Our walking id of a mayor gave a State of the City address last night, and the following people are the brave souls who stoically witnessed the blowhard doing his best to pull the wool over everyone's eyes.
Pre-speech opining from Oyster. If this were a perfect world, this would be more than just an opinion.
Quasi-absentee speculation about what an absentee mayor could possibly have to say about the city he's running away from on a regular basis from Mark Folse.
Speechifying text is here, thanks to Jeffrey. I guess we now know the real reason why the local video store is stocking the Muddy Bears: chocolate on the outside, sickly sugary, artificially flavored mush on the inside.
Editor B has his take. Then again, B shoulda been up there instead.
I hope for the sake of her poor, recovering head, that Maitri didn't take in the speech. No doctor would ever order up such tripe as therapy for anything, except maybe screaming.
David at Moldy City pulls at the (un)funny stuff in the speech before he cusses away.
While driving, Varg picks apart a mainstream media pundit.
Schroeder gets creative: And finally, the piece de resistance, the blow-by-blow account of what it is like watching and listening to this schmo: I Know This Guy From Somewhere. Read it all, people. No one quote from Mr. Homan can do all of it justice. Somebody serve that man the severed head of the CEO of Somestates on a silver platter, complete with a hefty insurance check.
Sheckrastos may bemoan being a political slacker, but the NOLA blogpocheh makes it verrry easy and thoroughly enjoyable.
Update, 10:41 AM: Oh, how dare I miss Da Po' Blog? Servin' up all the more reason why Riley needs to resign...