All politics, all the time! At least, that’s how it feels if, like me, you’re a political junkie blundering through the blogosphere.
It’s as if you’ve wandered into a huge, geeky party where everyone is articulate, analytical, argumentative and obsessively political. It’s as addictive as daytime television, or supermarket tabloids, or golf, or fly-fishing or … well, let’s not go there.
Wyoming is best known for Yellowstone National Park, Jackson Hole, Old Faithful and Vice President Dick Cheney — and don’t forget coal.
According to The Energy Information Administration, the state has recoverable reserves of more than 41 billion tons and demonstrated reserves, those considered technologically minable, of more than 64 billion tons.
If ever you wanted an example of multi-generational governmental dysfunction, here it is.
In a report recently presented to City Council, which included cost estimates for renovating City Auditorium, this little gem stood out:
“In 1922, the City Auditorium was completed for city ownership and operation…. From records available, it does not appear that any major repair or renovation has been performed since its opening.”
For cinema buffs, there are no bad scenes in “Pulp Fiction,” just as there is no bad dialogue in “Casablanca.”
Remember the memorable exchange between the lawyer, Mr. Wolf (played by Harvey Keitel), and the two hit men, Vincent and Jules (John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson)? The Wolf, taking charge of an, er, extremely messy situation, reminds the feckless hit men that there’s still work to do.
Could there be anything more fun than the uproar over HB 1072, the recently-passed bill that amends the so-called “Labor Peace Act” of 1963?
If political junkies were film buffs, it’s like seeing the original cut of “Casablanca.” Labor dinosaurs do battle with business troglodytes! Sinister labor barons threaten the free enterprise system! Democratic pols, flush with labor dollars, crush the GOP defenders of truth, justice and the American way! The fearless advocates of working Americans fight the evil minions of millionaire monopolists!
Fort Collins entrepreneur Aaron Million thinks that he has found a way to supply Colorado Springs, and much of the Front Range, with enough water to supply the need for the next century.
He doesn’t have a mysterious device to turn tumbleweeds into H20 — he wants to raid a reservoir in Wyoming.
There are places that loom large in the annals of war, and in our collective imagination, places where no battles are fought, no shots are fired and where the loudest noise is the muted hum of powerful computer systems.
Think of the War Room at the Pentagon, the White House Situation Room, the mysterious “undisclosed location” to which Vice President Dick Cheney retreated during the aftermath of 9/11 … and right here in our back yard — Cheyenne Mountain.
I have no defense. They’re right — I did indeed publicly (and privately, in the voting booth) support those devil-spawned Democrat candidates. I’ll take my punishment like a man — no more Republican caucuses for me!Continue reading …
In common with every other homeowner in Colorado Springs, I got the usual nasty little January surprise in the mail a few days ago — my utility bill.
It was bad. Really bad. So bad that I thought briefly about relocating to a place with a mild, equable climate, where the temperature year-round ranges between, say, 65 and 80 degrees — neither too hot nor too cold. Goodbye furnace, goodbye air conditioner, goodbye utility bills.
By the late 1940s, the Colorado Springs economy was at a crossroads.
The establishment of Camp Carson had led to a brief spurt of prosperity during World War II, but much of the wartime military establishment had melted away. There were scarcely 600 soldiers stationed at Camp Carson, and local leaders feared that it might be closed.