Joe Lhota admits that if he were mayor he wouldn’t have bothered trying to rescue those forlorn kittens stranded on the subway tracks. He would just have had them run over by tons of mutilating steel.
That jibes with his demonstrated philosophy of dealing with labor unions. It’s what endears him to senior management, comfy in climate-controlled office suites while their workers sweat bullets in pitch dark tunnels where every tour is a graveyard shift amongst electrocution and sundry other lethal environmental hazards, speeding trains and scurrying rats.
Don’t be tricked by this callous dyed-in-the wool overseer, even when he drops by your ethnic nabe during this electoral season to sample jerkies, knishes, kabobs, empanadas, pizza, gyros or whatever his handlers have on tap for him any given day.