Cynicallous

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Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Saturday, November 20, 2004

Oh please Mr. Chairman, Save me from these low taxes!!!

So I see that Plainfield voted down the proposed zoning changes that would have allowed for the construction of a 140k seat racetrack and convention center. The dimbulbs interviewed on the TV must all have been Kerry voters. The only thing they were concerned about was potential traffic and fumes. (First off the track would have been less than a mile from a freeway and second when was the last time your cars were checked for emissions? Now go put that cigarette out you hypocritical jackass.) That's a fantastic reason to stick a knife in the biggest economic development to come to eastern Connecticut since, well, since I can remember. (You sure could tell whose side the news was on. The only film clip of racing they showed during the report was Matt Kenseth splattering into the tire barrier on pit road about a month ago.)

What the hell do you idiots think you are? Litchfield? You're not a frigging bedroom community that foppish New Yorkers in their Cayenne S Turbo's flock to on the weekends to escape another state they can't afford so they can buy forged antiques at inflated prices from other anti-locality morons who complain that their cell phones don't work, but damn isn't that horizon view impressive. You are a quickly aging textile mill community that no outsiders ever pause in except to borrow your plumbing during their flights to and from the casinos and you currently have a tax base that includes approximately zero industry. What are you going to do when your town finally goes broke and you are subsumed in a hostile buyout by your other good buddies, the Mashantuckets? (Boy, they sure add to the local tax coffers, don't they. Ohhhh, Riiight. They Don't.)

I feel sorry for the local residents who supported the track project either out of a love for potential local auto racing, or as a way to pull the town out of an anti-industrial slide that began forty years ago and is continuing at an ever increasing rate.

How about this. The next required tax increases must be shouldered entirely by the people who killed the track project? You gotta hit these morons where it hurts. In their wallets. Fortunately, given where their heads seem to be, you'll be slapping them across the face at the same time.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ain't it a shame=:( I'm not sure if they can get up a petition and ask for a referendum. I don't know the legal ramifications. But you should send your letter to the Editor of the Norwich BellyAche. Love you. I must admit I didn't expect it to be shot down. That shows you that I really don't know what's going on around here. There were a lot of people who don't come from Plainfield that had too much input.

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