SW Missouri is an interesting place. We have a resident millionaire who puts up buildings using others people’s money and then puts his name on the building and takes all the credit. If he doesn’t get enough credit he puts up a larger than life statue of himself.
Then we have a mayor who puts a “mayortorium” on the building of new apartment buildings which artificially holds down supply which increases demand which raises rents…oh did I mention this mayor owns a whole bunch of multi-resident buildings in the area.
How about a county that announces it is going to build a museum on property it hasn’t bought yet from private landowners?
Then there is the new road to the airport that Modot has decided is going to mysteriously veer for several hundred yards just so the new road can go through one powerful businessman’s land and help him make more millions.
Yep have you ever wondered?
I have. I have wondered about all of these things.
The other thing I have wondered….where are all the MEN in SW Missouri . I mean the ones with big….popsicles! Big enough to stand up to all this garbage. Big enough to allow them to say “stop this stupidity it is time to run this city, county and state for the betterment of all not just a privileged few!”
Look guys it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to point out all the weirdness that is going on around here. It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to know you stand up to a bully. All it takes is popsicles. So gentlemen I suggest you go to a private place, do a self exam and find your popsicles. Once you do pull a little juice out of them and start standing up for yourselves and this community.
I guarantee as more of you start standing up the more politicians and liberal media types will run and hide because search as they might we all know THEY have NO popsicles!
1 comment:
Are you saying you don't like the Almighty John Q. Hambone??
Heretic!! Seize Him! Bring Down the Walls of Jericho!!
Who says it's freaky to build a statue of yourself, commemorating your life work....while you're alive?!!?? What the HECK is that about?!!? Too bad the artiste couldn't capture that limitless slack-jawed expression of exhuberance. blah.
Containers. Huh? John Q's statue, there's your eyesore City Counselors. ick.
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