In many countries, a Mayor (from the Latin māior, meaning "greater") is the highest ranking officer in the municipal government of a town or a large urban city.
In many municipal systems the mayor serves as chief executive officer and/or ceremonial official of many types of municipalities. Worldwide, there is a wide variance in local laws and customs regarding the powers and responsibilities of a mayor, as well as the means by which a mayor is elected or otherwise mandated.
In England, the mayor is the later descendant of the feudal lord's bailiff or reeve (see borough). The chief magistrate of London bore the title of portreeve for considerably more than a century after the Norman Conquest. This official was elected by popular choice, a privilege secured from King John. By the beginning of the twelfth century the title of portreeve gave way to that of mayor as the designation of the chief officer of London. The adoption of the title by other boroughs followed at various intervals. In the 19th century, in the United Kingdom, the Municipal Corporations Act 1882, Section 15, regulated the election of mayors. He was to be a fit person elected annually on 9 November by the council of the borough from among the aldermen or councillors or persons qualified to be such. His term of office was one year, but he is eligible for re-election. He may appoint a deputy to act during illness or absence, and such deputy must be either an alderman or councillor. A mayor who was absent from the borough for more than two months becomes disqualified and vacates his office. A mayor was ex officio a justice of the peace for the borough during his year of office and the next year. He received such remuneration as the council thought reasonable. These provisions have now been repealed.
William "Bill" Maher, Jr. ( /ˈmɑːr/; born January 20, 1956) is an American stand-up comedian, television host, political commentator, author, and actor. Before his current role as the host of HBO's Real Time with Bill Maher, Maher hosted a similar late-night talk show called Politically Incorrect originally on Comedy Central and later on ABC.
Maher is known for his political satire and sociopolitical commentary, which targets a wide swath of topics including religion, politics, bureaucracies of many kinds, political correctness, the mass media, greed among people and persons in positions of high political and social power, and the lack of intellectual curiosity in the electorate. He supports the legalization of marijuana and same-sex marriage, and serves on the board of PETA. He is also a critic of religion and is an advisory board member of Project Reason, a foundation to promote scientific knowledge and secular values within society. In 2005, Maher ranked at number 38 on Comedy Central's 100 greatest stand-up comedians of all time. Bill Maher received a Hollywood Walk of Fame star on September 14, 2010.
Bill de Blasio is a New York City elected official, holding the citywide office of New York City Public Advocate, which serves as an ombudsman between the electorate and the city government. De Blasio previously served as a New York City Council member representing the 39th District in Brooklyn (Borough Park, Carroll Gardens, Cobble Hill, Gowanus, Kensington, Park Slope, and Windsor Terrace).
As Public Advocate, de Blasio is first in line to succeed the New York City Mayor.
De Blasio was then elected to the New York City Council in 2001, and was subsequently re-elected in 2003 and 2005 to represent District 39, which includes the Brooklyn neighborhoods of Borough Park, Carroll Gardens, Cobble Hill, Gowanus, Kensington, Park Slope, and Windsor Terrace. In the Council, de Blasio chaired the Committee on General Welfare, and is a member of the Education, Environmental Protection, Finance, and Technology in Government Committees.
In 1999, De Blasio was elected a member of Community School Board 15.
Their only weapon is the truth.
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Plot
Jean-Claude will be playing a Combat Vet who's just spent the last 3 years fighting in Afghanistan and Iraq, who is hired to be a bodyguard to a former World Heavyweight Boxing champ to protect him and his family against a Rap Music Mogul. He sets up a team called "The Hard Corps", complications arise when the boxer suspects that his sister may be in love with the bodyguard.
Keywords: action-hero, ambush, beating, blood, blood-spatter, bodyguard, boxing, boxing-ring, brawl, corrupt-cop
Justice just hit the streets.
Tamara Barclay: Welcome to Wanye's world
Plot
A man is released from prison, and after 18 years, returns to his "pueblo" (village). But in this village, time, in many ways, has stood still. The time served by Juan complied with the court's justice, but not with some villagers. There are some who still seek true justice.
Keywords: jail, machismo, revenge, sibling-rivalry
Plot
Silky has always moved booze. In prohibition, he smuggled it from Canada, but now that it is legal, he produces his own brand. Seven years before, he sent Doc to prison because Doc was an honest man. Now that he is getting out, Silky wants an honest man as his general manager. When an English solicitor arrives to show that Silky is the new Earl of Gorley, Doc sees his chance to get Silky out of the way. But Silky takes Doc with him to England to see about selling his holdings and taking the money. While Doc knows that none of the property can be sold, he does not tell Silky. While Silky is shown all his duties and responsibilities, Doc is busy bankrupting his business in Chicago.
Keywords: based-on-book, chicago-illinois, distiller, england, frame-up, gangster, murder, nobility, parliament, revenge
* knock at the door *
[mayor] jesus christ, who is it? !? !
[dapig] officer fleming!
[mayor] come in! hey, good morning, how ya doin?
[dapig] good morning your honor
[mayor] want a donut?
[dapig] uhh, no thank you
[mayor] what are you doin with that shotgun * last two words slow down *
* a burst of gunshots *
[pharoahe monch]
In short was that I had shot him, several times in the head
Mount sinai, 6:15, pronounced dead
The news reporter said the assailaints fled the city
Meanwhile I'm shacked across the street, in some
Shitty-ass hotel, waitin til things get a little quiet
Dunn I could try to bounce, but now why should I even try it?
The riot that ensued, I viewed bird's-eye
Fifteen floors up behind the curtains in the nude
Took three-hundred and sixty-five to get close to him
Boast to him, roast, when I put the toast to him
Dangerous, the most heinous crimes have been committed
Through painless means, more famous lives have been acquitted
To hell he went, bent, sent, government issues
With my initial in print, ah, we'll never miss you
In the streets, understanding that you made it hard to eat
Complete the cypher, or, make ends meet
Twenty-five years my father spent hard labor you suspended him
From the force, placed his head beneath the pendulum
Periphreal vision now, doorknob shiftin
Optical illusion or the coke that I'm sniffin
Think, primal instinct, maybe it's me
Hit the lights must hit the floor simul-taneously
Seems as though this is manifested through some amazin dream
Dazed cops entered the room with guns and lazer beams
But dazed it seems we blast at, one another
Bullets hit the chest of this, black undercover
My last minutes on earth, drop say a prayer
Fuck it if I'm gonna die at least I shot the mayor!
I feel, pain and sorrow
My heart's, hard and hollow
I can't go on, to see tomorrow (2x)
[pharoahe monch]
Walked out the room staggerin, dagger in my back
Dazed wagglin my leg, imagin I'm not afraid
Grazed and bruised, amazed at who's surroundin
Cop guns, cocked back, swat teams, astoundin
From rooftops, troops glock to smack my melon
Felon, seargenat yellin for me to come out like ellen
Propellin walked through the lobby and the front door
Packin hand grenades and strapped with c-4
The more swine, the merrier, harrier jets overhead
Ready to riddle my body with bullets of lead
A dead man walking, destination devil's lair
Fuck it if I'm gonna die at least I shot the mayor!
I feel, pain and sorrow
My heart's, hard and hollow
I can't go on, to see tomorrow
Ooh, i've, gone too far
Can, turn, back no more
* knock at the door *
[Mayor] Jesus Christ, who is it?!?!
[DaPIG] Officer Fleming!
[Mayor] Come in! Hey, good morning, how ya doin?
[DaPIG] Good morning Your Honor
[Mayor] Want a donut?
[DaPIG] Uhh, no thank you
[Mayor] What are you doin with that shotgun * last two words slow down *
* a burst of gunshots *
[Pharoahe Monch]
In short was that I had shot him, several times in the head
Mount Sinai, 6:15, pronounced dead
The news reporter said the assailaints fled the city
Meanwhile I'm shacked across the street, in some
shitty-ass hotel, waitin til things get a little quiet
Dunn I could try to bounce, but now why should I even try it?
The riot that ensued, I viewed bird's-eye
Fifteen floors up behind the curtains in the nude
Took three-hundred and sixty-five to get close to him
Boast to him, roast, when I put the toast to him
Dangerous, the most heinous crimes have been committed
Through painless means, more famous lives have been acquitted
To hell he went, bent, sent, government issues
with my initial in print, ah, we'll never miss you
in the streets, understanding that you made it hard to eat
Complete the cypher, or, make ends meet
Twenty-five years my father spent hard labor you suspended him
from the force, placed his head beneath the pendulum
Periphreal vision now, doorknob shiftin
Optical illusion or the coke that I'm sniffin
Think, primal instinct, maybe it's me
Hit the lights must hit the floor simul-taneously
Seems as though this is manifested through some amazin dream
Dazed cops entered the room with guns and lazer beams
But dazed it seems we blast at, one another
Bullets hit the chest of this, black undercover
My last minutes on earth, drop say a prayer
Fuck it if I'm gonna die at least I shot the Mayor!
I feel, pain and sorrow
My heart's, hard and hollow
I can't go on, to see tomorrow (2X)
[Pharoahe Monch]
Walked out the room staggerin, dagger in my back
Dazed wagglin my leg, imagin I'm not afraid
Grazed and bruised, amazed at who's surroundin
Cop guns, cocked back, SWAT teams, astoundin
From rooftops, troops glock to smack my melon
Felon, Seargenat yellin for me to come out like Ellen
Propellin walked through the lobby and the front door
Packin hand grenades and strapped with C-4
The more swine, the merrier, Harrier jets overhead
Ready to riddle my body with bullets of lead
A dead man walking, destination devil's lair
Fuck it if I'm gonna die at least I shot the Mayor!
I feel, pain and sorrow
My heart's, hard and hollow
I can't go on, to see tomorrow
Ooh, I've, gone too far
Can, turn, back no more
just another day out in sunny LA
there's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play
got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater
saggin' in my pants cuz I don't know better
in any weather we stay the flyest
killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us
numbers in my phone, I'm so player
feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor
I might run for mayor
nigga ask your momma I'm a muthafuckin' player
if I see your girlfriend starin', I'm a take her
that's word to my cousin up in Oakland with the scraper
501 jeans yeah that's my flavor
crew neck sweaters in the club, fuck a blazer
button up under case the bouncer is a hater
straight to the bar for a couple shots of jaeger
if i see a nice thin lite skin I'm a game her
tell her I'm big mibs and I'm runnin' for mayor
she digs my speeds and guess where I'm a take her
back to the crib where I can blaze her
modern joe frazier second round knock out
when I pull the cock out, baby see u later
I think around 8 or 9 I'm a wake her up
kick her out, then go pick up my paper
Just another day out in sunny LA
there's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play
got my 501 jeans my crew neck sweater
saggin' in my pants cuz I dont know better
in any weather we stay the flyest
killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us
numbers in my phone, I'm so player
feelin so good I think I might run for mayor
I might run for mayor
cruise through the city in a booger green pacer
got ya girl wit me, I'm so player
pullin hoes since bo jackson was a raider
everything's tailored, from the chuck taylor's
check the steering wheel in my car, that's skater
sip liquor straight, I don't need chasers
drink a pint of hen, I'm cursin like a sailor
I'm so major, sit back and watch me
bought my 501's and my sweater from the swat meet
music up loud, coppers wanna stop me
mad cuz i'm young black makin that broccoli
hangin wit the possie, niggas wanna copy
but I'm too fly so the squares cant jock me
watch how they jock me, I'm so player
feelin so good I think I might run for mayor
just another day out in sunny LA
there's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play
got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater
saggin' in my pants cuz I don't know better
in any weather we stay the flyest
killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us
numbers in my phone, I'm so player
feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor
yeah I might run for mayor
I'm scandalous with the papers
LA county, the planet of the gangsters
get ya cameras and tapers
ya boy hustle hard like rambis from the lakers
riding by zoom but we boom wit the base muffle
fly as a space shuttle, cool as a rain puddle
who wanna make trouble
pimp hand heavy no half stepping
like old school daddy kane for ya
its a shame on you, what you lames gone do
you's a bitch, we make it rain on you
yea the dames come through
we decked out with hoes, draw circles around tens,
then x out the o's, boy check out my pose
stand smith classic fresh out the grove
look who crept out the stove
keep a bad one like she fresh out the vouge
then we go shopping like we fresh out the clothes
gimme that, shopping bags, popping tags, I'm a smash
from the side of the tracks, where the homies talk trash
u can only sight see if u got a pass, the mayor
just another day out in sunny LA
there's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play
got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater
saggin' in my pants cuz I don't know better
in any weather we stay the flyest
killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us
numbers in my phone, I'm so player
feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor
i might run for mayor