I think we're all getting used to the idea that anonymous commenters run the show in the Montana right wing online presence. But here we have the 'best of the best' </sarcasm>
Look, I really do like Gregg. But I can't help but be truly disappointed that he allows this racist crap to go unchallenged.
I love living across from a neighborhood pub so family friendly that children are left to play on the walkway in front while their parents get sauced within. Even better is when the parents take their toddlers inside, to indulge in such a family friendly cultural experience. Nothing speaks love like strollers left hanging in front of a bar, or children drug within.
Let it be known that I will photographically document all of this in the future. I well could have in the past, but I was trying to be 'the nice guy'. There is no 'nice' here. These people don't give a fricking damn about the area they live in; they care about selling beer. That's all they care about. One needn't worry about their defense. That will, as it always will, come from the Bozeman city council. But that won't stop me from being a pain in their ass. That is my right, and I will exploit it to the fullest.
I've been saying this since the great "tax cuts = energy subsidy" of 2001.
Gee, let's see. Considering I've never gotten one red cent from the guy, I'm thinking ... not. That won't stop the stupid from thinking so. One can only assume that in their universe the appropriate amount of money will cause them to drop on their knees and su* ... lets just leave that. It's probably more to the point that Wiley is on the payroll and can't see beyond his own nose, which is stuck deep in ... let's just leave that too.
And, since my response comment is "in moderation", and I don't trust Republicant astroturf as far as I can throw it, I leave my reply here:
See that middle finger waving there? That’s for you, Wiley.
I didn’t leave myself “an exit strategy”. I was dead serious. That’s called integrity. Look into the concept, you insulting pissant.
Update #1: Excuse me, little dog, but it's pathetic to call my reaction "venom" when you've just accused me of being 'purchased'. And I don't give a crap what you think I'd be like in person. Truth in a teacup, if you come up to my face and call me a whore, I'm likely to take issue. A coward such as you may think yourself clever that you can do so while hiding, and isn't the Internet grand. I am a decent guy, undeserving of your bullshit, and you ... show what you know, cupcake.
Jeff Krause, the once and future mayor, keeps bringing up his close relationship with Jon Tester because he takes Tester to the bar that is the thorn in my side. And I'm supposed to give a shit ... why? My response, meant with all full heart:
(Q)uit rubbing my nose in the hang time you get to spend with Senator Tester. I helped get him elected. Did you? Seriously, Jeff. That's quite deliberately annoying and rather petty.
Jeff is a Republicant, although probably one of the good ones. Still, I retch at the idea that he gets preferential treatment he lords over us dirty unwashed plebes. 'Gotta admit. This is one thing that totally pisses me off.
I like Jeff Krause, the once and future mayor of Bozeman. I really do. He has a really good fantastical idea of how things 'ought' to work in the town. Okay, not so much town anymore, but city. Ya' see, Jeff's idea is neighborhood communities, groupings of business and residence such that people can co-exist with pride in neighborhood, and lack of strife. What a load of crap.
This idea would be sterling in Philly, or Denver, or Pheonix. Not so much in Bozeman. Montana is mobile and, gas prices not withstanding, it will remain so. People will drive a block to go to the store. I'm not making this up, and I can't fall in line with the fantasy that does make this up. That would be Jeff's fantasy ... and it doesn't apply to the real world.
It should be obvious that the only reason I care about this is because I have a fricking BAR across the street. Jeff rightly portrays it as a 'neighborhood pub', though technically it is a 'tasting room'. Bullshit. It is a bar, complete with priviledged regular customers and a negative impact on the area. Honestly, I try as hard as I can to ignore the negative impact, but there really is no ignoring it. There is no parking, there is noise, there is outside drunkenness and there is confrontation. There are those who damage property in adjacent areas, and freely allow their dogs to do the same. (Do you really need the pictures of the drunk assholes who throw rocks at my tree, or my house, or the dogshit that actually litters the sidewalk in front of my residence? If you'd like, I can post the pictures of the toddlers who are left playing on the walkway in front while their parents are in getting sauced. Family-friendly pub, indeed.) I am not out of line in saying that this 'happy neighborhood pub' will negatively impact the resale value of my house. And it certainly negatively impacts the quality of my life in this neighborhood.
Just 30 minutes ago:
Me, opens front door and speaks to the guy who just parked his motorcycle half in front of the driveway: "Excuse me. Could you please move your bike out from in front of the driveway. Please."
Dipspork: "Yeah. But there's a curb here." (Points to the rear tire against the slope of the curb leading into the driveway.)
Me: "Yeah, but your front tire is parked in front of the driveway. Couldn't you just move the bike?"
DS: "What? Who's comin' in here?"
Me: "My wife will be coming home soon. Could you please just move your bike?"
DS: "Man, I can park here. I'll just be here for a while. You can still pull in."
Me: " Fine. You can argue with me, or I'll call the cops and you can fucking argue with them."
DS: "Fine! Call the cops."
He pulled the bike back, which would have been completely acceptable. But apparently, he didn't really trust that I wouldn't call the cops (I did and will continue to, and one does wonder what he had to hide ...). He left not one minute later. And that's the point. These asses know that they are doing the wrong thing, but they won't care unless there are legal consequences. Neighborhood zones? They only work when it's neighbors who are affected. In Bozeman? Assholes rule.
I'm sorry, Jeff. The neighborhood zone idea is a really good fantasy. But in Montana, especially as regards alcohol provision, it's a load of crap. I fully expect my tires to be slashed tonight. It won't be the first time, but hey ... it's all about the neighborhood pub, right?
I just downloaded the online updates to Acrobat Pro 7, and the install required *5* reboots. That can't have actually been necessary.
To date, an estimated 1 million Iraqis have died in the conflict to bring them freedom, and kill crush destroy the enemies of the US of A such that soccer Mom's can be more MILF and less terrorified. 28% of Americans are just down with collateral damage (that would be a serious case of death for someone else). Slightly less than 3700 American service persons have died in that same cause. People are killed, maimed and mangled on the highways of America every day, and yet we really love to drive. Hundreds of thousands die each year due to, well, death. These are the simple facts of the case: Death is our birthright. No one gets out of this life alive. Ever, (except Enoch). The Rapturists keep forgetting that the real birth into the love of God comes with death; but we can discount their lunacy because ... they're lunatics. Everyone of us will die. We don't want to, I know, but the leading cause of death is living. We all suffer from it.
Can we please just get a Goddamned handle on that fact so that we don't make kneejerk stupid reactions towards a Nanny state?
(I actually have some slightly more substantive posts in the works, but after a 10 hour day coming into Rush ... I'm just not in the mood.)
The Onion perfectly captures my sentiments.
