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This week, Epicenter runs its final excerpts from Dan Sinker's The F***ing Epic Twitter Quest of @MayorEmanuel, to be released September 13 by Scribner. (See "The Epic of @MayorEmanuel, Part One: The Adventure Begins.")
The book collects and annotates the activity of @MayorEmanuel, a Twitter account Sinker created spoofing Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel, then the White House Chief of Staff turned mayoral candidate. The permanent archive of @MayorEmanuel's tweets end shortly after both he and the real Rahm Emanuel won their parallel elections to become Mayor of Chicago.
Throughout the campaign, Sinker carefully guarded the secrecy of his authorship. His tweets as @MayorEmanuel started as punchlines and in-jokes among friends, broadened to include general satire of the City of Chicago and its politics, and eventually became something else entirely, a mind-bending, fully-realized alternate dimension of characters and events both mirroring those of our universe and wholly unique to their own. The book is filled with allusions to real people and other fictional stories, rich in humor, unexpected emotion and unrelenting, inventive profanity.
I was lucky to write some of the earliest notes on the last days of @MayorEmanuel. I have since met Dan and count him as a friend. I'm delighted to finally have this book, which includes both the original tweets and his copious notes, since even as a fully-devoted history-of-pop-culture fiend and one-time-Chicagoan, I never could have kept up with everything he put into it.
In these excerpts, @MayorEmanuel's campaign begins in earnest; we meet most of his opponents, other Chicagoland political figures, and a still-unnamed intern, all of whom will eventually loom large in the story; 33 real-life Chilean miners are miraculously rescued; and @MayorEmanuel's story similarly takes a turn for the miraculous and magical. This is where the political and cultural satire of the story takes its first genuine bites, but the story also becomes something else, unbound by the rules of our universe, circumscribed only by the limits of the imagination and @MayorEmanuel's yet-unknown destiny: to save both his own Chicago and the fabric of spacetime itself.
— Introduction by Tim Carmody
FUCKING FUND-RAISING
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Tick-tock, shit-cocks. Time to wake up. 07:28:54 AM
Dow over 11,000 on the same day I'm going on a listening tour of Penny Pritzker's pocketbook? Eyes on the sky for a twat-rainbow. Trifecta! 08:02:21 AM
Penny keeps a money room in her house, and dives into it like she's Scrooge McDuck. We've been swimming in it all morning. Fucking glorious. 11:19:38 AM
Nothing like a money-swim to get a guy feeling in cock-shape again. Axelrod, pull your Civic around: I've got some fucking hands to shake. 12:11:04 PM
Just got cut off on West Madison by a fucking cupcake truck. Eighth one I've seen. The fuck is up with you and cupcakes you fucking fatties? 12:30:40 PM
OK, West Garfield Park, come get your hand shaken. I promise when elected you'll see me less than you see the inside of a unicorn's vagina. 01:10:34 PM
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Dinner with Obama at Alexi fundraiser. Fucking Alexi—getting caught chatting with him is like being sucked into a black hole of cocks. 04:05:56 PM
If Obama doesn't show soon, I'm out. Have been stuck inside the Giannoulias dong-vortex for a motherfucking hour now. 05:34:28 PM
Alexi is "entertaining" the guests by seeing how many dinner rolls he can stuff in his fucking mouth. He's up to seventeen. 05:59:01 PM
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Jesus Christ-on-a-fuck, that's four hours of my life I'm never going to get back. Alexi is as dumb as the fucking day is fucking long. 07:42:27 PM
By the way, the final motherfucking bread-roll count? Thirtyfucking-two. In at once. Mama Regenstein vomited into the salad plate. 07:51:16 PM
Fucking cock-sanding shit-branding, I am tired. 10:22:57 PM
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PUBLIC SERVANT
Friday, October 8, 2010
Good motherfucking morning, motherfuckers. 07:01:29 AM
Strategy session. Axelrod thinks "I want to be like motherfucking Rahm" is a bad campaign slogan. The fuck? It worked for Jordan. 08:49:21 AM
Axelrod also dismissed Ari's idea of a movie where politicians team up with cartoon characters to fight an intergalactic menace. Fuck fuck. 09:09:02 AM
Axelrod says no way: "Remember when the Bulls won for the sixth time and it felt like getting fucked on a pile of ponies? Vote Rahm." 09:20:47 AM
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How did you know that listening to you bitch was exactly what I wanted to do on a beautiful fucking Friday? 03:47:30 PM
Why is it the only fucking places I find you people are riding the L or stuffing your fucking face? Or, worse, both? 03:51:54 PM
I will tell you this though: stand on a fucking L platform long enough and you will see every shade of vomit known to man. Vibrant! 04:04:05 PM
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I just became the mayor of Fuck You in the Fucking Face, it's Friday on @foursquare. 04:13:40 PM
Axelrod's on his way over with a bucket of chicken, a growler of Half Acre and his copy of "2012." TGIMFF. 06:24:11 PM
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Plouffe just faxed over the itinerary. I've got to hit 13 farmer's markets. Here's a secret: edible greens scare the shit out of me. Fuck. 08:47:35 AM
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Jesus motherfucking Christ, I hope to never see another winter squash in my motherfucking life. Fuck you and your fucking farmer's markets. 05:20:29 PM
Also, Chicago, what the fuck is up with all the baby strollers? Did you spend the two goddamn years I was gone just fucking nonstop? 06:11:24 PM
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LONG-DISTANCE RUNNER
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Christ, I'm going to have to shake a lot of fucking sweaty hands today, aren't I? First sign of bloody nipples and I'm fucking GONE. 08:47:30 AM
I know I'm supposed to say you're all heroic athletes, but I just saw a guy in a chicken suit puke up a Clif Bar at mile fucking three. 09:15:19 AM
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Congratulations, marathon runners! You're 26.2 miles closer to a motherfucking knee replacement! 05:19:23 PM
Axelrod's mustache finished the cock-shocking marathon in 5:38. 07:18:18 PM
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Just looked over Plouffe's itinerary for the week. It is fucktacularly stupid. How long does this goddamn listening tour have to last again? 09:23:28 PM
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TALK TO THE DISEMBODIED HAND
Monday, October 11, 2010
So which godforsaken corner of this motherfucking city am I headed to today in this never-ending dick-slamming tour? 08:14:35 AM
I refuse to choke down another fucking pepper and egg sandwich. Seriously, how has this entire city not died from a coronary? 09:26:29 AM
Dick Mell is the king of the pepper and egg. Eats three or four of them every morning. Ends up smelling like a sulfur bath all day. 09:33:14 AM
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Seriously considering having my shaking hand amputated and sending it around the city alone so I can get some actual fucking work done. 05:38:33 PM
Hey, Sauganash, come shake the disembodied hand of Rahm Emanuel tomorrow, while I'm busy not giving a fuck about you somewhere else. 05:43:42 PM
Fucking seriously, doesn't Flores have any "listening" to do? Come on: Carol Moseley Braun doesn't have to "listen" to any motherfuckers? 06:02:54 PM
Yet here I am fucking "listening" to all you fucking v-holes prattle on and on about fucking potholes and parking meters every fucking day. 06:05:04 PM
New slogan: "Hey Chicago: Just park in the fucking space and be done with it. Emanuel '11." 06:09:17 PM
Scowling through the Columbus Day Parade, Ed Burke said I had a case of the Mondays. More like the Can't-Fucking-Stand-You Days. 08:59:28 PM
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Someone fucking needs to fucking bring me a fucking coffee this very fucking second. 08:12:56 AM
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Jesus fucking cock-twats: Biden is in town? Fucking Christ, I'll be hiding out in a goddamn undisclosed location for the rest of the day. 12:59:35 PM
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Would someone fucking pledge to WBEZ already so those sad fucking radio-tards will shut the fuck up? 05:10:32 PM
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THE "STUCK IN A MINE" STRATEGY
Fuck yes, you Chilean miner sons-of-bitches, fuck yes. 11:00:01 PM
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
New slogan: "Because Chicago is in a deeper fucking hole than the fucking Chilean miners. Vote Rahm." 08:49:19 AM
I've got Axelrod looking into where to get one of those miner rescue elevators so I can ride one around Ed Burke's lower fucking intestine. 08:55:23 AM
If you need me today, I'll be at home watching CNN and bawling like a motherfucking baby. 09:35:22 AM
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Been on BBM with Plouffe, selling him on my "stuck in a mine" strategy. (1) don't have to shake fucking hands; (2) in 90 days you'll love me. 05:01:22 PM
Axelrod just came over and we're both wearing hard hats and only eating food we can cram through a motherfucking 6" hole. This is the life. 05:41:28 PM
You would be amazed just how many different kinds of food you can stuff through a 6" hole. Axelrod got an entire fucking turkey through. 07:58:27 PM
I find the Chilean miner rescue incredibly moving. Once this last guy is up, we're going to send 'em all back down, right? Fuck yes. 08:00:54 PM
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So everyone's up from the mine? Jesus fucking Christ-twat . . . now what? 10:25:59 PM
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I woke up with a hard hat in my hands, looked up at the hole Axelrod and I drilled in the ceiling, and just started fucking weeping. Emptiness. 07:34:50 AM
I know it's not reasonable but, deep fucking down, I bet you too wish they'd continue to pull Chileans up from the ground forever. 07:36:51 AM
What has brought this city closer together than feeling motherfucking one with 33 people stuck in the ground of another continent? Nothing. 07:41:46 AM
New slogan: "Bring back that first miner feeling. Emanuel for motherfucking mayor." 07:45:33 AM
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A FIELD OF DONG-TARDS AND SHIT-EATERS
I actually wanted Madigan to run. Have you seen the rest of the shit-tards that have announced? Give me someone fucking competent. 12:42:33 PM
Is it too late to get in on the fucking attorney general race? Come on, Madigan, let's do this! Don't leave me with Hendon and Flores. 03:33:50 PM
Unless motherfucking Oprah motherfucking Winfrey enters this race, it's going to be me against a field of dong-tards and shiteaters. 03:38:09 PM
Seriously, a debate with these shit-galoids will end with me crushing my cock with the podium, just to feel SOMETHING. 03:43:31 PM
New slogan: "Vote Rahm: Because Jesus cock-Christ, look at the other fucking guys." 03:58:10 PM
If I'd have known the field was going to end up this fucking limp-dicked, I'd have stayed in Washington through the fucking midterms. 04:10:46 PM
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ENTER THE INTERN
Friday, October 15, 2010
Right about now I'm getting that sinking fucking feeling that I was served motherfucking decaf. 08:40:10 AM
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Fucking Friday night fucking starts fucking right fucking now. 04:02:17 PM
So the e-mail started "Dear First Name." That was Plouffe's quick fix to the original: "Dear Motherfucking Twat-tards." 05:20:48 PM
Dear First Name, Fuck you in your fucking pie-hole, you stupid motherfucking snatch-drip. Yours, Rahm. 05:27:52 PM
Dear First Name, Who's got one and a half middle fingers, six beers, and doesn't give a fuck if I got your name right? This guy. 05:34:08 PM
Dear First Name, Plouffe assures me that we're going to have an actual fucking communications team in place soon. The intern is a cocktard. 05:40:25 PM
"The intern is a cocktard" was the first mention of a soon-to-be central character in this story, invented entirely thanks to the Dear First Name e-mail.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Holy shit-cocks, I should have stopped at nine beers last night. My fucking head is going to fucking explode at this breakfast meeting. 08:39:00 AM
Of course Axelrod waltzes into the meeting like he drank nothing last night. That motherfucker's liver is made of motherfucking Teflon. 11:03:50 AM
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Fucking shine on, you motherfucking amazing fucking sun. 01:05:09 PM
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SHITWORK
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Fuck your motherfucking Sunday morning, I'm sleeping until goddamn noon. 08:59:21 AM
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Fucking motherfucking fuck-shitting ass-cocked Bears. 02:47:05 PM
The Bears lost to the Seattle Seahawks, 23–20.
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I really did try to listen to that fucking debate. But as soon as Quinn opens his mouth, I feel like a little part of me cock-plucking dies. 10:31:29
The aforementioned Pat Quinn was running for his first elected term as governor.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Shit-shaking dong-stompers. 08:27:47 AM
Really, what's a few motherfucking million raised? Don't fucking worry, Dart, I'm sure someone will give you some cash at some point. 03:47:09 PM
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Today was one never-ending fucking strategy session. Workloads doubled when Axelrod's mustache announced it was taking the week off. 08:46:48 PM
Seriously, if that motherfucking 'stache is talking to fucking Meeks, I'm going to lose it. 08:48:20 PM
Axelrod says it's just taking a few days to see the fall colors in WI, but really: what fucking mustache takes off two weeks before midterms? 08:50:53 PM
Anyway, a week without that mustache just went from a slog to a motherfucking full-fledged shit-wallow. 08:54:38 PM
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
I'm going to close my eyes and imagine a coffeepot as big as the motherfucking Sears motherfucking Tower. 08:00:16 AM
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You want to know my definition of hell? This motherfucking lunch meeting that the fucking communications intern set up with Billy Dec. Fuck. 12:04:33 PM
Jesus fucking Christ, apparently it's take-a-lunch-meeting-with-a-raging-douchebag day. 12:09:22 PM
Fuck me. He's wearing his "dressy" baseball hat. Asked Axelrod to circle the block one more time. Considering jumping into traffic. 12:17:06 PM
That was a half hour I'll never fucking get back. On the upside, the Rumble in the Jungle Turkey Wrap at the Rainforest Cafe—tasty! 12:43:10 PM
Next time I even hear the motherfucking name Billy Dec, I'm slamming my cock in the door of Axelrod's Civic. 02:41:31 PM
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Watching Alexi and Kirk debate is like fucking a sackful of dumb. 07:36:52 PM
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Going around the public schools with Huberman today. That guy smells like motherfucking sadness. 08:04:29 AM
Axelrod tells me it's not a word but Jesus fucking Christ it's going to take a bazillion fucking dollars to save these fucking schools. 02:36:15 PM
Thursday, October 21, 2010
I've asked Axelrod to come over and just pour the coffee straight into my mouth while I'm still lying here. "I'll be right over!" 07:12:10 AM
Christ, I'm so fucking tired I forgot to swear in that last Tweet: fucking motherfucking shit cock ass fuck twat. Feeling better already. 07:33:11 AM
So Ari is throwing me a fund-raiser soon, except he keeps calling it a "fuck-raiser." I don't even know what that fucking means. He scares me. 07:40:46 AM
But, I'd rather be on a flight to LA than have to tour another pathetic fucking school. Today's might as well be the Oliver Twist Academy. 07:54:14 AM
Sufficiently coffeed. Alright, Chicago, I'm going to fuck you in the fucking face today. 08:28:08 AM
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DART RULES!
If Dart's rent-a-cops pull over Axelrod's Civic one more time, I'm going to stuff my fist so far up his ass my stump will tickle his uvula. 03:36:22 PM
Axelrod just called me from the impound. Dart's goons hauled his fucking Civic in. Oh, it's motherfucking on now, you fucking motherfuck. 05:50:53 PM
Sheriff Woody from "Toy Story" is more of a real lawman than that cocktard Dart. "There's a motherfucking snake in my boot." 06:05:43 PM
Friday, October 22, 2010
Axelrod just pulled up in his Civic, gave a beep and I went out. The thing has DART RULES spraypainted across the motherfucking hood. 07:24:15 AM
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I'm going to have to drink ten thousand motherfucking beers to make this day motherfucking better. 04:06:23 PM
Chicago, it's really fucking easy: Put down the fucking mouse, walk out the fucking door, it's fucking Friday. 04:34:00 PM
Axelrod just showed up with a fucking case of toilet paper. We're going to TP the living shit out of Dart's house! 06:50:41 PM
Saturday, October 23, 2010
If you think I'm getting out of fucking bed on a rainy Saturday, you're out of your motherfucking cock-holed mind. 12:09:17 PM
The fuck is Plouffe sending me to store openings for? What's next, being a motherfucking greeter at the Pullman Walmart? 01:43:44 PM
And seriously, there is an entirely different class of douchebag that shows up at an Apple Store opening in Lincoln fucking Park. 01:47:55 PM
Who wants a MacBook Air with a side of asshole? Order fucking up. 01:55:14 PM
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Fucking Christ, morning at the Apple Store, afternoon at Whole Foods. Suck it out of my asshole, Lincoln Park! 07:16:54 PM
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Hey, Chicago, get your hands off your fucking cock and get the fuck outside. It's motherfucking incredible out here. 01:00:28 PM
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I swear to fucking god, Honeycrisp apples are motherfucking twatlicious! 03:17:38 PM
Cameos too—you put that shit into your fucking face-hole and you think, "Motherfucker, I am eating a fucking apple." 03:31:33 PM
Monday, October 25, 2010
Fuck your fucking Monday morning right in its fucking puckered fucking pink fucking asshole. 07:26:36 AM
Axelrod's mustache was back today after its week off. Good to have that bushy motherfucker back. 06:37:49 PM