.
  1086. @litescript what a stupid fucking idea.
  1087. Seriously, Carl the Intern left his iPod Touch here and I've been up most of the fucking night playing it. It is motherfucking maddening.
  1088. They give you these motherfucking exploding fucking birds, but then they surround the goddamn pigs with fucking stone blocks? Fuck!
  1089. These motherfucking egg dropping birds are fucking driving me fucking crazy. How the fucking fuck am I supposed to control this shit?
  1090. Fuck this bullshit. Fuck this bullshit. Fuck this bullshit. Fuck this motherfucking green pig fortress bullshit.
  1091. These fucking boomerang birds might as well be flying up my own motherfucking asshole for all the fucking help they are.
  1092. Thomas C. Bowen
    @MayorEmanuel if you think the egg dropping birds suck, wait till you get the boomerang pelicans.
  1093. @thomascbowen Oh, I'm motherfucking right fucking there right fucking now. Fuck these fucking things.
  1094. KosherHam.com
    @mayoremanuel are you playing #angrybirds again?
  1095. @KosherHam Again? I've been fucking playing since 10:38 last night.
  1096. KosherHam.com
    @mayoremanuel we think you should be sportin this fuckin chicago fuckin flag tee-- https://ow.ly/3whLw
  1097. @KosherHam fuck you and your stupid fucking novelty T-shirt.
  1098. These giant bowling ball red birds would be motherfucking amazing if this whole game wasn't fucking me in the ass right now.
  1099. How many fucking levels are in this motherfucking game? Eight-fucking-thousand? Fuck.
  1100. I've been awake since 7:45 yesterday morning, and have been playing Angry Birds for the last 19 hours. I fucking hate everything.
  1101. All I want right now is a motherfucking cheeseburger and to claw my goddamn eyes out. Instead I'm fucking flinging these fucking birds.
  1102. Axelrod just stormed into my room, stomped on the iPod, left and locked the door. He left a bucket behind--the fuck is that for?
  1103. Axelrod and Carl are sitting outside my door, saying "We're doing this because we love you." Fuck them. I NEED MY MOTHERFUCKING BIRDS.
  1104. Also, I really need them to come and empty my motherfucking bucket. Because that shit is fucking full to the top.
  1105. birds... birds... birds.... bird... fuck
  1106. Motherfucking sweet fucking coffee, there is nothing in the world better than you. Except maybe liquor. Or vaginas.
  1107. New Years Eve, I am going to bust you the fuck open.
  1108. Axelrod's walking around wearing these fucking huge 2011 novelty glasses and his Speedo. "I'm the Baby fucking New Year."
  1109. Carl the Intern's stepmom is out of town, so the party's at his house tonight you motherfuckers.
  1110. Penny Pritzker just called. Her chef is mixing up some homebrew Four Loko for the party tonight. Motherfucking double caffeine.
  1111. Ernie Banks keeps popping up on the Caller ID, but we're all trying to avoid him. Motherfucker can not hold his liquor.
  1112. Oh fuck: "Hey you stupid fucking asshole, guess who flew into town?" It's Ari. He's here.
  1113. Ari brought guests: Kanye West, three Victoria's Secret models he calls "the underpants twins," and Helen Mirren. Helen's already drunk.
  1114. Kanye brought his green bean casserole. Again. "I brought it because it's fucking delicious."
  1115. Carl's starting to get nervous about hosting the party. Doesn't help that Helen Mirren keeps trying to give him a backrub. "Jusht relacsh."
  1116. Samurai Mike Singletary just called to find out if it's OK if he brings a dessert instead of a side salad. Fuck.
  1117. Vince Vaughn just called to say he couldn't make it. Which is weird, because he wasn't invited, because he's a boring motherfucker.
  1118. Jeff Tweedy brought Pictionary. This party is going to get fucking insane. New Years motherfucking Eve.
  1119. Holy fucking fuck: Jane motherfucking Byrne just showed up. "This isn't a goddamn endorsement kid, I just need to party."
  1120. NUMBER ONE ON THE MOTHERFUCKING BALLOT, BITCHES.
  1121. Danny Davis just showed up. "Fuck this mayoral shit, I'm here to party!" He's doing body shots off Helen Mirren. Fuck yes.
  1122. It turns out Danny Davis is fucking awesome. He and Tweedy are signing "Islands in the Stream" together on the Karaoke machine.
  1123. Also: Davis makes a fucking amazing drink called "the Leviathan." It's vodka, whiskey, strawberry yogurt, and peppermint schnapps.
  1124. Kanye and Nobel Laureate Dale Mortensen have been playing beer pong against the Underpants Twins for like two fucking hours.
  1125. Motherfuck: Ari just lit Carl's stepmom's underwear drawer on fire.
  1126. Helen Mirren's fired up the motherfucking grill on the balcony. "Whip out your meat and I'll grill that shit."
  1127. Penny just showed up with her homebrew Four Loko. Davis is downing the tropical fucking punch flavor. Watch the fuck out.
  1128. Happy New Year, you stupid motherfuckers. 2011 is my goddamn year. But I'll let you borrow it from time to time.
  1129. Holy fuck. Apparently 2011 is going to start with a hangover the size of the motherfucking Sears Tower.
  1130. Thank fucking god: Carl's got coffee going and Kanye's making eggs for everyone. "My bacon scrambler is fucking incredible."
  1131. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1132. @nic_fisher you should know only assholes call it that.
  1133.  
    ā€œ@MayorEmanuel: Holy fuck. Apparently 2011 is going to start with a hangover the size of the motherfucking Sears Tower.ā€ WILLIS TOWER!!!!!!
  1134. @mdm219 You know who calls it that? Stupid motherfuckers and tourists. Which one are you?
  1135. Jesus fucking Christ: Nobody can get Danny Davis to leave. He's just fucking lying around on the couch watching cartoons.
  1136. Need. More. Motherfucking. Coffee.
  1137. We are swimming in motherfucking chicken wings over here. This fucking Bears game is fucking on.
  1138. Someone wake me up when they start playing fucking football.
  1139. This boring fucking game can suck on my motherfucking nuts.
  1140. Jimmy Greenfield
    This fake twitter account jumped the shark. RT @MayorEmanuel: This boring fucking game can suck on my motherfucking nuts.
  1141. @jcgreenx the unfollow button is right over there, asshat.
  1142. Axelrod just about choked to death on a chicken wing after that motherfucking Packers touchdown. Fuck.
  1143. Fuck the motherfucking Green Bay fucking Packers.
  1144. All-day meeting and someone ate all the motherfucking crullers? Fuck this shit.
  1145. Main point of discussion: how little of a fuck do we give about Braun? Axelrod says a cock's-length. I say a twat's-hair.
  1146. New slogan: "Because this list of candidates keeps getting shittier: Emanuel '11"
  1147. The best part of the next six weeks is going to be watching Carol Moseley Braun slowly fucking self-destruct.
  1148. Just for fucking fun, I'm going to release my tax returns dating all the way back to motherfucking Arby's.
  1149. MadelynV
    @MayorEmanuel Say it ain't so... who else will provide me with inappropriate political-entertainment tweets?
  1150. @madelynV the fucking fuck are you on about?
  1151. MadelynV
    @MayorEmanuel local Fox ticker said you'd quit - they have fixed...
  1152. @madelynV if you're fucking stupid enough to watch Fox News, then you get what you fucking deserve.
  1153. Carl the Intern's at the circuit court with three pounds of my shit in ziplock bags. He's tossing 'em if the verdict comes in wrong.
  1154. Driving in Axelrod's Civic. He had to pull over because "I'll Be There," came on. We'll be here for an hour while he cries.
  1155. RESIDENT THREE TIMES, BITCHES.
  1156. You motherfuckers want to appeal this shit, go right the fuck ahead. We're on the motherfucking winning streak to beat.
  1157. We're taking this motherfucking winning streak to the motherfucking boats. Those fucking nickel slots won't know what fucking hit 'em.
  1158. Won $78.35 at the boats. Going to convert it all to quarters and cram each one up Burt Odelson's motherfucking urethra.
  1159. Mike Pries
    @MayorEmanuel So what will you do with the leftover dime? Help pay off one of Braun's four mortgages?
  1160. @sodboy13 the dime is his motherfucking tip.
  1161. I'm so excited to read Braun's tax returns tomorrow that I feel like a motherfucking kid on fucking Christmas goddamn Eve.
  1162. @kwithk depends if it's for business or personal use, dumbfuck.
  1163.  
    @MayorEmanuel why the fuck do you want to put ads on city busses and fucking taxis? Stop being a homo
  1164. @mdm219 have you looked at the completely fucked state of the fucking budget? We'll be putting ads on your asshole before its balanced.
  1165. Fucking goddamn motherfuck, I fucking need fucking coffee so motherfucking badly.
  1166. Staging dramatic readings of Carol Moseley Braun's tax returns. Carl's playing the part of "What the fuck were you thinking?"
  1167. Axelrod is in tears, he's laughing so fucking hard. "Do the part again where she made no money in 2009."
  1168. Been trying to think of something nice to say about Bill Daley: His bald head is fucking magnificent. Too bad about the rest of him.
  1169. Samantha
    Rahm Emanuel is shaking hands at the Quincy brown line stop. I'm sure @mayoremanuel is getting sick of that by now
  1170. @SamAbernethy do you fucking think?
  1171. Axelrod just made breakfast. "I call it the Bacon Palace." My heart's going to fucking stop.
  1172. Great. Now Bill Daley keeps calling. He wants me to help pack his motherfucking U-Haul. Fuck.
  1173. "Rahm, it's Bill. Since I've got your old job, and you're getting my brother's old job, I think you can help move these book boxes." Fuck.
  1174. Fourteen motherfucking voicemails like that. I'm tossing this fucking phone in the lake.
  1175. In Axelrod's Civic on the way over to Bill Daley's place to help him move. He'd better have motherfucking donuts.
  1176. Daley moved some couch cushions, then started taking fucking calls. "I've gotta get this. Can you move that cast-iron stove?"
  1177. Bill motherfucking Daley must have a thousand fucking book boxes. My fucking back is going to be so fucking fucked.
  1178. Guess who just had to "duck out on Presidential business," right as we were starting to move his fucking free weights.
  1179. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1180. @moghza he rented a fucking U-Haul, dumbshit.
  1181. Daley's fucking sea glass collection has to have each fucking piece individually fucking wrapped, first in tissue, then in bubble wrap.
  1182. Motherfuck. Bill just came in and had a shitfit because it was supposed to be two motherfucking layers of tissue. Rewrapping now.
  1183. Daley's got all his clothes packed in giant motherfucking steamer trunks, like he's setting sail on the motherfucking Titanic.
  1184. This motherfucking piano is not going to fit in the motherfucking truck.
  1185. We've had to repack this motherfucking truck twice. And the whole fucking time, Bill has been on his fucking phone.
  1186. He keeps giving me this "You know how it goes" shrug. And I keep giving him a "Fuck you, you fucking fuck" glare right back.
  1187. Fuck all this fucking shit. It's Friday motherfucking night. Let's fucking go.
  1188. Holy fucking fuck. I'm sitting in this goddamn massage chair all fucking day. Fuck you if you think I'm moving an inch.
  1189. Motherfuck these tea party fuckholes. For fucking real.
  1190. Samantha
    My favorite part of @thepapermachete was when @ourmaninchicago called @mayoremanuel a "Jewish George Clooney."
  1191. @SamAbernethy @ourmaninchicago the fucking fuck does that even fucking mean?
  1192. Scott Smith
    @MayorEmanuel @samabernethy C'mon jackhole: don't act like you didn't consider that for your Twitter bio.
  1193. @ourmaninchicago @samabernethy I see a resemblance, but he's nowhere near motherfucking pretty enough.
  1194. Axelrod plays a game called "bagel king" where you toss a bagel at his finger. If it lands on it, he eats it. He's eaten fucking eight.
  1195. Jesus fucking Christ. I have been locked in a walk-in meat cooler most of the motherfucking day. My cock is frozen fucking solid.
  1196. I'm not even going to dignify how it fucking happened, but fuck me if I'm ever helping Axelrod cook a roast again.
  1197.  
    ā€œ@MayorEmanuel: fuck me if I'm ever helping Axelrod cook a roast again.ā€ Serves you right u should of had fried chicken with Jesse Jackson
  1198. @mdm219 The fuck are you talking about? That guy eats almost nothing but duck confit.
  1199. Jesus fucking Christ, waiting for this fucking coffee to brew might just motherfucking kill me.
  1200. Certainly Crains Chicago motherfucking Business has more to write about than fucking me. Don't the Groupon guys need their diapers changed?
  1201. The best part about the new "People's Poll" that's out is that 98% of the "people" are just Carl the Intern fucking around.
  1202. Fucking Christ, Axelrod found a puppy underneath the L tracks today. He named him "Hambone" and has been talking in fucking baby talk since.
  1203. This entire afternoon meeting has been taken up by Axelrod talking like he's the fucking puppy.
  1204. That said, Hambone is fucking sharp. Really good debate advice. Someone get him a fucking Scooby Snack.
  1205. Turns out Hambone is a motherfucking shitting machine. Heading out to "inaugurate" Chico's new offices.
  1206. Hey Chico, you just got motherfucking Hamboned.
  1207. the real liz rudolph
    @MayorEmanuel that's not all Hambone is. you'll find out. :|
  1208. @subliculous if you mean fucking adorable, we've already figured that out.
  1209.  
    If you had the support of The Machine @MayorEmanuel, we could give you a new middle finger in return for political favors. #ChicagoMayor
  1210. @Machines4Chico fuck you and your stupid fucking fake account.
  1211. Motherfucking mother of god, whoever the fuck thought snow was a good idea today is fucking dead to me.
  1212. Great. This fucking puppy is scared of the motherfucking snow. He's pissed all over the floor. Hambone sleeps in the fucking Civic tonight.
  1213. Not Tom MannisThanks
    @MayorEmanuel Good fucking thing I live in Cook County where could we have so much fun with a New Fucking Mayor
  1214. @RexRedbone cook county doesn't have a mayor, you dumb fucking fuck.
  1215. Fuck lunch, we're going motherfucking sledding. Cricket Hill, bitches!
  1216. Axelrod is a mustachioed bullet streaking down the side of that fucking hill. Zoo-fucking-oom.
  1217. Carl the Intern's trying to go down standing up, but he keeps fucking falling off backwards. He's going to have a concussion.
  1218. Me, I've fucking puked twice from going down spinnies on a motherfucking disc. Walking up for round fucking three.
  1219. Saul Garcia
    @MayorEmanuel Who is your field operations manager... I recommend kidnapping Wunder from Chico.
  1220. @Saul_Chicago We just have Carl the Intern do most of that shit. He's got one of those iPhones. It's fucking incredible.
  1221. Axelrod's sledding outfit is one of the leftover luge suits from the Chicago 2016 Olympics photo shoot. Helmet and all.
  1222. When Axelrod gets to the bottom, he jumps off the sled, holds his hands straight over his head, and yells "STUCK THE FUCKING LANDING!"
  1223. Jesus fucking christ, I got half the fucking hill's worth of snow down my snowpants on that last run.
  1224. Last sledding run is a pile-on: Axelrod on the bottom, then Carl, then me, with motherfucking Hambone barking away on top.
  1225. We fucked that sledding hill so hard that it's not going to walk straight for a week.
  1226. Jesus fucking Christ, who replaced the Illinois statehouse with politicians with actual fucking balls?
  1227. CV McDonald
    @MayorEmanuel Your profanity reveals you're a boorish cretin!
  1228. @vdld My profanity reveals that I'm a fake fucking account, you stupid fuck.
  1229. Normally in Springfield everyone's too busy shitting themselves to actually get anything fucking done. What fucking happened?
  1230. Axelrod is making four middle-finger ice sculptures to put in front of Braun's house. One for every fucking mortgage she has.
  1231. Rabbi Lopatin stopped by. He's got a sock full of batteries that is happy to explain to anyone the meaning of "blood libel."
  1232. cowshark defin
    @MayorEmanuel Your last tweet didn't include the word fuck. Are you ok?
  1233. @cowsharky fucking fuck you, you stupid fucking motherfucker. Fucking happy now, asshole?
  1234. Supposed to read position statements, but instead spent the last three hours listening to that motherfucking Kanye record.
  1235. Plouffe faxed over a list of all the motherfucking "mayoral forums" coming up. I would rather shoot my left ball off than go to them all.
  1236. Kari Zableh
    @MayorEmanuel your 'Rabbi Lopatin' tweet is the first I've read which did not inc the word 'fuck'. Had to read it twice to make sure!
  1237. @KZableh Wow, you win a fucking prize.
  1238. Motherfuck, this is a fucking hot cup of fucking coffee. I think I just burned my motherfucking uvula.
  1239. Pork chop sandwiches for lunch. Bone-in, bitches.
  1240. One day, I'm never going to step foot in another goddamn L stop ever a-fucking-gain. Today is not that fucking day.
  1241. Jesus fucking Christ, let's get this hand-shaking over with.
  1242. Someone needs to carve a portrait of whoever invented coffee into the side of a motherfucking mountain.
  1243. Debate at the motherfucking Tribune offices this morning. Top on my list of bullshit that I don't want to fucking do.
  1244. Good thing we're sitting around a table, because I have to squeeze my balls occasionally just to stay awake. Boring fucking motherfuckers.
  1245. When Del Valle talks, I swear to fucking god it sounds like one of the teachers in a fucking Charlie Brown cartoon. Mwah wah waaah, wah-uh.
  1246. Hearing Braun talk about austerity budgets is like listening to a fat guy talk about fasting. Stick with what you fucking know.
  1247. My next response might be to just bang my head on the table until it fucking bleeds.
  1248. So Braun's plan to get us out of this budget crisis is apparently to pull a motherfucking unicorn out of her ass.
  1249. The best part about this fucking debate is that Carl the Intern is hanging outside the window on a washing platform, mooning the ed board.
  1250. Jesus fucking christ, could these questions be more predictable? How we just tell you assholes what you're going to ask next.
  1251. By all means, let's take time to talk about a motherfucking children's fucking museum. That seems fucking useful.
  1252.  
    @MayorEmanuel does carl the intern have a twitter account?
  1253. @ComfortablySmug his stepmom doesn't even let him have a cell phone.
  1254. The worst part about this debate is that Plouffe faxed over a list of words I couldn't say including "dickweed" and "twatwaffle." Fuck.
  1255. Ramsin Canon
    @MayorEmanuel Oh, I get the conceit! Rahm Emanuel supposedly swears a lot. Oh, clever!
  1256. @ramsincanon I forget: is it class warfare if I tell you to suck it out of my asshole?
  1257. Nicholas Beaudrot
    I hope @MayorEmanuel shares my rage at this zodiac bullshit. I'm a motherfucking sagittarius, for chrissakes.
  1258. @nbeaudrot no you're not, you're just a fucking idiot that believes in fucking fairy tales. Grow the fuck up.
  1259. It took forty-five fucking minutes to get to the parking meter deal. Fucking Axelrod wins the bet--I thought it would take three.
  1260. How the fucking fuck did I miss 13 installments in the "I Spit on Your Grave" franchise? Well, now I know what Clinton and I will be doing.
  1261. Wait just one fucking second. I Spit on Your Grave only came out in October. They made 13 more movies in 3 months? I call bullshit, Carol.
  1262. Well that's a fucking let down. There goes my motherfucking Monday night. Clinton's going to make us watch Saw again instead.
  1263. Can I get a voucher to skip the next fucking debate?
  1264. Now Carl the Intern is swinging by the window, flashing double birds. That kid's fucking going places.
  1265. Apparently, these other fucking candidates won't be happy until I fuck a motherfucking Care Bear.
  1266. Eric Reeb
    Continuity error! https://bit.ly/gwCMr0 RT @MayorEmanuel @ComfortablySmug his stepmom doesn't even let him have a cell phone.
  1267. @high_number @ComfortablySmug turns out it's a motherfucking iPod Touch. So fucking sue me.
  1268. Thank fucking Christ that's over. Now we need to figure out a way to get Carl the Intern down. He's fucking stuck up there.
  1269. Aaron Andersen
    @MayorEmanuel Carl the Intern's iPhone doesn't count as a cell phone?
  1270. @aaronmandersen fuck me if it isn't an iPod Touch. No wonder he never answers it.
  1271. Five o'clock, bitches--punch the fuck out. It's motherfucking Friday fucking night.
  1272. What the fucking fuck kind of name is "Reince Priebus"?
  1273. MOTHERFUCKING RED FUCKING ALERT: "Reince Preibus" is a motherfucking anagram for "Beer's Epic Ruin."
  1274. Brian Zable
    @MayorEmanuel How do you feel about putting ketchup on a hot dog?
  1275. @BrianZable you're motherfucking kidding, right?
  1276. Climbing the motherfucking french toast mountain this morning. Tally fucking ho.
  1277.  
    @MayorEmanuel Go for soy bacon, future mayor. We worry about your ticker.
  1278. @shylobisnett I worry more about motherfucking flavor.
  1279. Motherfucking shit fuckers. I just slammed my motherfucking finger stub in the fucking door of Axelrod's fucking Civic.
  1280. Up too motherfucking early this morning. Fuck this fucking bullshit.
  1281. Heading down to tailgate at motherfucking Soldier Field. Axelrod's wearing his homemade Staley costume, rigged with a drinking tube.
  1282. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1283. @sridinats You know how I'm spending my pregame? Not fucking talking to fucking you.
  1284. We tried to talk him out of it, but Carl the Intern is dressed as a Lovabull. He's going to be fucking cold.
  1285. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1286. @sridinats Sure, just give me a call: (312) E-A-T-S-H-I-T
  1287. My giant bottle of Jack costume is too tall to fit on the L. Fuck. If you see a huge bottle of whiskey walking down Milwaukee, that's me.
  1288. Axelrod's drinking tube is capped with a funnel. Every block or so, he's stopping and yelling, "PUT IT IN THE FUCKING FUNNEL!!
  1289. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1290. @sridinats Plouffe handles most of my press. Give him a call: (202) F-U-C-K-O-F-F
  1291. Axelrod's leading the entire fucking south lot in singing "Bear Down, Chicago Bears" except he's singing it as "Drink Up, Chicago Fans."
  1292. Axelrod's doing fucking handsprings in his fucking Bear costume.
  1293. I'm in my giant Jack bottle knocking people down Urlacher-style and yelling "YOU JUST GOT JACK'D." Then we do a fucking shot.
  1294. Carl the Intern just did a routine to C+C Music Factory's "Gonna Make You Sweat" that brought this whole fucking parking lot to a standstill
  1295. You're looking at the motherfucking king of the South Lot kegstands, bitches.
  1296. After all this, nobody's found a fucking ticket for the goddamn game except Carl.
  1297. Motherfucking touch motherfucking down motherfuckers.
  1298. Fuck yes you beautiful fucking team.
  1299. There's a rule that Seattle can just give the fuck up, right?
  1300. Motherfucking Jay fucking Cutler ladies and fucking gentlemen.
  1301. Axelrod's been doing a shot every time Seattle has had to punt. And Bears touchdowns. And time outs. And penalties. He's fucking gone.
  1302. Axelrod was putting on his Staley costume for halftime, but all he could manage was the head before he started fucking puking.
  1303. James Starzyk
    @MayorEmanuel What happened to Carl?! He didn't leave with a large group of men, did he? Those Luvabull outfits are alluring...
  1304. @jcstarzyk he got a ticket to the game on the fucking 50. We've been watching the game inside some dude's van.
  1305. James Starzyk
    @MayorEmanuel This game is so fucking amazing it doesn't matter where you're watching it from. Jack bottle costume fit in the van?
  1306. @jcstarzyk bottle neck fit through the fucking sun roof.
  1307. I say we just have Cutler run it every fucking play.
  1308. Hey Seattle, we're giving out free concussions all motherfucking game. Just step right the fuck up.
  1309. If you've never missed a Super Bowl then you're a fucking asshole. Who thought these fucks were good spokespeople?
  1310. Mother-touching fuck-down!
  1311. Kelly Twomey
    @MayorEmanuel Wait, how did you know about the commercial if you're at the game with Carl and Axelrod?
  1312. @KellyTwomey Jesus fucking Christ. Keep the fuck up: Only Carl got in. We're watching the game in some dude's van.
  1313. I fucking blacked out for a minute there. Who the fuck let Seattle score?
  1314. We're going to need a fucking wheelbarrow to get Axelrod home. Can someone bring one by the South Lot?
  1315. I hope Green Bay likes to get motherfucked.
  1316. What the fucking fuck is going on here?
  1317. Green fucking Bay is fucking fucked. Let's just do this shit today.
  1318. Still in the South Lot. Axelrod won't fucking move. It's OK though. My fucking Jack Daniel's bottle costume is surprisingly warm.
  1319. Axelrod just sat bolt upright, said "THE GOLDEN GLOBES!" And took off fucking running. Guess it's time to head home.
  1320. Motherfucking shopping list for Clinton's visit tomorrow: 6lbs of hamburger, 18 bottles of vodka, 100 yards of plastic sheeting.
  1321. Spent the entire day getting ready for Clinton. Plastic sheeting is a goddamn bitch to attach to the ceiling.
  1322. Ben Kenigsberg
    Hey, @MayorEmanuel (and for that matter, @RahmEmanuel): Do something about this fucking worst-ever sidewalk ice, will ya?
  1323. @benkenigsberg Jesus fucking Christ man, grow a pair.
  1324. Daniel X. O'Neil
    @MayorEmanuel so, um, what's the plastic sheeting for?
  1325. @juggernautco Never hung out with Clinton before, huh? It's just a lot easier than trying to get the fucking stains out after.
  1326. I'm going to need a motherfucking Clinton-sized coffee to get me through this bullshit today.
  1327. Stuck in this fucking slush-fest on the way to the airport to pick up Clinton. Axelrod's spun out the Civic three times already.
  1328. Clinton's been shotgunning vodka the whole drive in from the airport. I think I can hear his liver fucking sobbing.
  1329. It's been a while since I've hung out with Clinton. When did he start referring to himself as "The Big Bear" fucking exclusively?
  1330. Clinton's up on stage, drinking straight from the bottle. Crowd is tossing money and panties. The Big Bear's still fucking got it.
  1331. Holy fucking fuck: Clinton just asked, "Who's seen 'The Puppetry of the Penis?'" ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!
  1332. Finally got Clinton off the fucking stage. "But I was about to show them 'the Flamingo!''
  1333. Got Clinton back to my place, where he announced, "The Big Bear's gotta hibernate," and immediately passed the fuck out.
  1334. Clinton just woke up and announced, "The Big Bear's ready to meat wrestle. Where're the girls?" Fuck. I hoped he'd stay asleep.
  1335. God, I fucking hope we've got enough plastic sheeting.
  1336. Here's the other thing: We don't actually have any fucking girls. Carl & Axelrod are going to do their best.
  1337. Jennifer Peepas
    @MayorEmanuel, you are hilarious. However, the "Bill Clinton: Handsy Sex Beast" jokes remind me of Jay Leno. That is not praise.
  1338. @JPeep I assure you that we're enjoying this even fucking less than you are.
  1339. Managed to distract Clinton with news about Joe fucking Lieberman's retirement. Good riddance, you fucking froggy-voiced fuck.
  1340. And he's passed out again. Tends to go like this all fucking night with the Big Bear.
  1341. Clinton's up again. And he's crying. Giant fucking rivers of tears. This night is never going to fucking end.
  1342. Clinton's smeared raw fucking hamburger all over himself and is sliding across the plastic-sheeted floor. "I'm the king of the world!"
  1343. Axelrod managed to get Clinton in a fucking sleeper hold. Sweet dreams, Big Bear. Sweet Dreams.
  1344. Woke up and Clinton's gone! His clothes and wallet are here. He's gonna fucking freeze out there. Come back, Big Bear!
  1345. Axelrod's going to search, but Carl the Intern said his Civic will freeze before he reaches the first marker. "Then I'll see you in hell!"
  1346. Axelrod found him, face down in a snow bank muttering something about Ben Bernake. Just "Ben... Ben... Ben..." over and over. The fuck?
  1347. Axelrod cut open the back seat of his Civic--"I thought they smelled bad on the outside"--and stuffed Clinton inside to keep him warm.
  1348. Now they're back and Carl the Intern's filling this big-ass tube with hot water. Sticking Clinton in there to warm him the fuck up.
  1349. Clinton looks strong enough to pull the ears off a motherfucking gundark. Axelrod says, "That's two you owe me, Big Bear."
  1350. Now Axelrod and Carl the Intern are arguing and Hambone starts barking like crazy. Axelrod spins around and says, "Bark it up, fuzzball."
  1351. And now Carl's planting a big kiss on Clinton, and he's just laying there hands behind his head with a big shit-eating grin. What the fuck?
  1352. We gotta get Clinton back to the airport now. I don't know how the fuck he's going to explain that big scar on his cheek to Hillary.
  1353. Motherfucking cock-chokers. How the fucking fuck is it only Wednesday? Spent all goddamn day thinking it was Thursday.
  1354. Plan for tomorrow is to rent a truck, head to Costco, load up, and drive north to TP the living fuck out of Wisconsin. Go Bears.
  1355.  
    @MayorEmanuel Shouldn't you be worried about your motherfucking residency hearing?
  1356. @kwithk when the playoff game to end all motherfucking playoff games is in four days? No.
  1357. Rob Kenobi
    @MayorEmanuel the question remains: #teamchard #teamradish #teameggplant ?
  1358. @copedog seriously dude, who gives a fucking fuck?
  1359. Where can I buy a motherfucking vat of coffee? I don't want a fucking cup, I want an endless fucking vat.
  1360. Hope you stocked up on toilet paper, because we just cleared Costco the fuck out. Wisconsin won't know what fucking hit it.
  1361. After the TPing, we're all getting tattoos. I'm getting "MOTHERFUCK GREEN BAY" across my shoulder blades.
  1362. So I'm not saying we got stopped by the cops in Beloit, but I will say that I doubt we're going back to fucking Wisconsin any time soon.
  1363. Also, if you need any motherfucking toilet paper we've probably got some extra.
  1364. Selena
    @MayorEmanuel So you're currently surrounded by asswipes?
  1365. @avoidtheleper what else is motherfucking new.
  1366. I've got 10.6 million fucking reasons the other motherfuckers are motherfucked.
  1367. It's nice, after a day sitting in truck on the side of I-90, to know that I have a giant fucking pile of money to roll the fuck around on.
  1368. Slats Lonigan
    Fact: Carol Mosely Braun's fundraising numbers are closer to Dock Walls' than to @mayoremanuel.'s.
  1369. @chitownpolitics Normally I think you're an asshole, but I'll take that one as a motherfucking compliment.
  1370. This tattoo is getting blood all over my tux for the Hu dinner. I hope nobody slaps me on the motherfucking back.
  1371. Ali Savino
    @MayorEmanuel you do know the Hu dinner was last night, no?
  1372. @alisavino he's in Chicago tonight, shithead.
  1373. Rob Kenobi
    @MayorEmanuel Urbs in motherfucking Horto, motherfucker. That's who gives a fucking fuck. #teamchard
  1374. @copedog It took you 24 fucking hours to come up with that? Nice fucking work, dickweed.
  1375. Fuck this motherfucking brutal fucking cold right in its frozen fucking asshole.
  1376. We sent Carl the Intern out to get coffee, and he came back with three cups of motherfucking brown ice. Fuck this shit.
  1377. The only thing getting me through this frozen fucking day is the fact that it's Friday.
  1378. Axelrod, Carl the Intern, and I went out to kiss the flagpoles outside Soldier Field--you know, for fucking luck--and now we're stuck.
  1379. Carl the Intern lined up some stupid fucking comedian to do a stupid fucking fundraiser for me tonight. Because you know what we need? Money
  1380. Anyway, looks like I'm going to fucking miss it unless Mr. Fucking Funny shows up with some warm water to melt this frozen pole.
  1381. Um. It's fucking dark and fucking cold out here. Uh. Help?
  1382. Motherfucking motherfuck. Finally pulled my fucking lips off that fucking frozen flagpole. There's blood absolutely goddamn everywhere.
  1383. Oh, it did not just fucking snow again. I am so fucking over this motherfucking winter bullshit.
  1384. Plouffe called. Our ad for tomorrow's game is a "no go." The fuck is wrong with an ad of Axelrod wiping his ass on a Packers Helmet?
  1385. Axelrod just got his tat finished: Calvin in a Bears uniform pissing on a block of cheese. "It's also cause I'm fucking lactose intolerant."
  1386. 9am Game Day. Let's get our motherfucking drink on.
  1387. Motherfucking hot wing fryer fire! Holy fucking shit!
  1388. So it turns out vodka isn't a very good fire extinguisher. Finally got it out with Axelrod's Bears Snuggie. In-fucking-flammable.
  1389. Penny Pritzker just showed up with treats: shot glasses with $100 bills in them. "Who's getting a money shot?"
  1390. Jeff Tweedy showed up with a giant plate of motherfucking brownies. "Game on, bitches."
  1391. Doorbell. Holy fucking fuck, it's Ari. "You didn't think I'd miss this, did you, you stupid little shit?"
  1392. I haven't even finished one of Tweedy's brownies yet, and the Packers are on the one? What the goddamn fuck?
  1393. Fucking Christ fuck. What the fucking shit fucking fuck was that fucking bullshit?
  1394. Ari brought Spielberg, who is wearing a motherfucking cheese head. We're holding Axelrod back right now.
  1395. Christ, I am nowhere near fucking drunk enough for this motherfucking game.
  1396. Kanye just called, in tears. "I can't watch this shit on my own. Can I drop by?" Fuck yes, Yeezy. Fuck yes.
  1397. Fuck sack, motherfuckers! That's fucking right.
  1398. Kanye showed up with the same fucking motorola headsets the coaches have. We're all wearing them. We look fucking awesome.
  1399. Fucking goddamn motherfuck. I'm going to go crawl under a motherfucking blanket now.
  1400. Fucking goddamn motherfucking fuck. Fucking shit fucking fuck. Fucking fucktards need to fucking play this fucking game.
  1401. Kanye's a fucking mess right now. This game needs to turn around.
  1402. Motherfucking interception, you bitches. Let's motherfucking do this shit.
  1403. Motherfucking fucking motherfuck.
  1404. At this point, the only thing turning this motherfucking game around are some goddamn pizza rolls. Tweedy and Pritzker are making the run.
  1405. My "MOTHERFUCK GREEN BAY" tattoo is going to look really fucking stupid if this game doesn't turn around.
  1406. We finally got Spielberg to take off his cheesehead, but he's got a Packers doo rag on underneath it. What the fuck.
  1407. Second fucking hot wings fire of the day. This shit just isn't getting any better, is it?
  1408. Ari thought he could put the wings fire out by peeing on it. Turns out, that's not a great fucking idea. Carl the Intern's on a gauze run.
  1409. Kanye's choking back fucking tears: "Cutler's knee injury is a nice match for my heart injury."
  1410. MOTHERFUCKING BRIAN FUCKING URLACHER IS THE GREATEST FUCKING MAN IN MOTHERFUCKING HISTORY.
  1411. I fucking hate fucking everything right fucking now.
  1412. Hey Cutler: My knee hurt before I had to dance Swan Lake once. And you know what? I fucking danced the motherfuck out of it. Fuck you.
  1413. Tweedy and Pritzker got back with the pizza rolls. Thank fucking god. Finally some good news.
  1414. Carl the Intern is on seventh fucking heaven with Collins in. "It's like they're sending interns onto the field." He's fucking right.
  1415. Come on Hester. Be the bad-ass motherfucker we know you are.
  1416. Jesus fucking Christ. They're just pulling people out of the fucking stands to be quarterback at this point, aren't they?
  1417. CALEB FUCKING HAINE! YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL FUCKING MAN!
  1418. I HAVE NEVER FUCKING HEARD OF YOU EVER, BUT RIGHT NOW I LOVE YOU MORE THAN MY GODDAMN WIFE.
  1419. Spielberg's smart fucking mouth isn't fucking mouthing so much now. Let's motherfucking do this.
  1420. I will give Green Bay this: They have the most incredible display of man-tits I have ever fucking seen in my life.
  1421. Fucking fuck motherfucking fuck. The fucking tubby guy just scored? Fucking fuck this fucking shit.
  1422. Just sent Carl the Intern out for the biggest fuck-it bucket of chicken you have ever fucking seen.
  1423. MOTHEFUCKING TOUCH FUCKING DOWN!!! HOLY FUCKING FUCK. WE CAN DO THIS FUCKING SHIT. BEAR THE FUCK DOWN.
  1424. I need to get one of those giant fucking sidelines jackets. They look so fucking bad-ass.
  1425. Caleb Hanie. Be the ball. There is no motherfucking spoon.
  1426. When Axelrod gets stressed out, he has to take a shit. He's been in the bathroom for most of this fucking quarter.
  1427. Oh goddamn motherfuck. That's the fucking motherfucking game. I am going to get so fucking drunk I'll be hungover until Wednesday.
  1428. Fucking empty motherfucking emptiness.
  1429. Kanye's got his vocoder set to a minor fucking key. We're all lost in this motherfucking world. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
  1430. I'm not sure Axelrod's ever going to fucking get over this.
  1431. Tweedy's post-game snack: the Hanie. A jalepeno popper stuffed inside a pizza roll. "Tastes like sadness."
  1432. Oh coffee, you glorious motherfucking bean.
  1433. Motherfucking shit fucking fuck shitters. What the fucking fuck motherfucking happened?!
  1434. OK, Carl the Intern makes a good point: Appellate courts are for pussies. We're going to motherfucking Supreme this bullshit.
  1435. My brain feels like it's on motherfucking fire.
  1436. Throwing that chair through the window wasn't the best fucking decision in the world just now. Now we're fucked AND it's cold.
  1437. I FUCKING HATE THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD. LET'S FUCKING GO, ASSHOLES. WHO MOTHERFUCKING WANTS SOME?
  1438. Jesus fucking Christ. I'm just lighting any fucking thing on fire right now. Just to feel fucking something.
  1439. Holy fuck, we're so not getting the security deposit back on this motherfucking apartment.
  1440. Axelrod's got his Bears helmet on and is just fucking punching gaping fucking holes in the walls with his motherfucking head.
  1441. Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck
  1442. Carl the Intern just tossed a lit mattress through the window. "We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn."
  1443. HOLY FUCK: Axelrod just flipped the Civic. This shit just got motherfucking realer than real.
  1444. Every fucking thing in this motherfucking apartment is going through the front fucking window right fucking now.
  1445. shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit
  1446. Double birds to the motherfucking world. TO THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD.
  1447. They'll get to you too. They'll destroy you. They're untouchable, man... I'm so fucking exhausted I can't see straight.
  1448. motherfucking empty fucking emptiness. again.
  1449. fucking why
  1450. motherfucking why
  1451. fuck.
  1452. Fuck. I've been walking these streets at night. Just trying to get it right.
  1453. It's hard to see with so many around. You know I don't like being stuck in a motherfucking crowd.
  1454. And the fucking streets don't change but maybe the name.
  1455. I ain't got time for this fucking game.
  1456. It's nice, this fucking city, in the dark. The snow and the ice. The bridges. The water. It's quiet. I just need some fucking quiet.
  1457. We trashed the apartment so fucking bad, there's nothing to go back to.
  1458. Last I saw Carl the Intern and Axelrod, they were going to drive the Civic into City Hall. They're probably fucking locked up now.
  1459. Now it's just me and Axelrod's little puppy Hambone. Against the motherfucking world.
  1460. Found a spot under a bridge on Cortland. It's pretty here, and there's a hot air vent. This'll do. What a motherfucking fucked day.
  1461. Woke up to Hambone licking my face. Now we're tossing chunks of ice into the river. Big fucking splash. Scared the ducks.
  1462. The river water is brown like coffee, but it sure doesn't taste like coffee. I think I miss coffee the motherfucking most.
  1463. There's a duck along the river here who has a bill with a little dark spot on it, like a mustache. Named him Axelrod. Quack fucking quack.
  1464. Me, Hambone and Quaxelrod found a pretty sturdy sheet of ice and we're going to fucking float down the river for a while.
  1465. Quaxelrod just started quacking like crazy. It's foggy, but I can see someone else fucking floating toward us.
  1466. It's Daley! Floating the other way. "You're a hard man to find, you know. Here's some bread for your duck. Shut him the fuck up."
  1467. "First off, you're back on. I mean, for now. Probably forever. The Supremes are assfucks, but they're my assfucks." Daley's hands are HUGE.
  1468. "But really man, pull yourself the fuck together. You're running for mayor. Of Chicago. People are going to fuck with you all the time."
  1469. "You think when I wanted to close Miegs Field, and they told me no, that I went adrift? No. I fucking closed Miegs fucking Field."
  1470. "You think when they started pissing on the parking meter sale that I fucking tucked tail? No, I sold off everyfuckingthing else too."
  1471. "Here's something my Dad told me once: The role of the mayor is to be the guy that everyone takes a shit on. And then to shit on them back."
  1472. "Except he didn't say 'everyone,' he said 'Blacks, Jews, Poles, and Hippies' but those were different times. Fucking substance is the same."
  1473. "So you're going to turn this ice floe around, pack up your pets, and run for the goddamn mayor of Chicago and you're going to win."
  1474. "And once you've won, you're going to fuck with every last one of these motherfuckers until they wish they'd never even heard your name."
  1475. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm floating my way down to Chinatown right now for some Dim Sum." And Daley's gone again, into the fog.
  1476. Fuck this noise. Quaxelrod? Hambone? We've got a motherfucking election to motherfucking win. Let's do this shit.
  1477. Fifty-two motherfucking percent, you stupid fucking motherfuckers. Quaxelrod is so excited, he's molting.
  1478. Found a hotel room for the night. Dropping some major campaign cash. Holiday Inn Express, bitches. Quaxelrod can use the pool.
  1479. Don't know if Obama's going to use the draft of the speech I wrote before I left. If he opens with double fucking birds, it's mine.
  1480. Jesus fucking christ. I turn on the hotel TV and the first thing I have to see is Bill Daley's bald fucking head? Fuck.
  1481. That's right Obama, walk down that aisle, and bust people's chops. "You were looking a little scruffy." That fucking scruffy fuck.
  1482. I had a whole State of the Union drinking game lined up, then I decided just to drink fucking all of it to begin with. Whoo fucking hoo.
  1483. Jesus Christ. Boehner's not even orange anymore. He's burnt fucking ochre.
  1484. It's two years of experience with this when I tell you: The key is to keep your motherfucking eyes locked on fucking Biden.
  1485. OK, see, I wrote this part. It ends with "Fuck Bush in his motherfucking shriveled fucking asshole. First CEO president my ass."
  1486. Oh fuck, OK he took it in a different direction. Quaxelrod things the "win the future" thing is a nice flourish. I think it's for the birds.
  1487. I'm not saying that I flipped away for a bit, but I will tell you there is a motherfucking "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" marathon on.
  1488. Boehner's really going for the "asshole of the year" award, huh? Yeah, douchebag, don't clap for student fucking aide.
  1489. Wait a second--SHE didn't know she was pregnant? How the fucking fuck did that happen? Oh shit, sorry. Flipping back.
  1490. See, I wrote that part too. Except it was originally "Let's fix what fucking needs fixing, and then let's move the fuck forward."
  1491. Do you think Boehner painted open eyes on his eyelids, and he's just back there fucking snoozing? Fucking CLAP man.
  1492. Yeah, maybe I'm fucking standing on my fucking hotel bed fucking cheering about getting rid of "frivolous lawsuits." Maybe now? In Illinois?
  1493. See, I'd told him to not mention Iraq or Afghanistan. "Nobody fucking remembers them. Don't fucking remind them."
  1494. Wait, wait wait--SHE didn't know she was pregnant either? The fuck, people?
  1495. Mark Popham
    @MayorEmanuel none of them knew, Rahm. NONE OF THEM KNEW.
  1496. @markpopham but... but... HOW THE FUCK DO YOU NOT FUCKING KNOW YOU'RE PREGNANT?!
  1497. OK, so I wrote this part too. Unless SOMEONE went and changed it again, it should end with him double-chopping his cock and saying "SUCK IT"
  1498. God, thinking about those fucking Chilean Miners still makes me motherfucking weep. Beautiful fucking people, stuck in a tiny fucking hole.
  1499. OK, maybe they moved the crotch chop to this part. Because it would be fucking perfect here.
  1500. I thought the speech was pretty great. I mean, it's a tough situat... HOW THE FUCK DOES SHE NOT KNOW SHE'S FUCKING PREGANT?!
  1501. If anyone thinks I'm sitting through Bachmann, you're out of your goddamn motherfucking minds.
  1502. Samantha
    @MayorEmanuel But what if Bachman DOESN'T KNOW SHE'S PREGNANT
  1503. @SamAbernethy that I'd fucking believe.
  1504. This "I Didn't Know I Was Pregant" marathon is on until two AM. I feel like I've won the motherfucking election already.
  1505. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1506. @thebigrigrunner it's not my job to catch you the fuck up.
  1507. Oh hell no, this hotel has a motherfucking breakfast buffet? And it's fucking free? Hell yes I'll have a pancake, thanks.
  1508. Sweet fucking Jesus, all the fucking coffee I can drink? Bring it fucking on.
  1509. Phil Rogers
    hey @mayoremanuel I want to ask you a question for nbc. Follow me so I can dm
  1510. @nbcphilrogers just call the office: (312) FUC-KOFF
  1511. Yeah, well Quaxelrod is working the phones, so you take what you can fucking get, you know?
  1512. Molly Ball
    @MayorEmanuel I write for Politico and I'd like to talk to you. What are the chances?
  1513. @mollyesque somewhere right between fucking slim and fucking none.
  1514. I've been shaking hands outside of PetSmart all morning. Last day I let Hambone and Quaxelrod set my fucking schedule.
  1515. Cameron Joseph
    @MayorEmanuel i'm doing a writeup of how awesome your feed is for national journal. are you willing to talk to me on background?
  1516. @cam_joseph on background? Sure, give a call: (312) E-A-T-S-H-I-T
  1517. Now I'm doing a tour of the city's fucking duck ponds and dog parks. Axelrod's fucking mustache did a better scheduling job than this.
  1518. Vicki Roush
    Just noticed fucking @MayorEmanuel doesn't follow anybody! How fucked up is that? Fuckin' figures, though.
  1519. @vickiroush why the fucking fuck would I follow any of you assholes?
  1520. Back at the hotel for debate prep. Quaxelrod is filling in for Braun, Hambone is covering Chico, and a pillow from the bed is Del Valle.
  1521. Topics covered: lack of old guys tossing bread, repressive off-leash laws, and the handsy maid who works weekends. Fuck.
  1522. While Pillow Del Valle and I are in agreement that double starch is too much fucking starch, I'm beginning to think that I need my team back
  1523. I keep getting Peter fucking Gabriel's motherfucking "In Your Eyes" stuck in my fucking head and it's driving me goddamn insane.
  1524. I may have underestimated Pillow Del Valle. He's definitely got some good points about the fucking hotel tax.
  1525. Debate prep wrapped. I sincerely fucking hope that Chico doesn't lick my face tomorrow as much as Hambone did tonight.
  1526. matt hughes
    @MayorEmanuel come to denver. we need a hard mayor. all of our candidates are getting their panties in a wad over cupcake trucks!
  1527. @mtroy_hughes Smart people. Hope they keep them out. Motherfuck the motherfucking cupcake trucks.
  1528. Seriously, this fucking song won't get the fuck out of my fucking head.
  1529. Carmin
    Any1 have details? @MayorEmanuel I may have underestimated [] Del Valle. He's definitely got some good points about the fucking hotel tax.
  1530. @CarmintheB He's a fucking pillow. You're really fucking asking? Holy fucking fuck.
  1531. Jason Hardesty
    @MayorEmanuel the light the heat
  1532. @jason_hardesty you're really not motherfucking helping at fucking all.
  1533. Andy Boyle
    Hey @mayoremanuel, this is for you: https://yfrog.com/2on5kqj
  1534. @andymboyle I miss that guy. Sometimes he'd play the guitar all night. I wish I hadn't told him to shut the fuck up so many times now.
  1535. Hey entire fucking East Coast: Yes, your weather patterns are fucking you in the ass. Now kindly shut the fuck up about it.
  1536. Sweet fucking coffee, you sometimes feel like my only motherfucking friend.
  1537. Quaxelrod thinks we should do more debate prep, but I think it's because he gets a fucking bread crumb when he gets a right answer.
  1538. Quaxelrod needs a swim, Hambone needs a walk, Pillow Del Valle needs a fluff. Didn't I used to have people that took care of this bullshit?
  1539. There's that goddamn motherfucking song again. I'm going to stab myself in the fucking ear soon.
  1540. Picking out clothes for the debate tonight. I've got fucking duck shit on most of my suits.
  1541. I may just go over in this T-shirt and sweats. The shirt has a sweet fucking tiger on it. Hambone thinks it's bad-ass.
  1542. This motherfucking snow is going to make me look ridiculous if I go out in my tiger T-shirt.
  1543. What the fucking fuck do you mean, no waterfowl in the Chicago City Club? Chico probably got his motherfucking Guinea Hen in!
  1544. And I totally see Braun strutting around with her fucking rooster. But no goddamn ducks? For fucking shame, man. For. Fucking. Shame.
  1545. Why did it just get so fucking quiet in here?
  1546. MOTHERFUCKING STREET LEGAL, BITCHES!
  1547. Hambone is fucking humping every fucking leg in sight.
  1548. Huh. Feel a little stupid about the whole fucking apartment trashing thing now.
  1549. FUCK THE DEBATE, LET'S HOLD THE MOTHERFUCKING ELECTION RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
  1550. Shotgunning motherfucking cans of motherfucking beer two at a goddamn time!
  1551. Just ran up to the other sorry fucking candidates and yelled, "MOTHERFUCKING WINNING THE MOTHERFUCKING FUTURE!"
  1552. You stupid fucking fucks, have to debate me now. BRING IT THE FUCK ON!
  1553. God, I fucking wish Axelrod and Carl the Intern were here right now. Who's going to hold my fucking feet for the kegstands?
  1554. Axelrod would probably be wearing his beer hat right now, grinning like the motherfucking Cheshire fucking Cat. Fucking where are you?
  1555. And Carl. Jesus, seemed like that kid's heart just shattered in two on Monday. He'd probably be up on Axelrod's fucking shoulders right now
  1556. Ah, fuck it. TOSS ME ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKING BEER, WE'RE WINNING THIS MOTHERFUCKING ELECTION!
  1557. Holy fucking fuck, that fucking Peter fucking Gabriel song is back in my fucking head. Just what I fucking need.
  1558. Reached in my pocket and pulled out Axelrod's Disneyland pen. I gave him my fucking heart. He gave me a MousekePen.
  1559. Alright, bitches, let's debate this shit.
  1560. I'm stabbing Axelrod's MousekePen into my thigh every time the motherfucking camera cuts away. 17 more fucking minutes.
  1561. Also, I'm pretty fucking sure Braun is dozing off right now.
  1562. Chico thinks he smells fucking amazing, but the rest of us were joking about "eu de Chico" backstage. Right next to him, it's overpowering.
  1563. Hambone fucking drilled me on these goddamn facts and figures. I think I fucking nailed them 99% percent of the time.
  1564. I'm about to meet the challenge of changing out of this fucking suit. Almost fucking done.
  1565. Goddamn it, there's that fucking song again. Do you fucking hear it? I fucking swear Chico looked when it started up.
  1566. Hambone thinks it went well, but I hate these fucking things. I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything in a debate.
  1567. I don't want to fucking sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed
  1568. You know, in a motherfucking debate.
  1569. Anyway, that shits over. One more of these motherfucking things. Then I never have to hang out with those three fucking people again.
  1570. But seriously, that fucking Peter fucking Gabriel song is getting louder. Hambone says I'm crazy, but it's really goddamn loud now.
  1571. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! There's Axelrod and Carl the Intern, standing on the roof of the goddamn Civic, boomboxes over their heads.
  1572. They're blaring that fucking Peter Gabriel song! And they're fucking smiling fucking huge smiles! And it's snowing. And it's beautiful.
  1573. And Quaxelrod is fucking flying circles around their heads, and fucking Hambone leapt up onto the roof of the car. And I'm fucking crying.
  1574. I'm crying like a baby, because this has been a motherfucking week from fucking hell, and here we all are, on Michigan avenue, in the snow.
  1575. We're all fucking crying and laughing and barking and quacking and the city has never looked more beautiful, and in four weeks I'll be mayor
  1576. It turns out Carl the Intern and Axelrod didn't crash Axelrod's Civic into City Hall. They went down to motherfucking Springfield instead.
  1577. Carl just looked at me, and said, "What did you expect? I told you we'd Supreme this shit, so we motherfucking Supremed this shit."
  1578. Now we're all crammed in Axelrod's fucking Civic, the ceiling's still dented in, driving down Lake Shore Drive, just fucking freestyling.
  1579. "Lets Break out of this fake ass Party / Turn this in to a Classic Night / If we die in each others arms..."
  1580. This Holiday Inn Express breakfast buffet is about to get fucked like it's never been fucked before.
  1581. Carl the Intern and Axelrod are in a pancake eating contest. Motherfucking artists at work.
  1582. Cannonballs in the motherfucking pool. Quaxelrod is the judge. I got a 7.3
  1583. It's Axelrod and this seven-year-old girl named Alyssa in the finals, both tied at 9.8. The whole cleaning crew is here, fucking cheering.
  1584. Holy fucking Jesus fuck, little Alyssa just pulled a triple flip cannonball to win this shit. Axelrod's pouting in his speedo.
  1585. Out apartment hunting. Again. It's fucking hard to find a place that'll take both a dog and a duck.
  1586. Couldn't find an apartment. Just moving into the crawlspace of my old house. Nobody tell the fucking asshole upstairs.
  1587. Holy fucking fuck, it's finally motherfucking Friday fucking night. Longest fucking week ever.
  1588. No furniture down here yet, so we're just sitting on boxes passing a bottle. Axelrod found a box of Legos, so he's in fucking heaven.
  1589. Best part of being down here is that I get to wear my grandfather's pleather jacket. I look like motherfucking Fonzie. Aaaaay.
  1590. Joe Murphy
    Hey @MayorEmanuel -- how about doing an interview with someone who *doesn't* want to publish your story in a major media publication?
  1591. @freejoe76 I'm thinking fucking no on that one, scoop.
  1592. Just opened a box: motherfucking Twister! This night just got in-fucking-sane!
  1593. Motherfucking Saturday meetings need to be constitutionally illegal.
  1594. I mean fucking seriously, you spend five fucking days a week being fucked in the ass by meetings. We really need to make it six?
  1595. Text from Plouffe: "Just lube up your asshole then, because you're recording robocalls today. " Fuck.
  1596. On take fucking forty-six on these robocalls. I'm this fucking close to biting the fucking head off this fucking microphone.
  1597. Motherfucking take fucking one hundred and twenty fucking six.
  1598. Fucking nailed it on take four fifty three. Ring ring, motherfuckers, I'm calling you up.
  1599. Just found a box of sheets in the crawlspace. We're going to cut out eyeholes and haunt the fuck out of Halpin upstairs.
  1600. Ali Savino
    @MayorEmanuel ok, i'll bite. what the fuck are you doing in a motherfucking crawl space? Did you fucking lose Carl the Intern again?
  1601. @alisavino it's not my job to catch you the fuck up.
  1602. BOO! You stupid motherfucker.
  1603. Hambone looks fucking spooky as shit in his ghost sheet.
  1604. kalen
    Is Hambone the duck? So confused. RT @MayorEmanuel Hambone looks fucking spooky as shit in his ghost sheet.
  1605. @kalenski Jesus fucking Christ, Hambone is a motherfucking puppy. Quaxelrod is the duck. Keep up, asshole.
  1606. Carl the Intern is wearing my wife's wedding dress under his sheet. "I'm the fucking Ghost Bride."
  1607. Axelrod has built a scale model of all of fucking Egypt out of Legos. It looks fucking amazing.
  1608. A whole crowd of Barbies just set the Ministry of Information on fucking Lego fire.
  1609. A can of Barrel O Monkeys is trying to loot the Lego museum, but they're being stopped by a floppy sheriff doll and a spaceman toy.
  1610. Oscar Wang
    @MayorEmanuel that last tweet was probably the first one w/o the word "fuck" in it Mr. Mayor... Get it fucking right!
  1611. @Oscar_Wang fuck you, you stupid fucking shitbag.
  1612. There's a toy standoff in front of the Lincoln Logs Department of the Interior. The My Pretty Ponies refuse to move the fuck along.
  1613. Oh fuck. Quaxelrod just ate Lego Mubarak.
  1614. Spent all goddamn day at the vet getting that goddamn Lego out of Quaxelrod. Now running late to Tweedy's fucking fundraiser.
  1615. Tweedy's being pissy because he doesn't want to play any Black Eyed Peas songs. What the fuck? People love that shit.
  1616. Not saying they're a good band--they're fucking terrible. But if you want people with money to give that shit away, play the Black Eyed Peas
  1617. But no, Tweedy's pulling this fucking "I'm in Wilco, so I'm going to play Wilco songs" bullshit, like he knows anything about fundraising.
  1618. I told him that he can stuff his fucking guitar up his ass and go play for Chico--he'll make his troubadour ass play Beiber.
  1619. So it goes without fucking saying, that he's going out there and playing "I Gotta Feeling," right fucking now.
  1620.  
    @MayorEmanuel I'm not supporting your campaign until I see a large sausage and pepperoni from Giordano's at my front door. Non-negotiable.
  1621. @RickSigler Have fun voting for Braun, asshole.
  1622. Also, would it fucking kill this motherfucker to smile every now and then? Cheer up, Tweedy!
  1623. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1624. @TopSEO_Experts fuck you and your stupid fucking spam account.
  1625. Jesus fucking Christ, I just woke up in the back of the Wilco van. My bongo hand feels like it's fucking broken.
  1626. Got back to the crawlspace and Axelrod's stockpiling canned goods. He just keeps muttering "storm coming." Fuck this shit.
  1627. Axelrod handed me a shopping list and said, "We don't have much time." The fuck do we need oxygen tanks for?
  1628. Also on Axelrod's Storm Survival list: 100 copies of today's Chicago fucking Tribune and 100 newspaper-sized picture frames.
  1629. I asked Axelrod about the fucking newspapers. "It's for preservation for future generations, in case we don't survive the storm... "
  1630. "... the fact that I'm on the cover is just pure fucking coincidence." But he's fucking smiling.
  1631. Axelrod has Carl the Intern smoking meats down here. This whole crawlspace smells fucking incredible.
  1632. Lindsay Iversen
    @MayorEmanuel, are you actually campaigning for mayor anymore? Or are you just chilling with legos and cured meats until election day?
  1633. @lindsayiversen I'd call a motherfucking successful fundraiser last night 'campaigning,' asshole.
  1634. Axelrod's list calls for twenty shovels, but I've hit six stores and only have eighteen. Fuck.
  1635. Axelrod's response? "You want to be the asshole out there shoveling with his hands when we break the 18th,shovel just stop looking."
  1636. The motherfucking Healthcare law is ruled un-fucking-constitutional? Fuck this motherfucking bullshit.
  1637. Fuck Florida, fuck district courts, and fuck those tea-shitting fuck-party assholes. I worked too fucking hard on that bill.
  1638. Is it a preexisting condition when every fucking healthcare opponent is a fucking cancer in my ass?
  1639.  
    @MayorEmanuel Would you consider a fucking return to Washington, sir? We need you there.
  1640. @maureenjohnson I'm on motherfucking fucking snow patrol for the next 48 hours.
  1641. Carl the Intern just asked if I need him to go Supreme this healthcare bullshit too. The kid learns fucking fast.
  1642. Snow preparations finally done. Now Axelrod just passed out our motherfucking sleeping shifts. 'Everyone gets two hours on watch. Everyone."
  1643. The snowsuits Axelrod made for Hambone and Quaxelrod are adorable. Tiny fucking snowshoes. Tiny fucking hats.
  1644. beth b.
    @MayorEmanuel no mittens?!?! fucking amateur
  1645. @tigerflight show me the fucking hand on a motherfucking duck or puppy. Fucking fucktard.
  1646. Finished my first two-hour snow-watch shift. So far, it's just really fucking cold. Hambone's up next.
  1647. @johnfritchey You forgot to buy milk? You're so fucking fucked. Axelrod had us buy 40 gallons, so if you need one, ski over here.
  1648. Sweet fucking coffee. Axelrod had us buy 20 pounds of beans to weather the storm. I fucking doubled that.
  1649. Axelrod's built a cubicle out of oversize pork 'n' beans cans. He calls it "the weathercenter." It's been beeping all fucking night.
  1650. Report from Axelrod's weathercenter has the big storm hitting later this afternoon. Perfectly fucking reasonable to get drunk now.
  1651. Irish motherfucking coffee for the fucking win.
  1652. Evan
    @MayorEmanuel Did Axelrod get a generator for the grinder & coffee maker? It sounds obvious, but I want to make sure nobody dies.
  1653. @dullcatastrophe The backup generators have motherfucking backups. We're covered.
  1654. Chris Courtney
    @MayorEmanuel, we're all going to have to dig out our cars after this storm. what's you stance on using chairs to hold a spot you dug out?
  1655. @designhawg We already have fifteen lawn chairs and a motherfucking cast-iron stove waiting on the curb to fill Axelrod's spot.
  1656. Public Service Announcement: In about three hours, you're going to need a lot of fucking whiskey.
  1657. Axelrod's outside just bellowing, "THE WIND IS PICKING THE MOTHERFUCK UP!"
  1658. Axelrod's outside screaming, "ITS FUCKING HERE! IT'S FUCKING HERE!"
  1659. Axelrod's got a line of Teamsters trucks parked outside and he's attaching plows to them. Motherfucking shovel fucking ready.
  1660. That's right Chico, Braun, and Del Valle, what do you got? Don't bring a motherfucking shovel to a plow fight.
  1661.  
    @MayorEmanuel How fucked are things going to be by this fucking storm, sir?
  1662. @maureenjohnson Very fucking fucked.
  1663. John Fritchey
    This is what it's come to. I just did a media interview about @mayoremanuel. A guy with a duck + an intern is more newsworthy than me. FML
  1664. @johnfritchey Worst part is when they bump even THAT for storm coverage. Face it: you're fucked.
  1665. Oh fuck. I already ate all the motherfucking Oreos. Thinking about sending Carl the Intern out to pick up more.
  1666. Axelrod just came in for a quick check-in at the Weathercenter. His eyes are shining like motherfucking beacons. "This is my time."
  1667. Sending Carl the Intern out on a sled, with Quaxelrod and Hambone mushing. Hope he's back with the fucking Oreos soon.
  1668. Looking out the periscope Axelrod hooked up. I'm pretty fucking sure snow isn't supposed to fall UP. What the fucking fuck.
  1669. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1670. @tailsofrachel there's nothing fucking imminent about it.
  1671. Plan: When this shit is over, massive fucking snowball fight on Ravenswood. East side of tracks vs west side.
  1672. A giant fucking snowball rolled against crawlspace door. It busted open and out fell Carl the Intern, Hambone, Quaxelrod, and my Oreos.
  1673. Axelrod just called in from a Teamster truck. "We're going to go surf a plow on the lake. You in?" Fuck yes I'm in.
  1674. The plan: We're going to hit velocity on the Michigan Ave curve, launch into the water, and ride a motherfucking 18' wave to victory.
  1675. Holy fuck. Unless you've got a fleet of Teamsters to drive you around, STAY THE FUCK INSIDE. It's insane out here.
  1676. Me, I've got a fleet of Teamsters, and we're barreling down Milwaukee. ACES FUCKING HIGH, YOU MOTHERFUCKING STORM.
  1677.  
    @MayorEmanuel Like Florida in 2000 fucked, sir?
  1678. @maureenjohnson Like Florida in 1500 fucked.
  1679. Up on the roof of the cab, heading north down Lake Shore fast. Curve's coming up. Time to hang the fuck on...
  1680. ... and we're off the curve and in the goddamn air, flying. The wind and water are like wild animals fucking.
  1681. We caught the wave! It's a fucking twenty fucking footer, all fucking gray and ice and snarl.
  1682. Balanced on the roof of this plow cab, riding a fucking ice wave, in the middle of the worst fucking blizzard in a generation.
  1683. I'M THE FUCKING KING OF THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD!
  1684. Back at the crawlspace, hot toddies all the fuck around. Fucking stay the fuck warm, bitches.
  1685. MOTHERFUCKING THUNDERFUCKINGSNOW ALL UP IN HERE.
  1686. HOLY FUCK. IT IS INFUCKINGSANE OUTSIDE.
  1687. A downside to living in the crawlspace under my rented house: We're fucking snowed the fuck in. Not in--snowed fucking under.
  1688. Carl the Intern is designing a tunnel to get us the fuck out. "The key is that it doesn't collapse in on itself while we're inside."
  1689. Carl the Intern has emptied all the pork n beans onto the crawlspace floor and is welding the cans together into a fucking escape elevator.
  1690. When he presented the plans to me and Axelrod, he said, "It's pretty simple, really: We're going to Chilean Miner this shit."
  1691. I get the pork n beans elevator, but I'm still a little unclear on how we're actually digging the motherfucking escape tunnel.
  1692. Carl's got Hambone tunneling five shafts out, which will result in a "controlled implosion." Yeah, that sounds fucking safe.
  1693. Where did Carl learn all this? "I'm in the Junior Engineering club at Lane Tech." Fuck yes. Hambone, get those paws digging!
  1694. Rebecca Bates
    The @MayorEmanuel narrative has become too complicated for me.
  1695. @Rebecca_Bates What's so complicated about an escape scenario involving a dog, cans of pork n beans, and an intern? Oh fuck.
  1696. Hambone's done digging the shafts, now Carl'll trigger the implosion and we ride this pork elevator to fucking freedom.
  1697. And we're out. Holy fuck, it's fucking Hoth out here. Axelrod's handing out the goddamn shovels. Let's get digging.
  1698. What's up, motherfucking sun--nice to see you. A little fucking late though.
  1699. Sun's out, streets are mostly clear. MOTHERFUCKING SNOWBALL FUCKING FIGHT.
  1700. Catherine M. Merritt
    I can't keep it in anymore... I'm the brains, humor and mother fucking tweets behind @MayorEmanuel. You're welcome https://bit.ly/fCw0tq
  1701. @MerrittPR For a PR flack, you're actually a terrible fucking liar, you stupid fucking fuck.
  1702. Jesus fucking Christ, my arms fucking ache from all that fucking shoveling. Quaxelrod can barely lift his little wings.
  1703. Carl the Intern built an igloo, and we're all just laying around in here, fucking whiskied and exhausted. Stay fucking warm.
  1704. Motherfucking sweet fucking coffee. We're drinking it in motherfucking snow cups.
  1705. Strategy session in the igloo, Plouffe's in over speakerphone. We can't understand a single motherfucking word he's saying.
  1706. Seriously, this is fucking Plouffe: "I .... hrm... kit... fuck... and... shit... Quaxelrod... log." How the fuck does this fucking help?
  1707. Fuck it, we've all left the igloo, just playing with Hambone in the snow. Plouffe's still on speaker being unin-fucking-telligible
  1708. We're all in our fucking Arctic-grade snowsuits, just wandering. Axelrod's eyes are lit up, "It's like we're the last people on earth."
  1709. It really does feel like the end of the fucking world. We're walking down the middle of the motherfucking Dan Ryan right now.
  1710. Quaxelrod fucking owns the motherfucking express lanes. Waddling like a bad-ass motherfucker.
  1711. The Loop is fucking abandoned. We're swinging from the El tracks like they're motherfucking monkey bars.
  1712. Now we're walking out on the Lake. It's just one giant fucking sheet of grey fucking ice. And it's just the five of us.
  1713. There are a lot of things I can say I've done with my life. But now I can say I made a motherfucking snow angel on Lake Michigan.
  1714. Finally ran into another person. And it's someone driving a motherfucking cupcake truck. Fucking cupcakes.
  1715. Made it back to the igloo. Ran into a total of four people: cupcake driver, a guy on a donut run, and two canvassers for motherfucking Chico
  1716. Carl the Intern did a incredible job on this igloo. It's got a couple little snow desks, a fridge, some fucking ice couches.
  1717. He built a little fireplace, so we're warm in here. And we can actually stand up--major fucking benefit over the crawlspace.
  1718. HoneyBadger Plz.
    @MayorEmanuel I think you mean "an incredible" instead of "a incredible," Mr. Emanuel.
  1719. @honeychildpleaz Who the fuck died and made you Webster's fucking Dictionary, you stupid fucking asshole.
  1720. Carl even built a little second floor--sorry, "a lofted atrium"--where Hambone and Quaxelrod can hang out. This place is fucking awesome.
  1721. Sitting in the igloo, passing a bottle around. Axelrod busted out his guitar and is singing Bon fucking Jovi. "On a steel horse I ride..."
  1722. A belly warm with whiskey, a duck and a dog sleeping soundly, and your best friend playing Jovi. Motherfucking awesome.
  1723. Motherfucking Jesus fucking Christ, coffee sure tastes absolutely fucking incredible this morning.
  1724. Finally digging out Axelrod's Civic. Starting to regret not getting the fucking passenger-side window replaced.
  1725. With all this fucking snow, what are the chances of a giant fucking line at Hot Dougs today? Nobody tell Quaxelrod about the duck fat fries.
  1726. David
    @MayorEmanuel Waiting in lines is Carl the Intern's job. Send Quaxalrod to keep him warm.
  1727. @livingminimal Carl's busy drafting our motherfucking economic plan.
  1728. Andrew Cole
    @MayorEmanuel Taking bribes for plugs already? I'd have thought you'd wait until after the election.
  1729. @Tuuvan I always use Scott brand toilet paper when I tell people they're full of fucking shit.
  1730. Motherfucking meetings all afternoon. Don't people understand that it's fucking Friday?
  1731. Chicago fucking Tribune endorsement, bitches! Think of how fucking awesome that would be if anyone fucking read a newspaper.
  1732. More motherfucking meetings. It's cute that someone still thinks there's a race, but it's cutting into my motherfucking Friday.
  1733. Just walked the fuck out of that meeting. Fuck everything: it's Friday fucking night!
  1734. The motherfucking party is in the motherfucking igloo tonight.
  1735.  
    @MayorEmanuel How long do you think it will be before you get back to your fucking house, sir?
  1736. @maureenjohnson The asshole's lease is up in motherfucking May.
  1737. Coffee, bitches. The secret is motherfucking coffee.
  1738. Visiting early voting centers today. If you want to stop by, I'll be the fucking guy wearing the giant foam voting booth.
  1739. Chico just showed up wearing a huge inflatable Chico costume, and he's pretending to use my foam booth to vote. Fuck.
  1740. Great, now Braun's here--regular size--and she's fucking pretending to vote too. Why the fuck aren't there armholes in this fucking suit?
  1741. Del Valle just arrived and is taking inflatable Chico to task for double fucking voting. Ha fucking ha.
  1742. He started out saying, "This giant foam voting booth is sacred... " Then I tuned him out just like every fucking other time Del Valle talks.
  1743. Kaitlin Henry
    Skipping the coffee cup today and using a fucking funnel. @MayorEmanuel knows what I'm saying.
  1744. @KaitlinHenry I hear you. Some mornings are motherfucking funnel mornings.
  1745. Holy fuck, foam-rubber costumes really stiffen up when you're out in the fucking cold all day.
  1746. Shuffling my way back to the igloo now, this frozen foam voting booth is like walking around in a fucking block of wood.
  1747. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1748. @Lionfisile You really don't fucking understand what the word "rhyme" means, do you?
  1749. Lucy
    hmmm...you're not very funny today @mayoremanuel. Foam voting booth?? Really??
  1750. @Jen3317 Feel free to ask for you motherfucking money back.
  1751. Carl the Intern just finished splicing into the asshole's cable, so now this motherfucking igloo gets 148 channels. HGTV, bitches.
  1752. House Hunters is on next. Axelrod is motherfucking beside himself. "Which goddamn house are they going to choose?"
  1753. (Deleted before I could archive it.)
  1754. @Shelley723 Live tweet it? Fuck that. I'm going to savor this shit.
  1755. Janelle Barton
    @MayorEmanuel Doesn't that asshole notice a fucking igloo on his lawn?
  1756. @jebarton There's a lot of fucking snow here. It just blends the fuck in.
  1757. jrho
    @MayorEmanuel Holmes on Homes is the best! That Canadian motherfucker knows how to fix shit up.
  1758. @jrho_jrho Fucking tell me about it. Axelrod just calls that show H&H and changes into his own brown overalls when he watches it.
  1759. House number one? What the fuck is that bullshit?! I'd give the rest of my fucking finger stub for house number three!
  1760. I'm living in a motherfucking igloo, and you assholes choose a piece of shit house like number one? Fuck these fucking House Hunters.
  1761. Oh great, just what we need: more motherfucking, goddamn, shit-assing snow.
  1762. Axelrod is insisting that he has this fucking shit under control, but we're all a little afraid that he's gone a bit snowmad.
  1763. Axelrod's eyes are fucking wild, like Shackleton's on his last expedition.
  1764. Axelrod's gripping that shovel a little too tightly, and ranting about crystalline formations. This might not fucking end well.
  1765. Pretty sure Axelrod thinks we're all snowmen. He keeps yelling, "Where's your magic fucking top hat, you snowy fucks?"
  1766. Holy fuck: He's taking fucking swings at us with his shovel now. We're ducking 'em, but he's taking chunks out of the igloo.
  1767. Axelrod's yelling "CORN COB PIPE"--swing--"BUTTON NOSE"--swing--"TWO EYES MADE OUT OF COAL"--swing. We are so fucked.
  1768. Carl the Intern, Hambone, and I are backed into a fucking corner here. This may be it for us. Axelrod's got the shovel up over his head.
  1769. Jesus fucking Christ, we're all fucking crying here. He's just standing there, quivering, ready to strike. Someone tell Amy I loved her.
  1770. HOLY SHIT! IT'S QUAXELROD!! That little fucking duck just swooped in and has Axelrod by the 'stache. We're saved!
  1771. It's over. We're all sitting in the igloo together, sobbing. It's been a hard race. Someone was going to fucking snap eventually.
  1772. Man, Quaxelrod really took a good chunk off Axelrod's mustache. What a great fucking duck.
  1773. Things are good here now. We're all going to head out to brunch and then get busy not watching the motherfucking Superbowl.
  1774. Josh Nussbaum
    @MayorEmanuel Idea for next storyline: You and Quaxelrod go to the aquarium and jump over a shark.
  1775. @jpnussba Actually, the aquarium has really pretty shitty sharks, and "jumped the beluga" doesn't fucking sound right.
  1776. Picked up a bucket of chicken, and am settling into the igloo to watch a tape of the 1985 Superbowl. Go fucking Bears!
  1777. Ran into Chico while picking up chicken. He said he was watching "just for the commercials," which confirmed that he's a raging douche.
  1778. God, I fucking miss this you, Sweetness. When you ran the ball, it really was like you were making romance.
  1779. Second fucking half of Superbowl XX. I know how it end, but I fucking cry every time. Tears of fucking joy. Go Bears.
  1780. Christ, we're just watching, rewinding, and re-watching when the Fridge runs in for the motherfucking TD. Go Bears.
  1781. God, XX really was the greatest game that was ever fucking played. Our matching '85 Bears sweaters are aglow.
  1782. CUE THE SUPERBOWL MOTHERFUCKING SHUFFLE.
  1783. Ended up staying up all night rewatching Superbowl XX over and over. My entire fucking day is going to be fueled by coffee.
  1784. Sweet motherfucking coffee, I love you more than I love myself.
  1785. Spencer Keys
    @MayorEmanuel How The Fridge Lost His Way https://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/playoffs/2010/news/story?id=6091766
  1786. @spencerkeys Well that was the most motherfucking depressing thing I've ever read, fucking ever.
  1787. Working on my economic innovation plan, but really need a motherfucking mustard out of my shirt innovation plan instead.
  1788. You know what doesn't work? Bleach. Now I have a white spot on my blue shirt, and a motherfucking chemical burn on my chest.
  1789. Bleach burn remedy: lay down shirtless in the snow. It stings for a minute, but then you don't feel a fucking thing.
  1790. Meredith Shiner
    Like many, twitter newcomer David Axelrod follows @MayorEmanuel but not the real @RahmEmanuel...or @Quaxelrod https://politi.co/i4YIai
  1791. @meredithshiner Man, they really have you on the crack fucking assignments, don't they?
  1792. Best thing about being endorsed by Jesse White is getting to hang out with the fucking Tumblers. Motherfucking back flips!
  1793. HOLY FUCK: Carl the Intern can fucking flip clear over the goddamn igloo. The Jesse White Tumblers are going fucking nuts!
  1794. Axelrod just tried to clear the igloo too, and now we've got an Axelrod-shaped hole in the wall. Fuck.
  1795. Also, he appears to have a pretty fucking wicked concussion. Just fucking perfect.
  1796. Marcie Hemgesberg
    @MayorEmanuel But how's the igloo?!
  1797. @BossPrez Nothing a little snow can't fix. And oh look what's falling from the sky right motherfucking now.
  1798. MOTHERFUCK THIS FUCKING SNOW.
  1799. Do yourself a favor, and don't look at the motherfucking weather report for the next few days.
  1800. We've sent Carl the Intern out to harpoon a motherfucking whale so we can use the blubber to keep warm.
  1801. Been carving whale blubber since Carl got back. Upsides: So motherfucking warm. Downsides: It really fucks up a suit.
  1802. Now that these fucking blubber coats are finished, Axelrod wants to go hunt sabertooth cats, but I was thinking mastadon ride.
  1803. Before you give me shit about my whale blubber coat, I'm pretty sure I saw a Groupon ad that said it was OK.
  1804. Riding a Mastodon over to unveil my economic innovation plan. It's so fucking cold even the Mastodon is shivering.
  1805. Unveiling my economic innovation plan at a novelty T-shirt company. Yes, the irony is so motherfucking palpable you could put it on a shirt.
  1806. Axelrod fucking loves this place: "I'm voting up 715 different designs with mustaches on them."
  1807. Original plan was to do this speech at Groupon, but now everyone thinks they're fucking assholes. Note to self: Lay off the Tibet jokes.
  1808. So now I'm talking about innovation in a warehouse, wearing a T-shirt with a unicorn on it. Actually, that part's fucking awesome.
  1809. This is the second time I've been to this place, and they still insist on giving me a tour. It's still just giant fucking boxes of shirts.
  1810. Speech preview: "We're Chicago. Maybe--just fucking maybe--we can build something better than stupid T-shirts and half-off deals."
  1811. Speech preview: "I remember when Daniel Burnham kicked the fucking world in the nuts. Let's get back to being a town of fucking nut-kickers.
  1812. Speech preview: "Because somehow this town has confused driving fucking cupcakes around with goddamn innovation."
  1813. Speech preview: "So Chicago, let's stop screwing around. Let's be like the Unicorn on my T-shirt: Fucking incredible."
  1814. Speech preview: "You can fuck around with stupid shit all you want, but in the meantime New York is making us look like chumps. Again."
  1815. And then the plan is to just lead everyone in chanting "FUCK NEW YORK!" and fucking hi-five the shit out of everyone.
  1816. Slats Lonigan
    .@mayoremanuel no time for such a vital topic? RT @inthesetimesmag: Candidates, not Rahm, on keeping public access TV. https://bit.ly/gjaY4r
  1817. @chitownpolitics You're motherfucking kidding me, right?
  1818. Burning whale blubber in the igloo tonight. It's motherfucking warm, but it smells like death.
  1819. Axelrod keeps checking the thermometer and announcing the temperature as it plunges. It's like we're descending into a frozen fucking hell.
  1820. "Five degrees." This whale blubber had better be all they say it is, or we're going to be frozen fucking fish sticks by morning.
  1821. Sweet fucking Jesus, thank you for these motherfucking coffee-sicles. They bring icy salvation.
  1822. Hambone just delivered new poll numbers. Fifty-four percent? I think I can feel my motherfucking toes again.
  1823. Kim Nash
    @MayorEmanuel at the risk of being berated, i have to ask: why are you living in an igloo?
  1824. @knash99 because it's better than living in a motherfucking crawlspace.
  1825. We've carved out a sledding hill in the shape of Braun's poll trends, but we're all scared to try it: too fucking steep.
  1826. Axelrod tried it, and I think he woke up half of Ravenswood screaming as he went down. "Ride of a fucking lifetime!"
  1827. Danny Davis just showed up with a sled and a hairdryer. "I'm going to sled your damn Mt. Braun and then melt it into motherfucking nothing."
  1828. FUCK THIS MOTHERFUCKING COLD.
  1829. When this fucking race is over, I swear to fucking god, I'm going on a motherfucking vacation somewhere warm.
  1830. Whoever thought it was a good idea to hold a fucking election in February is getting a motherfucking cock punch on the 23rd.
  1831. Plouffe just e-mailed video of a new ad. I think it's fucking adorable that he still thinks there's a race going on.
  1832. CODE FUCKING RED: Whoever scheduled me to be at both a candidate forum and a debate tonight is going on my cock-punch list.
  1833. The only thing getting me through this bullfuck of a night is visualizing that I'm somewhere else. Somewhere warm. With a water slide.
  1834. Forum and debate complete. Now it's time to lock myself in a bathroom and scream for about ninety motherfucking minutes.
  1835. Nope, screaming didn't help one fucking bit. Going to end up washing that debate down with a pint of motherfucking whiskey.
  1836. Hanging out with nerds at Google today. Up half the night building up my elfin sorcerer, in case anyone throws down a motherfucking 20-side.
  1837. That said, I may need a chalice of motherfucking mead to help me deal with these geeks.
  1838. Carl the Intern is beside himself with excitement though. He's been reciting the digits in motherfucking pi for an hour now.
  1839. 3.14159265... great, now this bullshit is stuck in my motherfucking head too.
  1840. Axelrod's having me memorize Monty Python lines, "you know, for the nerds," but I think he just wants someone to fucking do them with him.
  1841. If I understood half of what was in this speech, I'd feel a lot less nervous. What the fucking fuck is a "persistent data store"?
  1842. Carl just spent 15 minutes trying to explain what a "multiverse" is. You mean there're other me's? My head fucking hurts.
  1843. I need a break from all this hobbiton, time-travel, multiverse bullshit. Where's my fucking New York Times?
  1844. WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING FUCK?
  1845. Axelrod just came out in his Tron outfit and Carl is changing into his wizarding cloak. I just look like a fucking chump in a suit.
  1846. Well this is the first talk I've ever given where half of the audience is on motherfucking Segways.
  1847. Eric Schmidt just wheeled in on his Segway, and is circling me, tossing fucking headfakes.
  1848. I might have to do a motherfucking Bing search to figure out a way out of here.
  1849. Schmidt wheels right up to my fucking face and says, "I know what you're thinking: Maybe I should have taken the blue pill."
  1850. Don't ask me how it happened, but we're out on Kinzie right now getting ready to Segway joust. I'm so fucking fucked.
  1851. Holy fuck. You don't quite understand pain until you've been knocked on your ass by a nerd on a Segway.
  1852. Schmidt's just wheeling back and forth, yelling, "YOU WANT SOME MORE, BITCH?" I assure you that I didn't even want it the first fucking time
  1853. Now Schmidt's giving a speech that Axelrod says is from the movie "300," but I wouldn't know, cause I'm not a fucking nerd.
  1854. I have no idea what he's even saying, but Axelrod tells me when Schmidt gets to the line, "Madness? THIS IS GOOGLE!" We need to fucking run.
  1855. Running. Holy fuck, we're running. And we're being pursued by 300 fucking geeks. Geeks with motherfucking swords.
  1856. Hiding out under the LaSalle bridge. We can hear the fucking Google Segways overhead, but figure they'll run out of batteries eventually.
  1857. You know, shit like this never happened back when I was a fucking dancer.
  1858. Made it back to the igloo. Eric Schmidt and his fucking Google Goons finally wheeled away when they realized they were missing Stargate SG1.
  1859. You know what this day needs? A motherfucking debate. Here we go.
  1860. I swear to fucking god, there are more people asking questions than answering them in this debate.
  1861. Wait a second: What the fuck is a nanotechnology again? Just really small shit?
  1862. And also: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?
  1863. Holy fuck, we're saved: invest in nanotech and hardware stores. Can I just walk out? Is that allowed?
  1864. We can answer questions just based on reviews we've read about shit? That's awesome, because I have Yelp fucking ready to go. LET'S DO THIS.
  1865. Where have I been scared in this city? HOLY FUCK THIS IS THE DUMBEST FUCKING DEBATE EVER.
  1866. You know what? Quaxelrod was right: Everyone in this race is motherfucking crazy.
  1867. End of a stupid fucking debate means it's time to get stupid fucking drunk.
  1868. Dear coffee, you are the motherfucking greatest of all of mankind's inventions.
  1869. So now we have to endure Chico strutting around like a motherfucking peacock because he's only losing by 30 points, huh?
  1870. Axelrod's doing TV this morning, which is a bummer because he was going to help fortify the igloo for the coming melt. Fuck.
  1871. Hambone brought in today's itinerary: Some motherfucking map company. Great. More fucking nerds.
  1872. For all the nerds I've put up with this week, I'd better spend every fucking day next week being dunked by Derrick Rose.
  1873. I have completely run out of shit to say to nerds. Maybe I'll just give them a word problem and be done with this fucking bullshit.
  1874. If someone could actually tell me what this motherfucking company actually does, that'd be a big fucking help. Everywhat?
  1875. Carl the Intern is trying to explain it to me, but if he says "geo"-anything one more fucking time, I'm walking out.
  1876. I'm geolocating my ass out of this fucking place. Here's to a motherfucking geek-free weekend.
  1877. Adrian Holovaty
    @alykat Ha, yes, I was wondering what @MayorEmanuel would write about the @everyblock visit.
  1878. @adrianholovaty thanks for hosting, and for promising that nerd isn't motherfucking contagious. Still going to for a second opinion.
  1879. Daniel X. O'Neil
    Hey @MayorEmanuel: Hambone left a little present in the corner over here -- might want to send someone to pick it up, k?
  1880. @juggernautco He's a good puppy. I knew he left it there. Just be glad I didn't light it on fucking fire first.
  1881. Oh my fucking god, it is not goddamn snowing again, is it?
  1882. Carl the Intern is sketching out designs for an airplane that we can fly up into these fucking snow clouds. It's motherfucking payback time.
  1883. Problem is, I'm not entirely sure you can build an airplane out of the shit in my motherfucking crawlspace. FUCK YOU, INACCESSIBLE CLOUDS.
  1884. Snow stopped, week's done, MOTHERFUCKING BEER O'CLOCK, BITCHES.
  1885. Karaoke in the igloo tonight. Shit's gonna get fucking nuts. Penny Pritzker's bringing her golden karaoke machine.
  1886. Axelrod shotgunned a beer and launched right into "Hot Blooded." Motherfucking karaoke night rules.
  1887. Carl the Intern is absolutely fucking killing it on "Tiny Dancer." He said it was for someone special. I wonder who that is?
  1888. Axelrod. Pritzker. "Islands in the Stream." That is what they motherfucking are.
  1889. Everyone's cheering and telling me to and I'm just playing it fucking coy. Then I grab the mic and yell, "DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE??"
  1890. "YOU'RE IN THE MOTHERFUCKING JUNGLE, BABY!" And let me tell you, at that point on this igloo is on fucking fire.
  1891. We're all singing and I'm up on Axelrod's shoulders and my head is scraping against the snow ceiling, and I don't fucking care.
  1892. This whole fucking world can lick "MY, MY, MY SERPENTINE!"
  1893. Quaxelrod is quacking his way through motherfucking "No Sleep 'Till Brooklyn." Honestly, the verses are tripping him up a little.
  1894. Penny's going solo on Cee Lo's "Fuck You," and she's amazing. Take that, Gwyneth--you fucking ruined Glee forever.
  1895. Axelrod just stood up, poured a little out for dead homies, and started singing "Every Rose Has Its Thorn." A-fucking-mazing.
  1896. And now we're all singing "Power of Love," arms clasped around each other's necks, and fuck all of you assholes, I fucking love my friends.
  1897. 28 degrees? HOLY FUCK, IT'S SUMMERTIME.
  1898. This is the first motherfucking morning in a hundred years where I'm not going to end up frozen to a commuter while shaking hands at the El.
  1899. Summer loving: We're grilling the fucking coffee this morning. Hickory motherfucking smoked.
  1900. 29 degrees now? This bitch breaks above freezing, and we're hitting the fucking beach.
  1901. THIRTY MOTHERFUCKING THREE DEGREES. WE FUCKING MADE IT, CHICAGO!
  1902. Huh. This whole "living in an igloo" thing is about to get super fucking wet, isn't it?
  1903. I ate a fucked-up chicken salad sandwich today, and I've been dealing with my own personal mayoral runoff ever since.
  1904. HOLY FUCK: We have achieved near-total structural failure of this motherfucking igloo. Abandon goddamn ship.
  1905. We're fucking surfing the remains of the igloo. You served us well, our cold, snowy friend.
  1906. It's absolutely fucking incredible outside. Axelrod's busted out the Speedo, and we're all motherfucking jealous.
  1907. Seriously, if you're not outside right now, you're clearly a fucking asshole.
  1908. We are grilling every motherfucking thing we can get our hands on. Come over, it's fucking awesome.
  1909. We pulled a Slip n Slide up from the crawlspace. Wet and wild, motherfuckers! Best fucking day ever.
  1910. Quaxelrod is soaring around this beautiful blue fucking sky. He's as free as a bird now.
  1911. Margaritas son jodidamente increĆ­ble cierto ahora.
  1912. Fuck you, sun! Don't fucking set on us, you fucking gas-bastard.
  1913. Our Grammy party got ruined when we remembered that the Grammys are motherfucking awful.
  1914. We're cleaning a few dozen cans worth of pork n beans off the floor of the crawlspace. Escaped in such a hurry last week, we fucking forgot.
  1915. Hambone, it should be said, is in fucking heaven. That little dog has probably eaten six cans' worth himself. What could go wrong with that?
  1916. Carl the Intern's Valentine's surprise was to dye the coffee red. It looks like we're fucking drinking blood.
  1917. Axelrod's fucking into the blood-coffee "It's like I'm Edward."
  1918. I'm trying to track down a bouquet of nobody-gives-a-fuck for Braun. Fuck me if the florists aren't going to be swamped.
  1919. There's a motherfucking debate on Valentines Day? How fucking romantic.
  1920. Couldn't find the flowers for Braun. Settled for a box of in-two-weeks-everyone's-going-to-fucking-forget-about-you-again.
  1921. Valentine for Chico: On the front is a kitty holding a paper heart. Inside it says, "Let's go, asshole. Fuck you, Rahm."
  1922. I keep starting a card for Del Valle, and then I get about eight percent done and wonder why I'm even fucking bothering.
  1923. Debate prep: Axelrod's Chico, Carl the Intern in my wife's wedding dress is Braun, Hambone is Del Valle. Quaxelrod? Carol fucking Marin.
  1924. To be honest, the duck is kicking all of our asses with these fucking questions.
  1925. Quaxelrod is clearly angling for a news anchor gig, with all his feathered fucking showboating on these debate prep questions.
  1926. Fuck this, I'm prepped. How hard can it be: schools, budget, cops, how fucking crazy Braun is. Done, done, done, and done.
  1927. OK, Carol Marin, let's motherfucking debate this shit.
  1928. Next debate, we should do this shit with motherfucking muppets. Del Valle would look incredible.
  1929. Braun's zombie smile is fucking incredible. When I'm mayor, I'm appointing her to the committee of motherfucking crazy smiles.
  1930. Basic debate strategy: Sit back and let everyone else motherfucking destroy each other. Chico Tea Party endorsement, go!
  1931. So far Quaxelrod's prep questions were spot-fucking on. My "gotcha" should be about bread crumbs in the parks. Fucking ready.
  1932. Motherfucking motherfuck, that question had nothing to do with motherfucking bread crumbs. My ass hurts.
  1933. I hope Jody Weiss isn't doing his normal Monday-night drinking game on his name, because he's fucking gone by now.
  1934. You know what's pathetic? That 70% of this debate is about corruption. Motherfucking Chicago, you're a hard fucking city to love sometimes.
  1935. Personally, I was hoping we could talk a little more about motherfucking musical theater. Spamalot, bitches.
  1936. Fucking goddamn done with that bullshit. VALENTINES NIGHT COMMENCE.
  1937. Drinking the Carol Marin: bourbon, lemon syrup, bitters, sparkling wine. Delicious, and it'll kick your fucking ass.
  1938. Sufficiently drunk to move on to the highlight of my Valentines' night: Throwing chunks of slush into the fucking lake.
  1939. Motherfucking coffee, you're all I fucking need today.
  1940. 50 Wards, 50 hours. Whoever the fuck thought of this is most definitely going on the cock-punch list.
  1941. I just visited my hundredth motherfucking El stop. One fucking week more of this shit and then all the pain goes away.
  1942. This would be a lot more tolerable if it was 50 wards in 50 minutes. Just gun the fucking Civic and fly through all of them.
  1943. Upside of this fucking 50 Wards concept: Pretty much every goddamn stop is a coffee shop. 50 motherfucking cups, let's go.
  1944. Another upside: Can really flesh out my "Wards that are pieces of shit" list.
  1945. Quaxelrod's giving me fucking grief about the lack of ponds in every ward. There's a motherfucking lake--appreciate that.
  1946. It would be motherfucking awesome if we weren't changing a tire in front of an old folks' home in the 40th Ward right now.
  1947. That's it, it's time for a Ward-off. 44 surrounded me with adorable children. The fuck you got, 36?
  1948. Got word that the 20th Ward has built a pit filled with fun-sized candy bars for me to jump in. Fucking top that, 27th.
  1949. Jackpot: petting zoo in the 43rd Ward! You are so fucking fucked, 34th.
  1950. MOTHERFUCKING BABY GOAT ALERT. Holy fuck, it's so goddamn cute it hurts.
  1951. It's no baby goats, but the 42nd Ward had a pretty good comeback: They're all giving me piggy back rides. Fucking amazing!
  1952. Holy shit, Ward 26--a human-sized Italian Beef. I'm getting motherfucking dipped!
  1953. Word has it the 35th has set up a miniature Tokyo and has a big Godzilla suit for me to stomp it all with. Can't fucking wait!
  1954. Prize to the first ward that will just let me lie down and take a fucking nap. Maybe push the bed around a little, sing a song.
  1955. alison cuddy
    @MayorEmanuel could you DM me? I have a proposal for you!
  1956. @wbezacuddy I've got eight hundred and forty-eight motherfucking reasons why that isn't going to happen.
  1957. Hot air balloon in the 22nd ward. I can see motherfucking Joliet from up here!
  1958. Bumper boats in the 24th ward. You're in the motherfucking drink, Axelrod!
  1959. Holy fuck: the 28th Ward stole all the remaining snow from the 24th and build a huge luge run! LUGE MOTHERFUCKERS, LUGE!
  1960. Holy fuck, we're dragging that muffler down the motherfucking street, aren't we? I see fucking sparks out the back window.
  1961. Thanks, 29th Ward, for fixing our muffler! Too bad the 31st Ward just smoked your fucking ass with a block-long banana split.
  1962. Driving around these wards would be a whole lot fucking less boring if the goddamn radio in Axelrod's Civic wasn't busted.
  1963. I swear to fucking god, I will donate $2500 to the charity of your choice if you can come and fix this motherfucking radio.
  1964. Ward 39 made a motherfucking mashed potato Sears Tower. It even has working elevators. Fucking incredible!
  1965. The next motherfucking ward I visit had better have a fucking swimming pool filled with whiskey.
  1966. Ward 41 came through with a motherfucking gin jacuzzi. Haven't sat in one of these since Thanksgiving at Ari's.
  1967. Hide-n-seek in the crawlspace. I am stuffed so far into this fucking box of baby clothes that nobody is every going to find me.
  1968. I can hear them calling my name out there, but fuck it. I can lie stiller than the fucking lake on a windless night.
  1969. There's a couple picture books in this box if I get bored. And a big fucking stack of cloth diapers, so I'm good on that end too.
  1970. But here's the thing: I could stay in this box all fucking night, and you know who I am at the end it? An asshole in a box.
  1971. GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING TYPOS.
  1972. So really, what the fuck was the point of getting in this goddamn box in the first place? Oh right: because it's a motherfucking game.
  1973. So you fucking play the game the way it's played, right? Isn't that the whole motherfucking point of hide n seek: to not be found?
  1974. Fuck it: HIDE AND SEEK, MOTHERFUCKERS. I'll get out of this goddamn box of baby clothes when I'm motherfucking ready.
  1975. Which, admittedly, might be kind of soon because I think I just heard Axelrod pop a fucking beer.
  1976. Fell asleep inside this box. Have the worst fucking crick in my back and can't really move. Uh, Axelrod? Carl? Hambone? Quaxelrod? Anyone?
  1977. There was a shift in the night, and there's something on top of this box now. I can't get it open. Fucking trapped. With no coffee.
  1978. Everyone else must be on day two of my wards tour. Which maybe is a blessing, because today is all the shitty wards. Looking at you, 14th.
  1979. But really, there are only so many times a guy can read "Pat the Bunny," and this pile of cloth diapers is getting fucking short.
  1980. I am so motherfucking hungry that I might eat this motherfucking jar of fermented baby food I found.
  1981. Ate it. And holy fucking fuck, I swear to god the bunny on the cover of that book just winked at me.
  1982. OK, nobody fucking panic, but this box is definitely getting fucking bigger.
  1983. I remember packing this box, and don't remember fitting and entire field of fucking wheat in here. But that's what I'm standing in.
  1984. Someone just ran by me in this wheat field. He was running fucking fast. All I saw was the number 34. Sweetness?
  1985. Definitely Sweetness. He ran by again, this time with the Pat the Bunny bunny on his back. The fucking bunny turned and said "follow me."
  1986. I have the distinct fucking feeling that this is going to be a long motherfucking day.
  1987. We've been running through this wheat field for fucking hours now. It's so hot, I ripped a sleeve off my shirt to wipe away the sweat.
  1988. We've reached a clearing, and Sweetness turns and says, "We're here." It's a huge motherfucking tower made out of dibs chairs.
  1989. That fucking bunny hops off Payton's back and scampers up the tower, and Sweetness turns and says, "We've run together as far as we can."
  1990. I turn and say, "I don't know what to do," but Sweetness is already gone, the dulcet tones of the Superbowl Shuffle all that's fucking left.
  1991. Well, it's either walk back through that field of wheat or climb up this tower of dibs furniture. Motherfuck it, let's head up.
  1992. I'm probably a mile up this motherfucking tower of milk crates and lawn chairs. All I can see in every direction is wheat ringed by water.
  1993. I've reached a landing, though the tower still fucking rises above. A door opens, and the disembodied head of Marshall Field floats out.
  1994. You know what? Field may be a motherfucking disembodied head, but he still looks fucking classy. Dapper tie dangling down.
  1995. Field's fucking luminescent mouth opens and he speaks: "If you want to run this city, there's some things you need to know."
  1996. "This city burned once. The screams still haunt me. But my friends and I built it back." His head is floating fucking circles around me.
  1997. "The river, it used to bubble with poison. It killed scores. My friends and I, we reversed it." I'm getting fucking dizzy.
  1998. "At the end of all that horror, we built a city of dreams, my friends and I. They said we couldn't. We did." I'm going to be fucking sick.
  1999. "It's a city that doesn't quit. It's a city that never stops believing." And he's humming some fucking tune I can't place.
  2000. And I can feel myself passing out when Marshall Field floats right up to me, looks me in the fucking eyes and says: "He's looking for you."
  2001. WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING FU...
  2002. ..CK. I blacked out there. My motherfucking head is pounding. There's that fucking bunny again, climbing ever upward. Here we go.
  2003. We're up above the clouds now. Looking down is just a sea of pink fluff. Actually, it looks motherfucking delicious.
  2004. It's motherfucking beautiful up here, the sun making this tower of junk glow with the righteous power of millions of saved parking spaces.
  2005. I've climbed up to anther landing. Up here, the motherfucking heart of Studs Turkel is shining like a fucking beacon.
  2006. A figure walks in front of the heart, its bright light still filtering through his translucent form. "Thumbs up, my friend." Siskel!
  2007. Gene Siskel's smile compete's with the light of Studs' heart. His thumbs are fucking enormous.
  2008. He's floating just slightly above the ground, but Siskel speaks with fucking gravity: "Studs' heart beats for all Chicagoans."
  2009. "Their shoulders are broad, but their hearts are fragile. You have to feel the pulse of the city," and he waves me towards the fucking heart
  2010. I'm hugging the glowing fucking heart of Studs Turkel, and it's wet and it's bright, and I can feel all of you beat inside it.
  2011. And now Siskel is trying to pull me away with his giant fucking thumbs, but I want to stay holding this glowing heart forever.
  2012. "We don't have much time," Siskel's yanking me backwards now, and my chest feels fucking hollow as he does it.
  2013. "Look, there's something you need to know, about you. About this..." but my eyes are fucking blurred, and I can feel myself falling.
  2014. Landed. And I'm in a white room, and there's music playing softly. And there's no wheat, and no dibs tower. There's no fucking anything.
  2015. And out of the wall, just right there out of it, like it didn't exist at all, walks Curtis Mayfield. He's wearing a beautiful fucking suit.
  2016. And he's singing, really quietly, but it's beautiful. A slow version of "It's All Right." And I close my eyes, and I know that it is.
  2017. And he's putting his hand on my arm, the one that has the sleeve missing, and for the first time in fucking months, I just feel calm.
  2018. And the Pat the Bunny bunny comes running over, and hops into my arms. And he's so motherfucking soft, I could pat him forever.
  2019. And Curtis is just humming now and the bunny is so fucking soft. And you know what, if this is it, this is pretty fucking good.
  2020. But then Curtis says, in that beautiful fucking voice of his, "This isn't the kind of story where it turns out you're dead."
  2021. "You've got of life still ahead of you. Especially if you don't eat old shit you find in a box." Curtis fucking right on on that one.
  2022. "And there are a lot more stories still to tell. Just don't tell them with cheap-ass 'they were all dead' endings." I fucking won't, Curtis.
  2023. "But my brother, it's not life, or stories, that I want to talk about. It's my city. It's Chicago." I'm starting to feel fucking woozy again
  2024. "Chicago is hurting. I can feel it," and he opens his suit and inside is no body, but the motherfucking skyline itself.
  2025. And Curtis Mayfield points to the fucking skyline inside his chest and he says, "It needs someone, someone to hold it, someone to love it."
  2026. And suddenly Curtis is singing again, just slow and low, and I can fucking feel the dance come back to me, and then we're dancing together.
  2027. And then Curtis leans in really fucking close and, in a whisper, he says, "There's something else you should know, man."
  2028. And he stops dancing and looks right at me and says, so quietly it's almost fucking inaudible, "He's looking for you."
  2029. And I can't even ask "who" before he he says, "You have to go, man. You have to go right now." And I can feel myself being pulled away...
  2030. And I'm flying backwards fucking fast, but I hear Curtis yell out "NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS, MAN. WHAT IF YOU'RE NOT YOU?"
  2031. Axelrod and Carl the Intern are pulling me out of the box. "We heard you screaming from the 19th Ward." I love my fucking friends.
  2032. Today coffee is a steaming cup of fucking awesome.
  2033. All day prep for the final debate tonight on a hangover from hell. Someone keep the coffee motherfucking coming.
  2034. An entire morning of prepping for an ass fucking of a debate. Every candidate's last chance to get a shot in. Fuck me.
  2035. I swear to fucking god, the prep in the afternoon may as well just be Fight-Club style: free fucking hits, come and get 'em.
  2036. Axelrod thought that sounded like a good idea, and just took a swing at me. So I'll be the candidate on stage with a shiner.
  2037. Debate prep: How to deflect all oncoming assaults from other candidates, up to and including being set on fire. Stop, drop and fucking roll.
  2038. Debate prep: If I'm challenged to a motherfucking duel, do it with swords not pistols.
  2039. Debate prep: If it turns into a running race, my size gives me a distinct advantage in the 50 and 100. Distance may be a fucking problem.
  2040. Debate prep: In a pickup game, if it looks like Chico's going in for a dunk, it's better to draw the foul by throwing a fucking elbow.
  2041. Debate prep: If we end up in a dance-off, those other motherfuckers are fucking done. Black Swan, bitches!
  2042. Debate prep: If someone wheels in that Jeopardy-playing computer, I've got a motherfucking hammer at the ready.
  2043. Holy shit, have you been outside yet? It's fucking warm! Let's do the debate outside, pool-party style.
  2044. Jesus fucking Christ, it's fucking nuts with puddles out here.
  2045. Who thought inviting 2000 people to this last debate was a good idea? Might as well have built the fucking Thunderdome.
  2046. Also, it's fucking disappointing that the League of Women Voters aren't going to let us come in with pyro and entrance music. What the fuck.
  2047. I'm walking around backstage just headfaking the fuck out of everyone.
  2048. Wait a second--Del Valle has a motherfucking ventriloquist's dummy... nobody told me there was a fucking talent portion!
  2049. OK, bitches. Let's debate this shit. This shit is so fucking ON.
  2050. She might be completely motherfucking crazy, but Braun's new haircut is fierce.
  2051. Hambone is still fucking pissed at me for the dog grooming tax. He's been getting extra walks to make up for it.
  2052. I am still 100 percent fucking positive that this debate would be way fucking better if we were using muppets.
  2053. I'm working on a sudoku when the camera's off me, and Jesus fucking Christ, it's making me fucking nuts.
  2054. Oh good, we've reached the "everyone shit on Rahm" part of the debate. It's cool, I'll go get my motherfucking raincoat.
  2055. I'm so glad I'm wearing my unicorn T-shirt under this suit. When I get down, I just think of that golden fucking horn, and I feel better.
  2056. I want to hire Del Valle to read me bedtime stories. He opens his mouth and a motherfucking Therm-a-rest mattress comes out.
  2057. If a casino actually ends up in Chicago, I swear to god, I'll never see Axelrod again. Slot fucking jockey.
  2058. Of all the debates I've been to, I think that Ron Majors, Captain Boring, and Fake Arianna Huffington are doing a pretty fucking good job.
  2059. LAST DEBATE OF THE MOTHERFUCKING RACE, I MADE YOU MY BITCH.
  2060. Ron Majors, motherfucking beer me.
  2061. Axelrod and I just loaded the Civic up with beer. We're heading out to Rockford to fucking party with the exiled Wisconsin Democrats.
  2062. Holy shit, Rockford sucks. But these Wisconsin Dems are fucking awesome. Beer bongs and waterslides, bitches.
  2063. Hey Wisconsin, fuck you for winning the Superbowl, but your motherfucking Senators are bad-ass.
  2064. Feingold just showed up with a case of whiskey and a couple of pool noodles. This motherfucking party's going all night.
  2065. Axelrod fucking owns this waterslide. He's fucking up there, calling out types of cheeses, and sending senators flying down. "Fontina!"
  2066. Waterslides, Feingold, beer brats, whiskey, and some motherfucking crazy-ass Wisconsin Senators. I FUCKING LOVE MY LIFE.
  2067. Choking down coffee in a Mobil station on the way back from Rockford. It's like drinking motherfucking rotgut.
  2068. Up all night last night and this coffee is not fucking helping at all. Five more days of this motherfucking campaign.
  2069. Holy fuck, by the end of this weekend my shaking hand might just fall clean off.
  2070. In strategy sessions all morning. It's four fucking days people, how hard can it be? Show up places, shake hands, don't be an ass.
  2071. Axelrod shot down my plan: Greet voters in a little booth under the Bean, because shit looks fucking CRAZY down there.
  2072. He also won't let me hang a tire swing from the Hancock Building or sleep in the dolphin tank at the Shedd. Four days of fucking suck.
  2073. 5:00! Motherfucking Friday fucking night starts right goddamn now.
  2074. Lakeview Greg
    So @MayorEmanuel wont follow a fuckin person. Tweet dead mfuckin fish at him!
  2075. @LakeviewGreg why on gods motherfucking green earth would I follow any of you assholes?
  2076. HOLY FUCK, THE MOON IS MOTHERFUCKING ENORMOUS.
  2077. I am the motherfucking donut king this morning.
  2078. Hey Boehner--fuck you, you stupid orange fuck.
  2079. OK, you sunny, chilly Saturday, prepare to get fucked.
  2080. With all the snow melted, it takes Hambone about an hour to make it around one fucking block because of the mountains of shit he can sniff.
  2081. This city is at its absolute ugliest when the snow melts. Fucking drifts of weeks-old Cheeto bags and Snickers wrappers.
  2082. Motherfucking canoe races in Washington Park. Quaxelrod is smoking everyone's ass.
  2083. Girl Scouts on Cottage Grove! I am going to fuck up this box of Samoas!
  2084. Jesus fucking Christ, Samoa crash. I can't even fucking move.
  2085. Nancy Dornan Ahnell
    @MayorEmanuel They're Caramel Delights now. Box that says Samoas gotta be pretty old. You'll be dreaming of Siskel's enormous thumb.
  2086. @Dornando If I had the energy to lift this box, I could assure you that you're fucking wrong, you dumb fuck.
  2087. Coffee! You are motherfucking wonderful! Let me carry you gently in my goddamn belly!
  2088. Carl the Intern has been training a legion of volunteers this week. Chicago, prepare to get motherfucking hang tagged.
  2089. Carl calls them The InternCorps, they're all wearing these fucking green rings. "We'll be fine, as long as Chico's not wearing yellow."
  2090. Holy shit, the crawlspace is flooding! MOTHERFUCK YOU RAIN!
  2091. Spent the morning bailing out the crawlspace. Our sleeping bags are fucking soaked. Just fucking perfect.
  2092. Quaxelrod's fucking loving it though, bobbing his way around all the board games and action figures floating around down there.
  2093. Lynn Sweet thinks she's being cute publishing that old photo of me in a leotard. MOTHERFUCKING DANCE OFF, LYNN. LET'S GO.
  2094. Lunch with the Jesse White Tumblers. This gray fucking day just got a whole lot brighter.
  2095. It's too wet to tumble outside, so the Tumblers have set up their mats and springboard here in the motherfucking restaurant. Yes!
  2096. The Tumblers are fucking amazing, flying right over the people eating. Each flip brings them closer to the ceiling. Beautiful!
  2097. Now everyone's fucking cheering--Jesse White, the Tumblers, the people eating--and one of the Tumblers calls out, "The runway's all yours!"
  2098. And everyone's cleared the way, made a space for me to run at the fucking springboard. And now I'm running as fast as I can.
  2099. AND I'M FLYING THROUGH THE AIR AND I WISH THIS MOMENT COULD LAST FOR FUCKING EVER.
  2100. And I hit the mat and stick the landing and everyone's cheering except Jesse White who just gives me this awesome fucking two-finger point.
  2101. Two more motherfucking days of this campaign, and if flying through the air free as a bird is the best there is, well I'll fucking take it.
  2102. Now let's go dump some fucking Chico signs in potholes brimming with dogshit-infused rainwater runoff.
  2103. Lynn Sweet
    @MayorEmanuel....Me being cute? Just reporting. Anyway...up for an interview?
  2104. @lynnsweet Fuck that shit. Dance-off or nothing, Lynn--you first.
  2105. Lynn Sweet
    @MayorEmanuel.... Danceoff? When? Please tweet a reply that does not have the F word in it so i can retweet to my followers...
  2106. @lynnsweet You don't want to mess with the black swan, bitch.
  2107. Duck-taped a TV to the ceiling of the crawlspace and found some pool floats to sleep on. It's like living inside a fucking waterbed: amazing
  2108. Paul Gamboa
    @MayorEmanuel is duck tape made out of Quaxlerod or did you mean duct tape?
  2109. @paulgamboa who fucking died and made you the Home Depot?
  2110. We're just bobbing around in this flooded crawlspace flipping between repeats of Martin and news from motherfucking Wisconsin.
  2111. And maybe it's the fucking beer talking, but I see those shots from inside the fucking rotunda, and I just get weepy.
  2112. I mean, yeah, all those people are fucked, but they're going to fucking go down fighting. Also important: Martin Lawrence is hilarious.
  2113. Also: We've got our beer down under the floodwater, and Quaxelrod dives down when we need new cans. Ice fucking cold.
  2114. Floating in my basement, watching TV with friends, drinking cold beer, 34 hours before polls open: fucking living the dream.
  2115. Fucking shit fuck. Motherfucking overslept on the last fucking full day of campaigning.
  2116. Hambone just brought the schedule: (1) shake 10,000 voters' hands (2) pick up Ari from the airport (3) keep Ari away from voters. Fuck.
  2117. Let's just keep the motherfucking coffee coming, non-fucking stop.
  2118. When I run for reelection, I'm having a motherfucking hand-shaking robot built.
  2119. Carl the Intern and Axelrod are directing the InterCorps from "the command center"--a laptop and a map in the backseat of the fucking Civic.
  2120. Asked Carl how things were going, and he said "In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight." The fuck does that mean?
  2121. Then he had to go running back to the Civic because Axelrod called out that "We need more Corps in sector 2814." What the fuck?
  2122. Fuck you, snow. Nobody fucking wants you here. Go the fuck away.
  2123. I've said it before, but I'll say it again: Whoever thought it was a good idea to have an election in February was a fucking asshole.
  2124. The snow's delayed Ari's plane for a couple hours. Probably best if it were delayed until motherfucking Wednesday.
  2125. Wrapped in a blanket while riding shotgun in the Civic on the way to get Ari from the airport. The wind is cold through the missing window.
  2126. "Nice blanket, Linus. Fix the fucking airport once your mayor, OK asshole?" Motherfucking Ari. My brother's here.
  2127. "How come every news clip I see of you, you're acting like a giant walking hernia?" He's here for two fucking days.
  2128. "I had no clue that the prerequisite for running for mayor was chopping your balls off." We're stuck in fucking stop and go traffic.
  2129. "Hey, how come your fucking radio doesn't work? What kind of piece of shit car is this?" And I can see Axelrod turning red.
  2130. "Fucking Spielberg alone gave you enough to buy a fucking Beemer, and you're driving around in this shit?" Uh oh--Axelrod's pulling off.
  2131. And now we're all standing outside and Axelrod's yelling "LET'S GO, ASSHOLE!" at Ari. He really loves his fucking car.
  2132. They're down in the snow, pummeling each other. And I don't even notice the figure behind me until the bag's already over my head. Fuck.
  2133. I'm fucking gasping when the bag comes off. We've been driving around for an hour, clearly trying to confuse me. It worked.
  2134. I'm still blinking, and the light is grinding a migrate into being, when I hear a voice fucking boom out from above me.
  2135. "Sorry for the drama, but it's not like I could just invite you over here for tea." My fucking eyes start to come into focus.
  2136. I pull my head up from the marble floor and there, standing above me, is the massive fucking frame of Mayor Daley.
  2137. Daley helps me up, his hands fucking envelop my arms completely. "Sorry again, but we needed to talk tonight. Can't take chances."
  2138. "Look, there are some things you need to know. " I'm here! In his office! In City fucking Hall!
  2139. "So the toilet, just down the hall, you need to jiggle the handle after you flush." Daley's not really making eye contact.
  2140. "And Magdalena, she cleans up on alternating nights. If you have shit you don't want thrown out, make sure you put it away."
  2141. "And I've made a little calendar of all the secretaries' birthdays. Don't forget." If I didn't know better, I'd think Daley was welling up.
  2142. And suddenly Daley's tears are gone, and they're replaced by anger. "Don't fuck all this up. There's so much more than you know."
  2143. And Daley's gesturing for me to follow him, and suddenly we're out a window and heading up a motherfucking fire escape.
  2144. We're on the roof of City Hall. The wind is fucking strong and the snow stings when it hits my face. Daley heads into a glass dome.
  2145. It's so warm and beautiful in the dome--green everywhere--and the air is pungent with the smell of... is that fucking celery?
  2146. Daley fucking plucks a stalk. "Care for these. Let flowers bloom. Dry them. Harvest the seeds. Grind them. Mix with salt."
  2147. He hands me a small pinch of powder and the sharp taste of celery salt crosses my lips. "Our legacy," he says, and points to the stalks.
  2148. And it's then that I notice for the first fucking time that, nestled amid the stalks of celery are three modest headstones.
  2149. Daley points to the headstones. "They're here with us, always. Harrison, Washington, Dad." He chokes up on that last one.
  2150. I search the ground for three small pebbles. Daley's fucking silent while I place one on each of the gravestones.
  2151. "It blooms year-round, thanks to them," he says quietly. And we're just looking, standing, breathing the thick moist air. Together.
  2152. "There's something else." Daley breaks the silence, his voice cracking just a fucking little. He flips a switch on the wall.
  2153. There's a whirring sound and then, up from the center of the dome rises an oversized charcoal grill. What the fuck?
  2154. "The mayor doesn't just run Chicago," Daley says, walking over to the grill. "You need to understand what's really at stake here."
  2155. Daley lifts the lid of the grill, his body straining under the weight. And suddenly I don't want to fucking know what's inside.
  2156. "There's not just one Chicago. There's not just one you. It's infinite. And we keep the portal," and he gestures for me to fucking look in.
  2157. And I look and... and it's Chicago--again and again. And tiny, in the corner, peering up at me, is... me. Thousands. Millions.
  2158. Except. Except something feels fucking wrong. "You notice it too," says Daley. "There's one you missing."
  2159. And Daley looks at me deadly fucking serious and says, "Which means there are two of you here, in this world, in this time."
  2160. "Which means," and he looks at me now there are fucking tears on his face, "that one of you won't survive this election."
  2161. And, before I can try to figure out what the fuck Daley's on about, the bag is back on my head, and everything goes black.
  2162. HOLY FUCK, if there's any fucking day in the world that I need coffee, it is this fucking day.
  2163. I'm drinking coffee and explaining everything that happened last night. Axelrod looks so surprised his fucking mustache might fall off.
  2164. Shia Kapos
    I really thought that was it, @MayorEmanuel. https://bitly.com/dMBAcD
  2165. @ShiaKapos Yeah, well don't believe everything you read in the fucking newspaper.
  2166. Carl the Intern's filled an entire fucking chalkboard with equations by the time I'm done talking. "Daley's right," is all he says.
  2167. And when he says it, Quaxelroad lets out the saddest fucking quack-moan you've ever heard a duck make.
  2168. "I don't know nothing about infinite fucking Chicagos," Axelrod says. "I only know this one. And polls have been open for an hour."
  2169. Axelrod's right. Whatever the motherfucking outcome, we've got a fucking election to win. LET'S DO THIS.
  2170.  
    @MayorEmanuel I think it is incumbent on you to at least tell me to fuck off. (Possibly over email: amadrigal[at]theatlantic.com)
  2171. @alexismadrigal I have a motherfucking election to win, and possibly a time vortex to dissolve into. You think I have fucking time to reply?
  2172. Anyone that isn't voting today because of the snow is a motherfucking asshole. Or an invalid--OK, you've got a good excuse.
  2173. Fifteen motherfucking Get Out The Vote rallys and it's barely even noon. Might have to hold a Get Out The Nap rally later.
  2174. Get Out the Nap was exactly what was fucking needed. Now we're driving old people to the polls. Ari's hitting on most of them.
  2175. VOTE, BITCHES.
  2176. Carl the Intern wrote two speeches for me, one for winning and one for a runoff. There's a lot more motherfucking profanity in the latter.
  2177. The Fix
    If @rahmemanuel wins outright tonight, he should propose a cage match against @mayoremanuel for the keys to Chicago.
  2178. @TheFix Ran the idea past Carl the Intern. He says it would destroy the entire space/time continuum. Great fucking thinking, Einstein.
  2179. Sitting in the backseat of Axelrod's Civic practicing these fucking speeches. Quaxelrod's giving notes. So far, he's unimpressed.
  2180. Carl and the InternCorps are on balloon duty at the party space. Ari's over there too, rearranging fucking everything. Again.
  2181. Axelrod and Hambone are standing outside the Civic, Hambone's taking a shit, Axelrod's checking exit polls. There's a fucking metaphor.
  2182. Everyone's talking runoff, but I know it's a victory. My fingerstump disappeared this morning and now the rest of the hand is fucking going.
  2183. Time to head in to start watching results. I'm wearing a single glove over my invisible hand, motherfucking MJ style.
  2184. 7:00. Here goes motherfucking nothing.
  2185. Jesus fucking christ. Time to start fucking drinking. Axelrod--beer me!
  2186. Axelrod's in with the early results: 51 motherfucking percent. Still a long night, but SUCK ON THAT, CHICO.
  2187. FIFTY FOUR MOTHERFUCKING PERCENT, BITCHES.
  2188. The party is kicking the fuck off in the ballroom below. And I'm fucking seven beers in up here.
  2189. CNN FUCKING CALLS IT, BITCHES.
  2190. These motherfucking robotic vote counting machines are kind of fucking incredible, aren't they?
  2191. The big plan for tonight: We've got a champaign fountain from the top of the ballroom to the stage. I'm going to fucking ride down it.
  2192. Ari's on the mic bringing the fucking noise downstairs. Mainly just bitching out the caterers.
  2193. Quaxelrod's already taking motherfucking a fucking victory flap around the rafters of the ballroom.
  2194. STUPID FUCKS AT WGN CALLS IT TOO.
  2195. Hey Halpin, I'll give you until the end of the fucking night to start packing.
  2196. If you have a giant fucking pile of money and a bunch of dumb fucks running against you, DREAMS DO COME TRUE.
  2197. Just think about how much fucking more incredible this would feel if the Bears had won the Superbowl too.
  2198. Carl the Intern just ran in, with a notebook full of fucking numbers, his eyes wet with tears. "The time vortex: It'll close tomorrow."
  2199. Elected mayor tonight. Sucked into a time vortex tomorrow. Might as well KICK THIS PARTY OFF RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
  2200. Axelrod and I are double-fisting beers right now, smashing the empties on our foreheads. IT FEELS FUCKING GREAT TO BE ALIVE.
  2201. Fuck the fucking champagne slide, I'm just going to jump out of this fucking window and bodysurf to the fucking stage.
  2202. I'M FUCKING RIDING ON THE BODIES OF THE MEN AND WOMEN OF CHICAGO, AND I FUCKING LOVE EVERY ONE OF YOU.
  2203. Turns out crowdsurfing your way up to a stage takes a long fucking time. OK, victory speech--let's fucking do this.
  2204. Quaxelrod soars down from the balcony and lands gently on my shoulder. I stroke his downy fucking feathers and begin.
  2205. "FUCK YES CHICAGO! This has been a long fucking campaign. The other assholes didn't stand a chance, but they put up a good fight."
  2206. "The motherfuckers that contested my residency, you've got some great days ahead of you, I fucking promise you that."
  2207. "But to the rest of you, I've talked with a fuck-ton of you and I've learned about your resiliency, about your spirit."
  2208. "I've learned that this is Chicago and that CHICAGO DOESN'T FUCKING QUIT, NOT FUCKING EVER."
  2209. "I've slept in an igloo and I've slept in a crawlspace and I've slept under a bridge. But as long as I was asleep in Chicago, I didn't care.
  2210. "I've held the motherfucking pulsating heart of Chicago in my hands, and I know that it beats true."
  2211. "Through everything-- through assholes, through cockholes--I've had two things: The people of Chicago, and my fucking friends."
  2212. "And sure, to save the fucking world I have to disappear into a time vortex tomorrow. But being mayor is about making hard decisions."
  2213. "But tomorrow is tomorrow, and TONIGHT'S A FUCKING PARTY. LET'S GO CHICAGO!"
  2214. And I dive into the crowd, and their hands hold me up, and together we are fucking one.
  2215. Michelle Malkin
    Fake @MayorEmanuel 's f'in acceptance speech tweetstream is cracking me up.
  2216. @michellemalkin Just so we're perfectly fucking clear here: You're a crazy fucking shitwad. Enjoy your night.
  2217. This party's going to go all fucking night. Fuck you, tomorrow, you're just gonna have to wait.
  2218. Motherfucking coffee, I'm going to drink you like there's no goddamn tomorrow.
  2219. They'd better have coffee in the parallel fucking dimension I'm descending into tonight, or I'm breaking right back out.
  2220. We're sharing a cup together in the crawlspace, and I can tell that Axelrod's trying not to cry by the way his mustache fucking quivers.
  2221. Axelrod looks up, tears filling his eyes and says, simply, "don't go." Fucking time portals are a son of a bitch.
  2222. "There must be something we can do..." But there's not. Only things that fucking suck never end: look at laundry, or dishes.
  2223. And we hug, and I give Axelrod that look that asks, "Are you going to be OK?" And he gives me that look that says "Who fucking knows."
  2224. And we sit down and plan out one last, perfect, day: Lunch at Manny's, mooning Chico, tossing fucking bread to Quaxelrod.
  2225. Watching Axelrod eat at Manny's is like watching Da Vinci paint the motherfucking Mona Lisa: a work of art.
  2226. Driving around in Axelrod's Civic, doing loops around the block outside Chico's offices, my ass hanging out of the missing window, laughing.
  2227. Tossing bread to Quaxelrod under the Cortland street bridge. The view from here is motherfucking incredible.
  2228. Knowing I'm entering a time vortex tonight would be a lot more tolerable if I could get Journey's "Separate Ways" out of my fucking head.
  2229. Picked up Carl the Intern at Lane Tech, after his mathletes practice. Carl's first words: "There's not much time left." Motherfuck.
  2230. We're driving down Elston when, all of a fucking sudden Axelrod's radio starts working. It's playing that fucking Journey song!
  2231. And we've pulled the Civic over, turned up "Separate Ways," and we're fucking dancing out here on the motherfucking streets!
  2232. FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKING TIME VORTEX. I FUCKING LOVE DANCING WITH MY FRIENDS.
  2233. And then the sky fucking opens up on us, and there's chunks of ice flying down. And it's pretty clear that the party's over.
  2234. And I can see myself starting to fade out, and I hear Axelrod whispering the fucking Kaddish quietly to himself, tears streaming.
  2235. And that song's still playing from the car radio, on a never-fucking ending loop from hell.
  2236. Carl the Intern can't even make eye contact, but he's reaching out, and I touch his hand. And he says, "I love you," and I say "I know."
  2237. Quaxelrod flies over, and dips his little head, touching my fading shoe. Hambone just curls softly between my invisible legs.
  2238. I can see a thousand fucking skylines, and they are all as motherfucking glorious as the first, and I can feel the touch of my friends.
  2239. And now all I can hear is that music, and suddenly everything just fucking...