When I was 2017

Another year, another twenty-six fortnights of near-flawless predictions and foresight.  If the Estes Valley Valley Administrator gets 4 column inches to brag about all his girth and accomplishments (note no mention of the rampant racism and pedophilia he failed to address again this year, and in fact condoned by failing to address it in any meaningful sense, ever), those who possess a similar skill set and work for much less money are entitled to shower themselves with credit as well:  The Baldpate didn't sell, EVIC didn't break ground, VEP broke wind, EVPL broke down, finally carting off EV local history to the bagel bin (which, BTW, didn't hold a program for two months bcuz of "reprogramming"), the EVTG faltered mightily when it came to investigating anything of consequence besides EF's bootie hole, EVMC recall committee failed to place any of their candidates (if they had any) on the board either time through, and so forth, and so on.

It is a wonderful thing to involve yourself in the community without suffering any of the consequences of actually having to become involved.  As long as I keep running as a write-in, I will never be elected, and never have to actually utilize my talents for good.

Seriously, though, why did Billie Joe jump off the Tallahootchie Cootchie?

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Johanna writes

I'm always fascinated by the question of why Marie Cenac entered local politics

Okay so I'll say it