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El Paso’s Crookedly-Singing Mayor

Saturday, September 18th, 2010

Mayor John Cook, sometimes slurred as Mayor Crook (but only because nearly everyone around him is convicted, under investigation, or suspected of corruption), wants to "annex" Fort Bliss.  He wants this so as to take advantage of the allegedly massive tax base that exists on the Army post.  So we made a song that we hope sums up the nature of Crook, El Paso and… why, yes — why the local guvmint has a problem paying first-responders their due.  It's because Crook & Co have squandered the city treasury on misc. silliness.  Enjoy!

 

 

THIS POST IS MY POST

 

CHORUS

This post is our post, this post is my post

From Cassidy, to Biggs Airfield

From the Dyer redline, to McGregor Range

This post was made for taxing you

 

As I was walking Spur 601

I saw above me an Army sign

I saw below me a tax man sign

This post was made for taxing you

 

CHORUS

 

I've sang and stumbled and I've slept with hoodlums

Ethics Commission and drug-soaked buddies

And all around me, corruption cases

This post was made for you and me

 

CHORUS

 

The dollars shining as I was thinking

My failures growing and charges pending

How could I pay them, the local cops

This post was made for you and me

 

CHORUS

 

As I was ploddin'  -  I saw a sign there

And that sign said – 'corruption free'

But on the other side… it didn't say nothin!

Now that side was made for El Paso!

 

CHORUS

 

In Magoffin Alley – where we began

Near to my office – I see my people

Who wonder how, we spent it all

And if this post's still made for you and me.

 

CHORUS (2x)

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Neighbor Bill! We Hardly Knew Ye

Saturday, January 10th, 2009

Political Demotivation weighs in on the short-lived Bill Richardson ascendence to a Cabinet post.

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Traffic Cams? Traffic Shams

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Pinol County, Arizona sheriff ends traffic camera nonsense: thinks their main purpose is to make money.

Now, this is change we can believe in.

Besides being a naked attempt by less-competent local governments to make more money to make up for mis-spent money, traffic cams increase the chance of rear-end accidents.

You ought to see Redd and Resler these days. Paranoid people, afraid of getting their West Side SUVs photographed, are honking like mad at the less-than-Ferrari-like turns of people in front of them. It’s laughable, until it’s your turn in the turn lane.

The traffic cam scam has overtaken the City of El Paso, because of, well, an above-mentioned reason. It’s interesting how the companies who install the technology market the technology. In fact, it’s still probably not too late to buy into these modern-day snake oil salesmen. Their stocks are still looking good, even for short-term gain sharks. And they have plenty of podunk towns to ride into, selling their product with all the charm of Wild West snake-oil salesmen.

The best thing the City of El Paso could do would be to remove the traffic cams at Redd and Resler (for a start), so that all the Yuppies who live up there, and all the normal Upper Valley people who drive up there (leaving, unfortunately, their high-class Upper Valley haciendas with the plastic-and-wood benches out in front, even for a short time), wouldn’t be so stressed by the unnatural driving environment that these cameras create.

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El Paso’s 2008 Best Restaurants, Courtesy of Steve’s Gastronomic Homepage

Monday, January 5th, 2009

Steve’s Gastronomic Homepage is hands-down the finest food blog in the El Paso area (OK, that’s not saying much since he pretty much owns the space, we just eat in it). But besides, it’s about a thousand times better than you know who posting you know what at the El Paso Times. Steve has posted his “Best Of” for El Paso dining in 2008.

It seems he’s in Oklahoma much of the time these days, but his local reviews still ring true for this year, in my opinion.

Chopes, check.
Tacos Santa Cecilia, check.
Los Jarrones, check.
Carnitas Queretaro, check.
L&J, check.
Little Diner, check.
Moon Star and Moon Day, check.
True Thai, check.
India Palace, check.
Hello Pizza, check.
Bella Sera, check.
State Line (ribs), check.
Cattleman’s, check.

I’d go a little different with a few places. I like Pho Tre Bien for pho; and I like Frisco’s better than Roscoe’s because of the better dining room (I’ve heard some rumors about how Frisco’s started, but don’t really care once I dig into a cheeseburger basket).

Sadly, as Steve thought, Edelweiss is closed. The dining room was horrible, but geez, the food was excellent; take it from a long-time Germany resident. I’d like to hire that cook to move into my house. Well, maybe not, because I’d rather hire whoever is running the spit at Tacos Santa Cecilia.

Now I gotta check out Cafe Mayapan.

You ought to check out Steve’s El Paso restaurant reviews; they are remarkably complete, with a rating system, lots of photos, and none of that high-falutin’ language about “triumphs” and so on that is used by you know who posting you know what at the El Paso Times. This 2008 roundup is better, for that matter, than the Times’ vote early, vote often, “Best of the Border” extravaganza, even though yours truly benefited from it (no, we didn’t vote for ourselves, mainly because since we can’t afford to hire the spit guy from Santa Cecilia, we certainly can’t afford to hire a Java guru who would allow us to out-vote and beat Jay Koester and Roy “Mr Multimedia” or better, “Blog-H8TR Blogger” Ortega. Or for that matter, don’cha know, that triumph of a you know who posting you know what about El Paso dining at the El Paso Times).

Well, at least, Steve’s 2008 review really is a triumph. The El Paso Times ought to hire him.

Because, you know, I can’t afford to.

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Pardon My Bailout

Thursday, January 1st, 2009

I’ve been pondering President Bush’s work toward bailing out lenders, auto makers and other low-rent purveyors of Made-in-USA crap.

For the record, these leading lights of free-market enterprise make Chinese producers of melamine-soaked and lead-covered products look like Swarovski crystal figurines for sale in a Paris salon.

And after much time spent on my recently-returned plastic-and-wood bench that sits out in front of my high-class Upper Valley hacienda, I have come to conclude that Bush is the greatest Presidential pardoner this country has ever seen.

He has, in fact, forgiven more — in terms of time served and monetary value, than all other Presidents combined, including Warren Hardinge, who pardoned “priests and prostitutes alike,” and the notorious Ulysseses Grant, who pardoned two turkeys right before Thanksgiving because he was sloshed and seeing double after cavorting with, well, prostitutes and priests.

Here in West Texas, a lot of cavorting goes on — some of it is fun and some of it is legal. But folks around here lack the high morals of Capitol Heights, the financial capital of fiscal Fred Flintstones, and the political wherewithal of party-centric wingnuts (both left and right) to really do it big. First off, you’ve got to put on a dull suit with a bright tie and head to DC to even get near the door of an Official Administration Pardoning. And the Men’s Wearhouse off Sunland Park Drive just doesn’t cut it with the elites.

Did you get that, Anthony Cobos? or any other of you get-the-vote-out by having your relatives shill for you on street corners near voting stations rednecks?

I mean, who wants to do all that expensive haircut, multiple suit-fittings, acne-reducing-medications-from-a-TV-ad stuff, when every house in the neighborhood is putting on tamales and posole for New Year’s, and the fridge on the back porch is full of Bud Light plus a 6-pack of that weird microbrew the egg-head son brought back from Austin?

Not me, not even if being in the political mix is valuable to a New York Times blogger who laments Obama’s break with tradition during his Hawai’i holiday. Heh — didja read that, Roy Ortega? An MSM icon has a regular blog — kinda like yours but, well, without the anti-blog attitude, though that MSM icon bitches about as much as you did recently, only with a better thesaurus.

Am I off-track already? Must be the wood splint in my backside from that bench. Need upgrade to varnish, I guess.

Now. I’m sitting here on one buttock and wondering where the bailout for unfairly-convicted and really unfairly-sentenced US Border Patrol Agents Ramos and Campeon is. I hope it’s not locked up in Committee, in some back-alley klaven Komittee led by our famous Border Patrol alum, US Congressman Sylvestre Reyes. If Reyes is weighing in on anything more than where Pitt players should go for good food in El Paso, then Ramos and Campeon are screwed. Hell, who knows what Reyes is up to these days. His “blog” (cue interest from Roy Ortega) is even worse than Ortega’s, but yet better, since he doesn’t slag off bloggers on a blog.

Reyes must be in a really bad place about Ramos’ and Compean’s convictions. On the one hand, he understands — better than anyone else on Capitol Hill — the pressures of the Border Patrol agent’s job, as well as the scum that USBP agents deal with every day. The lies, the drugs, the violence…

On the other hand, he has to have learned, by now, some rudimentary sense of politicking.

The man must be just torn apart by all this.

Or not. Silver knows who butters his bread (that’s anyone with a higher IQ than he has, which is about 434 other Congressmen), and he must know who won’t allow him sit on a plastic-and-wood bench in front of a high-class hacienda in the Upper Valley.

So we all make our choices, and so does he. Border Patrol Agents make choices every hour of every day they’re on duty. Reyes makes choices. His political handlers, the California idiot Pelosi and the California idiot Feinstein, call his shots more than he calls for shots at Acetunas.

Now. Is there a pardon out there for a New York Times MSM blogger who thinks he has the right to follow Obama all over the white sandy beaches of Hawai’i? Is there a pardon floating down for a guy in a bad suit hoofing it to Congress to ask for a few billion for his dumb American car company that makes cars Americans don’t want and who indirectly supports a golf club-owning union that car customers aren’t allowed to visit?

Hell, is there a pardon for a plastic-and-wood bench that sits outside a high-class hacienda in the Upper Valley, for sticking it (so to speak) to not only its owner but any politician who happens by? Is there a pardon for a politically-obsessed, under-performing, Border Patrol agent-prosecuting, wannabe up-and-comer attorney named Johnny Sutton, whose traditional resignation (as is traditional for all US Attorneys when a new Administration comes into office) should not only be accepted, but accompanied by a deportation order?

And mostly, is there a pardon for US Border Patrol Agents Ignacio Ramos and Jose Compean, two of the most wrongfully-convicted and over-sentenced citizens, who got ten years for what should have been, at best, misdemeanors, or, more likely, administrative findings?

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Your December 31 Nanny-State Update

Wednesday, December 31st, 2008

You’ll get factory-made toys, or nothing, American kids!

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Update: Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Kid-Marrying Latter Day Ain’ts

Tuesday, December 30th, 2008

Dept. of “No Kidding?”:Wacky Yearning For Zion Ranch kooks in Eldorado, TX, abused kids.

Well, in some cultures in the Middle East and Africa, this is the norm, not abuse.

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El Pasoan: Your Cookie-Cutter Faux Tuscan-Style Home Wants to Move to China

Saturday, December 27th, 2008

Goodness. The Blight of America, cookie-cutter suburbs, are increasingly popular overseas. (HT: Instapundit.)

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El Paso Pirates and Wealth Redistribution

Sunday, November 30th, 2008

Looks like Barack Obama’s plan for “wealth redistribution” is nothing new. Pirates off the east coast of Africa are getting their redistributed dosh.

I’m waiting for the government to drive up to my high-class hacienda-style villa in the Upper Valley, the one with the plastic-and-wood bench out front, to redistribute the bench, and my wealth, somewhere elsewhere.

Oh, wait. That’s already happened, with my property tax being redistributed to Mexican schoolkids looking for a better future, and to American schoolkids who don’t care to pass the TAKS.

I don’t like the state of my property taxes.

I’m glad the bench is gone.

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The Real Thanksgiving Location? San Elizario, Of Course

Wednesday, November 26th, 2008

Newfoundland thanks? A New England Thanksgiving? I say Yankee Thanksgiving Shmanksgiving.

Everyone around the border knows that the real first Thanksgiving on what is now US soil was celebrated in what is now San Elizario, Texas. Texas Almanac tells us a good story.

Some hee to Plymouth and some Canucks tout Newfoundland as the birthplace of the American Long Weekend. Why Canadians are all about this I have no idea, since they spend most of their political lives trying to avoid being the tophat of the USA even while their talent drains, like water down a sink, into the Lower 48. Nevertheless, all may enjoy their debates as they suck down turkey legs and watch jibbling cones of canned cranberries being served.

But let there be no debate that there is some debate around and about the well-set tables of America’s Thanksgiving, besides the traditional Auburn-Alabama football rivalry (which, as a matter of fact, dwarfs all other trivialities about who-came-first and where-they-celebrated, and who-the-hell is Ohio State). HNN throws a few myths like pies into the face of traditionalists. Yeah, they didn’t wear belt-buckles on their hats; we all know that. Who would? Now, this Puritans-like-sex thing, that’s worth a federal grant to research. Ain’t it?

UPDATE: The origins of the holiday, vice the first feast, are provided here. It’s interesting because history should put to rest the irritation in liberal circles over eeevil Pilgrims imposing themselves on Native Americans back in the day; for which the current solution is to ban kids from playing dressup.

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