When the campaign ends, and the road to victory has been trampled into submission, the Mayor rests. He has worked tirelessly to overcome. With the brutality of a heavyweight, he has sparred and won. Punch drunk and bewildered, he slumps into the emptiness of the now. Now drained of the passion of his stumping, he rests. Without repentance for promises unfilled, he rests. Today he retires, as does his cabinet, his friends, and the entire 
community. The piper has set down his flute. We lead ourselves into a bright new tomorrow. Gone are the days of political royalty. 
I will miss you McCheese, and I will think of you every time I buy a cheeseburger.