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“What does the mayor really want more than anything else?”


I was able to steal the Blue Suit for a few hours earlier this week.

I took him to DeBlasi’s where I got him two extra-large meatball subs with extra cheese and sauce.

He ate them both in my car parked in the lot for the Dunkin’ Donuts on Broadway near city hall. He wolfed down the meatball subs like some of us drink a glass of water when we’re thirsty. No one saw us. I bought him coffee with Splendor and three honey-dipped donuts for dessert. The Blue Suit loves donuts. He gobbled them down.

“I love Crispy Cremes if you want to know the truth,” the Blue Suit confided in me as he wiped away crumbs from his pants.

“Who doesn’t love Crispy Cremes,” I replied.

“You know he’s been wearing me out?” the Blue Suit said about the mayor. “What’s worse is when he refuses to feed me properly,” he added. “He’s not eating as much as he used to, so I don’t get fed as much. He’s still heavy. It’s crazy bad for my pants when he sits down. I feel as though I am being crushed. It’s hard for me to breathe. He doesn’t care. I know he doesn’t. I know how he thinks. I know what he thinks about. I know who he wants to be and what makes him tick. It’s a real jumble up there” the Blue Suit said to me of the mayor.

“Let’s talk about those things for a few minutes,” I suggested.

“You say you know what he thinks about. Tell me, what does the mayor think about?” I asked.

“I know he thinks about you. You are definitely inside his head big time,” the Blue Suit said.

“Come on. He’s got to have something better to think about than me.” The Blue Suit chuckled.

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His disingenuousness has no boundaries”


“It was a tough week for me,” the mayor’s Blue Suit began during a discussion we shared Monday.

“You look terrible. What’s wrong?” I asked.

“He’s worn me over and over and over again. I’m hurting. I can’t stand it. He hurt me Sunday at his coffee hour when he slumped into his chair at city hall. He went down so hard into the chair I almost suffocated. The hurt wasn’t only physical. It was mental,” the Blue Suit added.

“Are you going to be OK?” I asked him.

“I don’t think so. The guy wearing me has no boundaries. I mean there are no boundaries to the mayor’s disingenuousness. I don’t mind the occasional outing but lately, he’s been on a tear. He is going to ruin me, like everything he touches. It isn’t just the wear and tear wearing me down. It is what he is about that gets me really down when I have to be around him all the time,” the Blue Suit added.

‘What exactly do you mean?” I replied.

“ I mean he’s a total fake. I don’t know how he can live with himself. His fakery has no boundaries.”

“Again, I am asking you. What do you mean?”

“Did you watch his state of the city address?”

“Yes. Of course,” I answered.

“Did you see the set-up?”

“Yes. Many people noticed the set-up. I assume you’re talking about the photograph of a Black man on the table behind him just over his right shoulder?” I answered the Blue Suit.

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The Blue Suit Speaks


The mayor’s Blue Suit and I talked earlier this week.

We covered a lot of ground. He began with a great story about how the mayor gets his clothes cleaning done for nothing with the cleaner he uses.

The best part of the story is how the mayor made the transition from where he was receiving his cleaning at a discount price to another cleaner who he goaded into doing it for nothing.

The Blue Suit told me the story word for word.

“I won’t say what cleaner he uses but the mayor gets his cleaning done for free,” the Blue Suit said to me.

“You know how he is. He wants everything for nothing. I grimace each time he fills up with gasoline at a local business and drives off without paying. At least he should give the attendant a tip. That’s not in him,” the Blue Suit added.

When we began talking many months back, the Blue Suit and I used to meet at a well – known cleaner in the city. But the mayor stopped using that cleaner when he went from demanding a discount to demanding that it be done for free.

That cleaner refused to do the mayor’s cleaning for free. He told him to leave the store.

“Fine,” the mayor said, the Blue Suit told me.

“I’ll get it done elsewhere where they’ll do it because I’m the mayor,” added the mayor, according to the Blue Suit.

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Mayor heads out of town…again


The mayor’s Blue Suit was singing a happy tune when I spoke with him Tuesday.

“I am so, so elated,” he said to me.

“What about, buddy?” I replied.

“He’s gone again. The mayor took off to Arizona yesterday. Yahoo!” the Blue Suit shouted.

“You may not think his vacations are right for the city and its people, but they are sure right for me,” he said, gloating just a bit. I had never heard him so happy.

“What if the mayor never came back? What if he went from Arizona to Las Vegas, and then from Vegas to Italy, and then from Italy back to Aruba? How would you feel about that?” I asked the Blue Suit.

“The longer he is away, the better it is, Josh.”

“Really?” I asked. “Who would be running the city?” “Are you kidding? The mayor’s chief of staff can handle everything and anything, and she does just that. I like her. She knows what she’s doing.”

“What’s her name?”

“Erin. Erin Devaney,” the Blue Suit replied. “She used to be the head of the Massachusetts Registry of Motor Vehicles. She’s smarter than the mayor. She knows what she’s doing.”

“She can’t be that smart,” I answered the Blue Suit. “How smart can she be working for the mayor? She’s put herself in a terrible position. There is no future in it. Working for him is a dead-end for everyone. There are no exceptions. How do you think she rationalizes working for the mayor?” I asked the Blue Suit.

“That’s easy, Josh.”

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The Blue Suit discusses the mayor’s Aruba trip


I don’t know whether he was joking with me or not, but the Blue Suit told me he recently talked to Boston Mayor Marty Walsh about Carlo taking off to Aruba for a little holiday getaway only moments after the governor pleaded with Massachusetts residents and leaders to stay at home. That was done with a mass e-mail to nearly everyone carrying a cell phone in Massachusetts.

Here’s how the Blue Suit put it to me.

“Carlo probably read the e-mail from the governor on his cell as he made his way to Logan Airport. Carlo’s cell, as we all know, is not a jail cell, it is his office that he holds in his hand and carries in his pocket. I can assure you; Carlo didn’t care what people would think because he believes people are idiots. He thinks the superintendent of schools is an idiot. Fred Capone is a loser and an idiot. Mike Marchese and his brother are idiots. Of course, they weren’t idiots when they supported him or saved his life when he got in trouble. Gerly Adrien is not just an idiot. She is a Black, an aggressive woman who doesn’t know her place in this city and she’s an idiot who he will crush.”

“OK. OK. OK.,” I said to the Blue Suit. “Does the mayor think I’m an idiot?” I asked.

“Are you serious?” the Blue Suit replied. “You’re not just an idiot but you are a fool, a failure, a disease worse than the COVID-19.”

“Does he say that about me?” I asked, pretending to be bothered.

“He says much worse,” the Blue Suit added.

“Like what? I want to know. Tell me,” I pleaded.

The Blue Suit paused.

“He relates you to your religion in the most disgusting, offensive way. But that’s his style. I know you understand.”

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