You whiney cry babies. How many of you voted? How many of you DID NOT vote? Because if you did not vote, you have YOURSELF to blame. Yes, you, you lazy-ass, do-nothing whiner.
Piss and moan all you want, but inaction made the difference in this election. Couldn’t be bothered to take a few minutes to register to vote? Or maybe you registered but couldn’t be bothered enough to take a few minutes out of your oh-so-hectic schedule to vote? Really?
I inconvenienced myself for, oh, maybe 15 minutes on Election Day. Could have spent a half-hour in line voting early at the Board of Elections. Point is, I went to all that trouble to make myself heard where it counts. Facebook doesn’t count. Bumper stickers don’t count. Votes count.
How about you?
Chances are the ones I want to reach with this shame will never see this because you’re far too busy doing whatever you waste your time with.
Point lost on the pointless.
Well, what government we get we deserve.
Thanks a lot.
Last call …
Nov. 22, 2016
Cascade Park, Elyria
Here we are at Cascade Park in Elyria. Colors just getting started here on Oct. 10.
Deadly combo of insomnia, a full moon and Christmas Eve morning. Happy Holidaze, y’all!
Technically, the full moon isn’t supposed to be official until Xmas Day, but, eh, close enough.
I don’t find news so much as it finds me. Case in point: Yesterday my apartment complex was fairly swarming with cops, FBI, K-9 dogs.
When the first few officers showed up, in plain clothes, and I saw an obviously distraught young mom, I thought, “Hmmm, custody case, no real news here.”
I was mistaken.
When the FBI and dogs showed up, I knew this was something more. Nosy journalista that I am, I asked what’s going on. Terse response was to call Avon police.
News tip: Late Saturday evening Avon police got a call about two missing girls. A 12-year-old and the 2-year-old toddler she was baby-sitting.
So I snapped a few (mostly crappy) photos, hauled off to work and told reporter Evan Goodenow and photog Anna Norris at the Chronicle-Telegram about what was happening. Here’s the story.
And now here are some pix from my little neighborhood.