On Deck…
Here are a couple of items I’ve been stewing about for quite some time but have chose not to write extensively about until my battle with The City over the Amusement Tax comes to an amicable conclusion. Think of this post as a teaser of things to come from that loudmouth from Jersey. (Who often goes “where he doesn’t need to go”, according to one local official)
DAUPHIN COUNTY DOMESTIC RELATIONS
In my personal, extensive, exhaustive experience, Dauphin County Domestic Relations (DCDR) has been the most absolutely demeaning, degrading, biased, racist, bigoted, unfair “public” service office I have EVER, EVER, EVER had to deal with.
I’d rather spend a week-straight waiting in line at a combination of PennDot, Traffic Court and The Dentist than spend a single minute within the 70′s decorated walls of the Dauphin County Domestic Relations office.
And I say this as a single Dad who’s always paid my child support on time- regardless of what DCDR has to say.
You see, I have a MAJOR problem with being generalized as a human being.
And there is no other “public” office that does a better job at generalizing people than DCDR.
I’ve been to the hearings. I’ve dealt with the “officers” (if you can call them that). I’ve sat in the stinky, filthy, dirty, closed-circuit camera policed waiting room, biting my nails just hoping that I get to see an officer that has an ounce of humility and compassion.
But we never do.
And this battle, friends, isn’t about me getting the short end of the stick.
This is different than getting a parking ticket or getting towed or getting raped taxed for entertaining the public.
No, friends. This particular battle is about what is right and what is just and what is fair.
And in my experience, The Dauphin County Domestic Relations system does not treat men fairly.
And we’ll explore that further in the months to come…
THE NEXT MAYORAL ELECTION
It’s a big one, kids.
(And come to think of it, I’m sure I’ll be writing about this one before the Amusement Tax is reformed)
Let’s be real for a second here.
There is no justifiable reason for any elected official to be in office for more than two consecutive terms.
Maybe it’s “fear of the unknown” or “fear of change” or just downright voter apathy that’s kept this guy in office for as long as he’s been.
But the time has come for a changing of the guard in Harrisburg.
And I’m not going to sit here and get into a pissing match with filthyman or hbgtruth or steven119 about the merits of a man who has sat in a smoky office for twenty five years spending our tax dollars on Annie Oakley’s gun and a Vampire Hunting kit while crack is being sold by twelve year olds at the corner of Green and Muench.
We can rename all of the neighborhoods we’d like- but the fact remains: we’re due for a new Mayor.
I’d hate to say it like this, but at this point- it’s Anyone But Reed.
The Primary is creeping up quick. And don’t be fooled by all of the “news” lately.
Oh, do you think it’s a coincidence that we’re hearing about our streets finally being repaved? Or that there’s this miraculous new two-hundred-plus-million dollar deal to whore out lease our parking garages to a NYC investment firm?
Pay attention, Harrisburg. It’s gonna be a long, hot summer.