Posted by: nacho
« on: January 30, 2009, 02:45:21 PM »Enough with the adulation! The Obama Era is over! Fear the Snow God!
It's time to get flinty, according to Black Jesus. I offer the ten ways in which it's time for DC to get into the spirit of things (exactly what that spirit entails is unclear as of yet, but let's be as American as possible and just wade in without knowing what is going on or with regard to the consequences. Hurray!).
1. Nothing is canceled ever, for any reason, including mechanical failure or danger to human life.
2. Metro is no longer funded at all. It just runs on the sheer excitement the inauguration generated!
3. Georgetown is sold off to Virginia, but we get the rest of Arlington back to use as a driving range/ dunebuggy course.
4. Marion Barry is executed by the state.
5. No more schools at all. Michelle Rhee will just go to every child's house and tell them what they should know in fifteen minutes. Problem solved.
6. Hand guns are allowed in the District, but only if you are also legally drunk while carrying them.
7. EMS workers receive further fifteen minutes of training by Michelle Rhee, allowing them to correctly identify the torso 60% of the time.
8. The Palisades neighborhood is bulldozed and turned into gritty urban set for the next season of 24.
9. License plate motto is changed to “Not paying taxes any more, thanks.”
10. Liquid water is no longer allowed to freeze into the crystalline state, through sheer mental flintiness.
City Paper quickly responds:QuoteHey, you know what would happen if they got an inch of snow in Sault Ste. Marie, Mich.? Nothing! You know what would suck worse? Living in Sault Ste. Marie, Mich.!
Every time it snows here I get ready–make sure I have ice melt, find the snow shovels in the basement, check air pressure in car tires. I also brace myself for a boatload of superior twaddle from people who are originally from colder climes. You know who they are. Hell, I’m friends with some of them. No matter how cold it is, they insist it isn’t cold. And God forbid it should snow. You call this snow? they’ll ask without waiting for you to answer (and the answer is: yes).
Now even Jesus the new president is in on it. Hey Admiral Byrd and Co., here’s why school is canceled. My street isn’t clear. It’s not a main street, but there are many streets like it. I’m excellent at driving in snow and couldn’t get my front-wheel drive car up the hill and out of the nabe yesterday. This area doesn’t have enough snow-removal equipment to clear the streets quickly enough. Where cars can’t go, buses can’t either. Please snicker and hold your now-that-was-a-real-snow-day nostalgia parties out of earshot of the rest of us.
"No question, the president is right. The next time it snows, we would like to invite him to help us make the decision. His involvement will make it much easier to explain to our students why they won't be able to spend the day sleeping and sledding."
Turner added, in a tongue-in-cheek reference to the president's school-age years in the Pacific islands: "Or, I suppose Sidwell Friends could merge with Punahou, move our classrooms to Hawaii and never worry about the weather again."
Hey, you know what would happen if they got an inch of snow in Sault Ste. Marie, Mich.? Nothing! You know what would suck worse? Living in Sault Ste. Marie, Mich.!
Every time it snows here I get ready–make sure I have ice melt, find the snow shovels in the basement, check air pressure in car tires. I also brace myself for a boatload of superior twaddle from people who are originally from colder climes. You know who they are. Hell, I’m friends with some of them. No matter how cold it is, they insist it isn’t cold. And God forbid it should snow. You call this snow? they’ll ask without waiting for you to answer (and the answer is: yes).
Now even Jesus the new president is in on it. Hey Admiral Byrd and Co., here’s why school is canceled. My street isn’t clear. It’s not a main street, but there are many streets like it. I’m excellent at driving in snow and couldn’t get my front-wheel drive car up the hill and out of the nabe yesterday. This area doesn’t have enough snow-removal equipment to clear the streets quickly enough. Where cars can’t go, buses can’t either. Please snicker and hold your now-that-was-a-real-snow-day nostalgia parties out of earshot of the rest of us.