As I eagerly await the arrival of the insurance adjuster, tonight’s city council meeting agenda is here.
Rest assured that we’ll be watching the head gavel to see if the effects of last meeting’s massive sedative dosage have yet worn off.
Also, ROCK has promised to turn out its Legion of the One Trick Pony to sit quietly past mundane considerations that range past its limited objectives and await the very last agenda item, New Albany’s new adult cabaret ordinance.
Tonight, instead of the Pledge of Allegiance, why not break out in precautionary song:
No use permitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Come hear the music play
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret!
The adult cabaret ordinance will be quickly approved, the “soldiers” will hastily decamp to return to their exurban homes for ritualistic soilings of the Constitution, and the rest of us can sit around the white-hot campfire in anticipation of the lawsuits to follow.
Go get ‘em, Guido.
There will be a higher level of controversy preceding, as the question of salary hikes for city employees returns after an earlier tabling and a legal cabal:
New Albany City Council attorney: Salary increases must come from council, by Daniel Suddeath (News and Tribune).
On a more cheerful note, my new municipal sewer bill arrived yesterday.
Looking ahead to March, I’m told that after some months of white water rafting amid the flotsam and jetsam of the credit collapse, the king of exurbia is returning with a zoning-approved proposal for dramatic, transformational economic revitalization (either the “threeconomy” or the “meconomy,” although I can’t recall which one) at precisely the same hallowed battle site where he was soundly spanked throughout the year of our ROCK, 2008.
That’s right: It seems that “The Gary” wants to build a Wendy’s on Charlestown Road, and after all, it’s not just fast food, it’s Wendy’s, and we can expect the neighborhood activists to be back for another thrilling round as the developer’s sister again fails to refrain from voting.
Can’t we have a progressive ordinance that restricts “The Gary” to the area past the beltway?
See you tonight.