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The Star’s city politics kingmaker, Yael Abouhalkah, issued a mea culpa this week for having helped Mark Funkhouser get elected mayor four years ago.
I suppose I should do the same thing here.
I suppose I should also respond to the Funk’s latest online video, in which he described everyone against him as a corrupt zombie who wants Kansas City to remain a patronage trough. Here again, Yael had a good response when he pointed out that virtually all of Funk’s initial supporters for his campaign are now against him.
And we’re all just as a anti-hog-trough as we were back then.
But I’m not going to do any of that. Instead, I’m going to celebrate Funkhouser’s accomplishments in office. And I’m going to look back at some of the good times we had.
On Friday, I got a $75 check in the mail that I wasn’t expecting, so I cashed it and headed straight for Vinyl Renaissance to feed my latest addiction.
I was having a great time putting together a stack of wax to take home and trip out on. Midway through my shopping frenzy, though, I remembered something I saw a few days ago on the store’s online Internet website: a turntable-buyers discount program. I thought, Hey! I bought me a turntable at this store, a totally cool vintage Dual with a brand-new Ortofon cartridge.
So I went to the man at the cash register and I said, “What’s up with your turntable-buyer’s discount plan?”
I was thrilled when I read on this site that Vinyl Renaissance is taking over the old Streetside Records in Westport.
I bought a vintage Dual turntable recently and I’m slowly turning my digital music collection into something tangible. Vinyl Renaissance has one of the best selections in the area (plus they sell super-top-of-the-line audiophile equipment like Macintosh that’s cool to look at and fantasize about being rich.)
The only downside is that it’s in the worst possible location in the metro area.
Seriously, going to VR’s outpost in a circa-1950 strip mall on a frontage road just off of Shawnee Mission Parkway is like descending into the darkest ring of suburban hell.
No, it’s worse. It’s like a prototype of suburban hell.
I’ve combed through all the mayoral candidates’ campaign disclosures and I have this to say: Deb Hermann rules the roost.
True, she has less cash on hand than Sly James, whose bogus poll claims he’s in second place. But the range of people who have contributed to her indicate that, out of all the candidates, she has the strongest base of support.
First off, she has some of the heaviest hitters of the business establishment. The Chamber of Commerce gave her $3,000, as did the Downtown Council (which gave the same amount to Rowland). She got three grand from Hallmark. Another thousand from Terrance Dunn, CEO of J.E. Dunn. Tom McDonnell, of DST, forked over $3,000. And so did his wife.
These are big deal contributions. Especially coming this early in the primary season.
Regarding the recent KC mayor’s race poll that was leaked to TKC…
I’m not ready to say it’s a complete contrivance. But I will say it’s complete bullshit.
In case you haven’t seen it, the poll names Mark Funkhouser as the frontrunner. That’s deceptive because, in the crowded field, he’s leading with a pitiful 26 percent. It also says:
Dissatisfied with the current leadership, voters are looking to replace Mark Funkhouser in the mayor’s office: Mark Funkhouser is personally (40% favorable/54% unfavorable) and professionally (28% positive/72% negative) unpopular and more than 6 of 10 voters say they would definitely (40%) or probably (22%) vote for another candidate to replace him as mayor.
Some of that is probably true. For instance, the 72 percent unfavorable on his job performance.
But the 26 percent?
OK sports fans. We’ve got less than two months before the primary in the mayor’s race and things are about to get hot.
Here’s an angle you all might want to keep an eye on: The Mayor and City Council have to adopt a budget by late March. Between now and then there will be a lot of wrangling over it, both in public meetings and behind closed doors, and a few major events.
One aspect of the process that will make it interesting is that the budget will go through the Council’s Finance and Audit Committee, which is chaired by Deb Hermann, who is running for mayor against Mark Funkhouser, who also serves on the committee.
Yael commended the story’s author, David Martin, which was wonderfully magnanimous. The fact that someone at the Star even mentioned David and the Pitch at all was a momentous occasion in itself.
I thought maybe the Star had finally changed its ways, that its reporters and editors had finally decided to stop pretending that they’re the only journalists in town and that they never get scooped.
But then I checked back at Midwest Voices the next day and found a Barb Shelly post commenting on an article by Matt Campbell about some med school students who got in trouble for playing with a placenta.
A lot of people were surprised that Freedom Inc. endorsed Jim Rowland for mayor.
That’s because Freedom is a black political organization and Rowland is white.
But I knew he was going to get the group’s support when I looked in Rowland’s October financial report and saw a $1,000 contribution from Gayle Holliday. The combination of Holliday and dollar signs is perhaps the best indicator of what Freedom will do.
If there were an award for Slickest Slickster in Local Government it would have to go to Al Figuly.
He’s the executive director of the Planned Industrial Expansion Authority, an obscure city agency that gives out huge tax breaks.
When I was a reporter at the Pitch I was dying to an expose on the PIE.
I suspected that it was corrupt, or at least poorly managed.
Here’s a big juicy slab of arrogance for you all to sink your fangs into:
As everyone knows, I was the brains behind the "Maria the Poodle" YouTube video in Mayor Funk’s first campaign. So it seems only right that I should critique the sequel.
Let me start by giving props where props are due: Maria is one of the freaking cutest creatures on the face of earth. She should run for Fourth District At-Large. She’d kick Joe Serviss’s ass. She looks great in the video, too, and surprisingly upbeat, even though I know that it’s been a rough couple of years for her.
First, she lost her co-star from the first video: Ginny, who passed away in late ’07, dog rest her soul.
Then she lost me.
Everyone on the Mayor’s "core team" knows that Maria loved me the most. She went crazy whenever she saw me coming up the front steps.
Because my belly rubs fucking rocked! I owned that little bitch’s soul.
The one time I was on The Walt Bodine Show Walt fell asleep. His cohost at the time coolly leaned over while I was talking and gave Walt a little nudge, and he woke up and said “mm hmm,” just like he’d been following the conversation the whole time. It was all very professional.
For four months into a scaled-back schedule, hosting the show only on Fridays, and, if the past is any indication, he’s likely to continue in that capacity for an other 15 years. But just in case Walt might be considering retirement, I’d like to make a suggestion for his replacement: Charles Ferruzza.
This little creature was cowering in the engine of parked pickup during a storm when she was rescued. She’s been to the vet, has an appointment to be spayed, and she’s eating quite well. She’s full of crazy kitten energy. … Continue reading
As I left The Brick last night after the viewing party for the grand finale of Bravo’s Work of Art I had the lead to this post all figured out. It went something like: Fuck New York. Those uptight, monochromatic, over-edited, p.c. control freak art world overlords need to get the hell out of their concrete canyons and go to a goddam county fair!
I was fuming. It was so obvious to me that KC artist Peregrine Honig deserved to win.
Peregrine is going to win. I’ve got it all figured out, and I know: she’s going to win.
A friend of mine told a story not so long ago about how she was looking for a place to have breakfast downtown and she saw a historical marker that said, basically, “something cool used to be here.” And she thought, That’s so Kansas City.
Like it could be a slogan for this place. Kansas City: Something Cool Used to Be Here!
In that spirit, and in the spirit of Cowtown Ballroom… Sweet Jesus!, I offer my current favorite document of Kansas City yesteryear — a bootleg recording of the Grateful Dead’s concert at Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hall in downtown KCK on November 13, 1972. Continue reading
In Budd Park, the park near my house, we had two great little playgrounds. Then the new Parks Board got appointed in 2007 and soon both of them were yanked and replaced, all part of a massive $1.8 million spending spree on playgrounds.
I know, I know. We gotta do what Continue reading