I feel like I appreciate the better things in life, but I never purchase premium gasoline. Am I missing out on something special?
Remember the Kansas City jail they were building for the World Cup? It was revealed this week that the jail, being built near Front Street, would not be completely ready for the World Cup, despite council authorizations in recent months for cost overruns to hurry up construction. All I can tell you is that this now means that you’re probably not guaranteed to go to a new jail if you run out to a World Cup game and get arrested for public drunkenness. You might end up in the old jail, or they might just release you, just like they do most criminals.
Plan your summer accordingly.
World Cup hype is starting to remind me of Y2K. For those of you not old enough, Y2K was quite a dud of an event that we spent quite a bit of time and money planning for back in 1999.
Hell, who am I kidding? Nobody under 55 years old reads this column on a regular basis.
Hopefully, you have all filed your taxes. This is my annual reminder that the income taxes in this country are simply insanity in motion. The government says you need to pay us, but we are not sure what you owe us, but you decide what you owe and then send it in and if we disagree we might prosecute you and send you to jail or at the very least we will penalize you more money. Good luck.
I don’t mean to brag, but I bought a battery-operated gas pump off Amazon and it has changed my life. I think it was like $12 and you stick it in your gas container and turn it on and it pumps the gas out like a little kid’s version of a real gas pump. Never again will I awkwardly pour gasoline from a plastic jug into a mower. Not sure why I was unaware of this invention sooner, but such is life.
I was working in city government during Y2K in 1999 and we made our water and wastewater plant superintendents work on New Year’s Eve that night, monitoring the computer equipment to make sure it didn’t get caught with the bug that everyone said was going to take out computers across the country. I sometimes wonder how mad those dudes must still be for wasting a New Year’s Eve back then. I also wonder what exactly they were going to do if the computers did go down.
Unless you are following Foley around 24/7, you probably don’t quite have a clear view of the current politics in and around Platte County, but it has been a fairly complicated time period. If Foley is not more insane by the primaries, I’ll be shocked. These politicians are giving him news whiplash. He should probably call “Mike’s Got This” and file a fat lawsuit.
Anyway, the prosecutor position has got me a bit concerned. As a member of the Team Tony bandwagon brigade, I was excited that Tony will be able to deploy his “sizeable” campaign coffers on a local race, but I am most concerned about his dog, Truman.
Is Truman going to be allowed in the courthouse? In court? Can he go to crime scenes and wear a little “prosecutor” dog collar? Can he serve search warrants? Foley has done a decent job covering all this, but not one single word on how Truman is going to be deployed and that’s nearly journalistic negligence. I’m going to offer to interview Truman to get Foley out of this rut, but I can’t keep coming to his rescue like this.
(Guy Speckman can be reached researching canine prosecutor legal precedent)
