Ears still ringing, but maybe…a tad less? It’s possible. Anyway, today I decided to stop obsessing over it. Kate and I celebrated the last day of school by riding bikes down the road to our favorite burger joint, which has the advantage of the best onion rings in town. We arrived around 7:30, and I hoped at least one of the bar TVs would be tuned to “Jeopardy!,” but no dice. It was dueling entertainment shows, both of which had “exclusive” photos of Matthew McConaghey’s wedding. The photos were identical. No one knows what “exclusive” means anymore, I guess.
Usually I use bar TV as an opportunity to practice my lip-reading. It’s amazing how much you can pick up without the captioning on, and given the way my hearing is of late, it’s probably a useful skill to start working on.
The big news today is that the new bridge to Canada is finally a done deal — it will be announced Friday, everyone seems to agree — with no help from the legislature. The governor has made this thing a priority since he was elected, but the troll who owns the old one has stopped at nothing to mess up the works. Finally, with the Canadian government picking up every dime of the construction cost, it looks like it’s going to happen through something called an interlocal agreement. So here we are, about to announce a major piece of infrastructure that will bring jobs, improve trade and otherwise polish the state’s finally brightening economic picture and? The cheese — the governor — stands alone. Today, the legislature warned him to not dare spend a dime of public money on it. American public money, anyway.
This is what the American public has come to: A half-billion dollar asset that everyone agrees is desperately needed, and a local county commissioner calls it “a government bridge.” Thanks, you tea party numbskulls.
Somebody’s weeping over this, and it isn’t Jesus.
Let’s skip to the bloggage, so I can go nurse my ringing head:
A particularly good Colbert bit the other night. I like the ones where he seems to be on the verge of cracking up himself.
T-Lo write their last Mad Style of the season. It should not pass unnoticed.
And with that, I’m off to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow.