Category: Bibleburg

We’re No. 1! We’re No. 1!

~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 25 Comments

We’re … screwed.

Nearly 19 percent of the workforce here in Bibleburg, which famously despises the big, bad feddle gummint, gets a paycheck from same, according to The Washington Post in partnership with the Brookings Institution.

Imagine that.

Now, whom do you suppose Bibleburg will blame for the hardship wrought upon these 55,000 big-gummint employees by the feddle shutdown?

I’ll give you a hint. Half black, socialist, crypto-Mooslim, Kenyan, tyrant … ring any bells?

A river runs through it

~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 8 Comments
Some of the damage done by last month's floods.
Some of the damage done by last month’s floods.

Check out the South Greenway Trail, or what remains of it, down by Circle Drive and Janitell Road.

This is part of the estimated $6.5 million in damage to area parks and trails from September’s flooding. And anyone who thinks they’re gonna get fixed soon has been smoking too much of the fabled wacky terbacky. So-called “friends” groups — to wit, volunteers — are doing a lot of the work while the evil ol’ gummint concentrates on socialism and whatnot.

Of course, with the feddle gummint sending everyone home while the Baboon Caucus redecorates the Capitol in an odiferous brown hue, we may soon have more volunteers than you can shake a shovel at.

Interbike 2013: Swimming to Santa Fe

~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 3 Comments
The scene outside the passenger window near Wagon Mound, N.M.
The scene outside the passenger window near Wagon Mound, N.M.

SANTA FE, N.M. (MDM) — I arose this morning to partly cloudy skies and images of my old friend Jennifer Buntz on the TV, discussing some bikey issue on KOB-TV out of Albuquerque.

I chose to regard both of these developments as good omens, having left Bibleburg under threatening skies and surfed a couple of gully-washers en route to The City Different, the traditional first stop on the Road To Mandalay (Bay). It’s still raining back home, Herself confirmed this morning.

I expected more of the same in Santa Fe, but managed to sneak in a quick soak and steam under the clouds at Ten Thousand Waves, poaching the editorial kinks out of my moth-eaten carcass.

All my usual dinner haunts are closed on Sundays, so I grabbed some disgustingly healthy grub from Whole Paycheck and took a brief assay of what was on the electrical babble box. Not much. I can’t believe people pay American money to watch this shit. I likewise gave myself a day away from the Innertubes, being weary of that particular monsoon, too.

This morning it’s an overdue dose of green chile at Tia Sophia’s and then off to Flagstaff. See you along the road.