Good afternoon, Mr. Mayor

Cochrane mayor, Morgan Nagel.

Walking into the Royal Bank here today, I spotted our mayor, Morgan Nagel, sitting waiting for an appointment.

Naturally, I walked over.  "Good afternoon, Mr. Mayor," I said.  He greeted me warmly back.  There he was, alone, no entourage, no driver, no nothing.  He was simply approachable.  Naturally, I started chatting and told him how to run Cochrane.  Hahahaha!  Of course I did.  

He briefed me on what was happening on the issues I raised and actually told me mine were very good suggestions.  That's how Cochrane still runs.  A mayor you can talk to and a mayor who listens.

Can you imagine Olivia Chow being that accessible?  Can you imagine that clown Mark Sutcliffe chatting to the great unwashed?  My advice to Sutcliffe would have been to take a walk down the once-glorious and vibrant Rideau Street -- an avenue now ridden with vagrants, tents, drug addicts, beggars and people taking dumps outside stores, two hundred yards from Parliament Hill!

It's a disgrace and I'm sick of seeing posts of Sutcliffe glad handing at parties in Rockcliffe and Ottawa, while letting the city sink into rack and ruin.  The nerve of the man!

He should have stuck to radio and reading the news.  Ottawa has become unrecognizable.  Shame on you, Mayor Sutcliffe.  Shame, shame.