Sir Eaton Hogg, you have a beautiful wife, three gorgeous kids, and live in one of those nice houses with a yard. You could have spent the rest of your days on the links with Fossella and Capano. Instead, you chose to take on the one job in Brooklyn where you are simultaneously ignored and hated. Democrats outnumber Republicans like cars outnumber ten speeds on the Gowanus. Outside of Bay Ridge and Dyker Heights, Republicans appear as some kind of alien beings, with Bay Ridge Manor as their home planet. So, let’s just say, you have your work cut out for you.
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