It’s easy to be cynical about politics. And after spending last week in Denver, covering the Democratic National Convention, surrounded by preening, narcissistic pols, listening to endless speechifying, ears and eyes assaulted by protestors, special interests and subgroups of every description, it was even easier.Continue reading …
Attack ads! They’re everywhere, inescapable unless you’ve managed to leave the 21st century and dwell in an idyllic, undefiled wilderness, without TV, Internet access, cell phones, newspapers or mail.
Otherwise, you have to put up with various screamers telling you all about Bob Schaeffer, Mark Udall, Barack Obama, and John McCain.
The prelims are over, and now it’s time for the main event.
Jeff who? Bentley who? Doug who? Gone. Swept away by the stolid Republican primary voters of Colorado Springs and the 5th Congressional District.
U.S. Rep. Doug Lamborn, the only Doug left standing, reaffirmed his hard-earned status as the junkyard dog of local politics by launching a pre-emptive attack on his Democratic opponent Hal Bidlack, accusing him of dodging debates.
A few years ago, the knees decided that running was no longer on the menu. Goodbye 10Ks, goodbye marathons, goodbye Pikes Peak Ascent.
So like most creaky old guys who still think they can stay in shape, I returned to biking.
Virtually every morning from April through October, I rise with the sun and ride for an hour or two, usually on one of two or three routes.
It’s never easy to understand the collective mind of public bureaucracies, which often seem maddeningly obtuse.
Case in point: last weekend was the 150th anniversary of Julia Archibald Holmes’ ascent of Pikes Peak. Holmes, an adventurous 20-year-old, was the first European woman to climb the mountain. It took her and her companions five days to find their way to the then-pristine summit.
With less than two weeks to go before the August primaries, it’s time for careful analysis, snarky remarks and (largely inaccurate) predictions.
Here in El Paso County, we’ve tended to focus upon the mud-splattering, name-calling, take-no-prisoners race for the 5th Congressional District seat, featuring the beloved comedy team of Jeff Crank, Doug Lamborn and Bentley Rayburn, or upon Mark Waller’s attempt to pull state Rep. Doug Bruce’s snout out of the public trough.
Under the aegis of the Gazette’s “Dream City” promotion, a fearsome foursome of local media titans took part in a “meet the press” event yesterday morning from 7:30 to 9 at the Gazette’s architecturally challenged headquarters on Prospect Street.
The members of the panel (which included, in the interests of full disclosure, CSBJ Publisher Lon Matejczyk) intended to “share their thoughts on the future of our community and their prospective industries.”
Prospective attendees were asked to ante up $10 at the door.
Remember Capt. Renault’s famous line in “Casablanca?”
“I’m shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here!”
Given the hand-wringing about the stunning revelation that motorcycle cops have ticket-writing quotas, triggered by the revelation that a couple of low writers (bad pun intended) had been faking it, you’d think that Colorado Springs residents are as naïve as kindergartners.
Sixty years ago, during the late summer of 1948, my father announced that he had a treat for his 7-year-old son. He sat me down in the front seat of his 1940 Mercury four-door sedan and we drove downtown to the D&R G.W. Depot (now Giuseppe’s) to see President Harry Truman.
The president wasn’t here to cut ribbons — he was locked in a fierce battle for the presidency with New York Gov. Tom Dewey.
Last week at Christie’s in London, a magnificent painting by Claude Monet, “Le Bassin aux Nympheas,” sold for an equally magnificent price: $80.4 million.
The 6-foot by 3-foot painting, one of the artist’s celebrated water lilies series, belonged to Columbus, Ind., collectors J. Irwin and Xenia S. Miller. Mr. Miller was the chairman of Cummins Engine Co., long headquartered in Columbus.