I don’t know if I’m up late or early but right now I’m listening to an online play list featuring the soulful sounds of Bill Withers and remembering that I owe Hearne another post this week.
So since I’m in a retro kind of mood, I think it’s appropriate to round up this week in Kansas City news.
Mayor Mark Funkhouser is now a lame duck and is now a footnote in Kansas City history. I’m finished trying to come up with clever analogies to mark this not-so-noteworthy occasion.Instead, I’m surprised how much this DIDN’T change. The earth didn’t split open, there weren’s’t mass celebration in the streets and no one even took a moment to halt from their respective campaigns to lament the one-time political giant’s implosion.
There’s talk that because The Star called the finalists in the General Election, that they now have more power and influence in Kansas City. This myth is easily busted by the fact that NOBODY voted and their coverage wasn’t influential enough to draw anybody to the polls. For the record, my 87 year-old grandma also predicted the EXACT outcome of the race. She’s also really good when it comes to bingo. But I digress.
This week also offers some more recycled trends. Let’s see:
Rebellion overseas, in Wisconson and now Union protesting in Kansas in Missouri has gripped the imagination of bored liberal columnists.
This is important stuff and puts local life in perspective. And while I don’t want to downplay the significance of rather important change, I will merely remind vigilant readers that it probably won’t change the price of coffee at Starbucks.
If anything, the changes sweeping the globe only reminds us how much life remains constantly mediocre in Kansas City. Sympathetic protesting in the U.S. is nice but I was more impressed that Saturday Night Live was the only major media outlet to really drive the point home and "report" that the rebellion in Egypt threw out a U.S. backed dictator. I’m sure Anderson Cooper might have spit out this fact but it wasn’t as noteworthy (or hilarious) as him getting his ass kicked by a crowd of angry brown people. But that’s old news, the "new hotness" involves radio talk show hosts playing hypocrite and rebuking Union protests across the nation because they don’t share the same ideals, stupid outfits and inane rhetoric as the Tea Party.
Closer to home, I’ve been digging this gray, cloudy, foggy and cold weather if only because it reminds us that the American economy isn’t EVER going to turn around and this town is caught in a cycle of FAIL that starts with horrible schools and then continues with macroeconomic factors beyond the control of naive local politicos.
China and India are getting closer and closer to calling the shots every day, but in this part of the world that only means that the division between rich and poor will grow more distinct, and the American Middle-Class will continue going the way of the Dodo and the Metro Daily Newspaper.
Cable TV News talking heads will cover this subject in greater detail when gas hits 5 bucks a gallon this Summer.
Long story short (too late) never before has it been so obvious that the era of American Exceptionalism is over. As a matter of fact, the "mood" of people in the street in the Midwest reminds me more of my ’70’s recession-era-childhood. Except that President Obama isn’t as religious as Jimmy Carter.
Still, to continue this recap, this town said NO to the empty rhetoric of a FAILED Mayor.
******* They caught the student suspects that were trying to burn down Southwest High School and it looks like even the most staunch advocate of education in the current admisistration believes that only prison will teach these kids a lesson.
******* Everybody is promising a boring Mayoral election between Sly James And Mike Burke and I really do believe them.
******* We had a really great debate with former reporter and current blogger Jim Fitzpatrick and instead of a blogger beef we learned about campaign motivation adjusting to digital life. I think Fitz was too nice to me but it also just reinforced my notion that he’s a class act. Chinese proverb: You won’t truly know someone until you fight them. (Full disclosure: I think that was in one of the Matrix movies)
Anyhoo, at the risk of going off into a Joe Miller musical tangent, I’m rocking Bill Withers tunes in the early morning for free via the sorcery of the Internets and I invite readers who have made it this far to take a listen to "Sweet Wanomi" with me if only because the retro classic will help elucidate this realistic and slightly melancholy worldview that I’ve laid out in this missive.
And maybe, clue people in to the fact that nothing really changes in Kansas City.