Earlier in the week, we happily referred you to 3rd District councilman Steve Price’s most recent meandering paean to his obstinate pursuit of nickels and dimes, an essay produced in cooperation with the Masked Erikas, and one that amply illustrates the accidental councilman’s unparalleled ability to sloppily string together entirely unrelated clauses, and to emerge with a shiny new conspiracy theory custom-made for New Albany’s crusty cadre of politically motivated obstructionists.
If you’re in the mood for the “spin” cycle, note that the flailing councilman has wasted no time in consulting the Coup d’Geriatrique’s reality fabrication bureau, contributing a crayon-stained press release that can be read here: A LETTER FROM COUNCILMAN STEVE PRICE.
Presumably having been introduced by an unidentified literate bystander to the concept of “that there word book thing” (the dictionary) -- but not by conjoined councilman Dan Coffey, the unfortunate victim of a devastating allergy to books and reading -- CM Price’s letter also defends his tastelessly choreographed cry of “rape” at the August 7 council meeting on the grounds of fully intentional metaphor.
Uh huh.
Fortunately, Maury at New Albany Today provides an eloquent response to this latest ex post facto obfuscation on the part of CM Price:
I find the whole affair to be sad and distasteful. Mr. Price should have known to use another word or phrase to express opposition. The whole episode detracts from what Mr. Price intended to say. The utterance reflects badly upon Mr. Price. He has only himself to blame. What more can I say? You only have to look at Mr. Price.
In the end, however, we, the Third District, are being screwed (I mean raped) and Mr. Price still does not get it.
How very true.
I asked Bob Dylan for his opinion:
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
Yesterday, in spite of the dire predictions of the masked denizens of the spitwad blogyard, CM Price’s letter was duly published in the Tribune.
Unfortunately, it made no more sense the second time than the first, but given the councilman’s proclivity for chanting the same tired mantra over and over again in the forlorn hope that wishing will make it so, we’re probably doomed to hearing the letter read into the public record at tonight’s city council meeting, which convenes at 7:30 p.m. in the 3rd floor conference room of the City-County Building.
But there’s always hope for Thursday night council meetings, because the Bistro New Albany is open for dinner on Thursdays, and bNA serves refreshing progressive pints that help soothe the symptoms of the “Blight from Dewey Heights” – although the condition will not be fully cured until the spring of 2007.
Late note: Alas, hope is fleeting; here's tonight's agenda. Expect the grandstanding to come fast and furious ... and hope Dave stays open late.
2 comments:
Price's recently published defense of boorish behavior, expressed in what’s probably best described as a festival of malapropisms and other crimes against our language, is but the latest in an ever growing list of offenses that will soon return him to private life.
While the few that defend him may claim his recent choice of words was merely a momentary lapse or even ignore three years of contextual evidence to the contrary and claim justified usage, his choosing to further publicly display linguistic and logical shortcomings is indeed indicative of a much more sustained and impactful ignorance.
In response to a 21st century culture in which the assimilation, analysis and communication of information is paramount to success, the 3rd district put a man in a leadership role who lacks the sense to insert a question mark at the end of a question.
Although I did not and will not vote for Price, I feel compelled to apologize for his presence on the Council, if for no other reason than to let the rest of the city know that his behavior and ignorance don’t accurately reflect the current intelligence and hopefulness of his district at all.
i'm amazed...
otoh...i do like the idea of tasting some hops at the bistro!
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