FAREWELL DEAR EXPO, WE HARDLY KNEW YE!

Hey Chief,

It was good while it lasted.

The four gold stars, the not so plush office on the fourth floor.

You couldn't choose your number two, the mayor did that for you, and now you will pay the price for pissing off Luisito and making him cry.

You melted our hearts when you delivered toys to the little Italian tourist boy that was shot last New Year, further averting a "public relations nightmare."

We loved your "anti-corruption" press conference alongside Mayor Regalado, and we applauded you for arresting city employees that took extra paper clips home.  Never mind that darn state attorney who didn't prosecute any of them.

We shared your frustration at not being able to find Manny Diaz' bike.  We wish you would have caught the Grove and Brickell Rapists (yes, they are still on the loose...)

Your boys shot and killed six black men, but they were all crooks anyway.  Plus, we were tired of the "kinder gentler" Timoney City of Miami Police. 

You brought back the days of the tight shirts, steroids, and "predators." 

"We hunt.  That's what I like.  I like to hunt..." said one of your top cops.  And as civilian citizens of a Republic, that's just the type of talk we love from those we give guns and badges to.

In the end, you responded to "violence with violence..."

But in the words of the good book:

"Live by the sword, die by the sword."

Or in your case Expo...

The faxes from the donut shop.

Have fun in your retirement beach apartment (and spending your massive pension)!

P.S., we don't think you're going anywhere, last we heard, you got Sarnoff, Suarez, and Carollo's votes, but it's Miami Bitches, so it can all change...