In some ways I’m like the date rapist who sends flowers the next day with a happy little note saying, “Let’s get together again real soon”.
Now that I’ve got my rocks off terrorizing the city of Asheville and doing everything I could think of to destroy the capability of cities all across North Carolina to function, hopefully ensuring a long decline in the livability and charm of those places, thereby pushing out the liberal majorities in the cities, I can now be Mr. Nice Guy again.
So you will probably notice a lot of candy and flowers coming out of my media empire; the web sites my company hosts for my fellow legislators in violation of about sixty-five different RICO statutes. Because most of my fellow legislators have shot their wads over their own pet projects as well.
Why else would we waste time making promises about fixing the broken I240 interchange? We don’t really want to help the city handle its traffic problems, even if the infrastructure in question is ultimately our responsibility. We’re just sending pretty flowers. They will die soon and be tossed in the trash like all the rest.
The same kind of thing is happening all over the state. Enjoy this little make nicey-nice period, because we have some more law-making to do before we’re done this year.
“Here, let me get you a drink…”
“Is that James Taylor in the background? I love him. Live here often? Bourbon? I’ll be right back”…
“Feelin’ lucky! Dum de dum dum, How sweet it is to be drug-gin you”…