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Cambridge Changes Name Again. Now To Be Called “Lake Cambridge.”

Expect Delays!, MA (formerly Cambridge, MA): In a surprise move, once again agreed upon in Remote Executive Session (as most of the City Council was stuck in traffic), a majority of City Councillors voted to change the city’s name for a second time in as many months.

A leisurely commute to work in Cambridge.

A leisurely commute to work in a future Cambridge.

As you may recall, the city only recently changed its name to “Expect Delays!” to reflect the almost epic traffic jams and massive tie-ups encountered daily by city residents on area roadways and Red Line trains. When faced with the question of what to do about this seemingly unsolvable transportation crisis, the city council took two major steps: first they decided to act as if the problem didn’t exist, immediately approving two major up-zoning petitions that would bring thousands more commuters and car trips into the city, and second, they voted to rename the city “Expect Delays” in order to deflate any possible public outcry about the traffic mess.

“How can you complain about traffic in a city named Expect Delays!” longtime Councillor Ken Reeves asked when the issue was first raised. “There’s also the potential savings in signage to consider,” Councillor Timothy Toomey pointed out, “Heck, there’s an “Expect Delays!” sign on just about every major thoroughfare in the city. All we have to do is add the words “Welcome To” on each sign facing inbound drivers.”

And so acting thusly, all was once again harmony in our city—now named Expect Delays!—and on our city council. Until recently that is, when a band of tree-hugging, ice-cap lamenting troublemakers demanded the city respond to global warming by decreeing all major new construction conform to Net Zero Emissions standards.

Those same troublemakers pointed out the city is predicted to be 50% under water within 50 years, in cases of 10-year and 100-year storms. In fact, major landowner MIT, recently granted a zoning-busting 26-acre Planned Urban Development district, would be transformed into a water theme park with merely a two to three foot rise in the sea level.

The dark purple ain't good.

If your home is in the dark purple—it ain’t good!

(Check out the map above to see if your house or business will be above or below the high water line.)

After much acrimonious debate that saw pro-development interests predict wide-scale economic catastrophe, threatening an end to the era of no-holds-barred development and thus to developer handouts to the city and its politicians, the City Council voted to act decisively. They immediately voted to change the city’s name once again, this time to “Lake Cambridge”, and instructed the City Manager to buy thousands of kayaks and canoes to ensure future traffic patterns would once again flow smoothly.

Letter From The Mass Pike Extension

The Honorable Rick Scott

Governor of Florida

State House

Tallahassee, Florida

 

Dear Governor Scott:

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My deepest apologies for taking so long in getting back to you. I read with interest your letter suggesting I would find the “climate” in Florida more suitable for growing my business than the climate here in Massachusetts. I certainly agree your tax rate and weather conditions (barring hurricanes) would be a welcome relief after the cold winters of The Bay State and the deaf ears of its political community. But I must correct you on one important point: it’s not the taxes that are souring the business climate in Massachusetts, it’s the gridlock.

Yes, the gridlock! The reason it’s taken me so long to answer your letter is that I just haven’t had the time. I spend so much time in my car these days, stuck on the state’s roads and highways that I haven’t a moment to spare when I finally arrive mid-morning at the office, or when I return home to my family late at night after another hellish rush hour commute.

I don’t know about Florida, Rick, but here our politicians refuse to fully fund public transportation. They can’t seem to accept that the only way anything will improve on the highways is by reducing the number of cars. In large numbers. And the only way that will happen is if they vote the money to make public transportation a better alternative than sitting for hours in traffic.

Rick, your letter would have been much more accurate and effective if it had compared state statistics for nervous breakdowns and road rage incidents instead of tax rates and 70 degree days. The only reason I’m able, at last, to respond to your letter is because I finally smartened up two days ago and transformed my car into a portable Auto-Office. Now, I can blithely read my emails, answer letters, and catch up on a thousand previously neglected facets of my business while I’m stuck in traffic. Doesn’t matter if I’m stuck on Route 93,the Mass Pike or Route 95; doesn’t matter if I’m stuck north, south, or west of the city! Do I have concerns about safety, you might ask? Not a one. The traffic rarely moves fast enough to create a hazardous situation.

Thanks to my new Auto-Office I can now find time to consider your attractive proposal. I’ve also found time to begin scratching out a new career—as a lyricist, of all things! Look below this letter for a song I wrote yesterday while driving two tedious miles from Central Square in Cambridge to Commonwealth Avenue in Boston. Not bad for lyrics written in just two short hours, don’t you think?

Anyway, Rick, I promise to talk over your attractive invitation with my management team, once I get enough of them assembled to have a quorum. Between broken buses, overloaded trains and gridlocked highways, it’s a miracle when even half my staff makes it to the office.

Yours perpetually in first gear,

 

Paul

 

Paul Steven Stone

CEO and President

Blind Elephant Press

c/o Mass Turnpike Extension, Newton

 

 

AND NO ONE GIVES A DAMN

(Sung to the tune of “The Sidewalks of New York”)

by Paul Steven Stone

 

East side, West side, you can’t get through the town

The roads are jammed with traffic, and no one has a plan

Boys and girls together, me I’m stuck in a jam.

I left my home three hours ago and no one gives a damn.

 

East side, West side, you can’t get through the town

The subway’s packed with bodies, the buses half broke down

Boys and girls together, me I’m jammed in the T

I left my home three hours ago and, God, I need to pee.

 

East side, West side, you can’t get through the town

Tell my wife and kids I love them, I’ll see them when I can

Boys and girls on Beacon Hill can’t come up with a plan

I’ve had three nervous breakdowns and nobody gives a damn.

Shut Up and Eat Your Vegetables!

“Hey Ma, I can’t eat this ear of corn. It’s as big as my Tom Brady autographed football. Is this one of those genetically modified vegetables we’ve been hearing about in school?”corn

“Just shut up and eat. There are children starving in China. Or there used to be when I was a kid. Now they’re probably starving in Haiti, or Greece, probably Spain, too. Anyway, they wouldn’t complain about their food being too big.”

“And what about these peas? They look like green tennis balls. That can’t be safe to eat.”

“Just shut up and eat. The government says it’s safe to eat everything on your plate.”

“Which government is that? Teacher says they don’t allow any genetically modified foods in Europe, or a whole lot of other countries.”

“Which is why it’s important that American children like you not only eat their genetically modified vegetables, but eat enough to make up for all those foreign kids who don’t. Otherwise American companies like Monsanto won’t be able to stay in business.”

“I don’t care if they stay in business, Ma. I just don’t want to eat something that will make me sick.”

“I told you our government said this stuff is safe. They wouldn’t let them sell it if it wasn’t, would they?”

“You bet they would, Ma. They let Monsanto get away with all sorts of things. Out in California the food industry spent $46 million to kill a bill that would have required mandatory labeling of GMO’s in food products. Now they’re spending millions more to kill the same kind of bill in Washington State. If it’s so safe, why won’t they let people know when it’s in their food?

“Are you going to eat your vegetables?”

“And now that same government you claim is protecting us just passed a bill to protect Monsanto against lawsuits or product recalls in case any of their GMO crops prove to be harmful.”

“Paul Steven, I’m warning you…!”

“Think about it, Ma. What kind of consumer would buy a car the government says couldn’t be recalled? Or whose manufacturer couldn’t be sued for unexplained engine fires, sudden unintended acceleration, or faulty brakes?”

“You’re too young to understand.”

“I understand the government is treating us like children, Ma. I understand Monsanto is so powerful they were able to beat back an effort in the U.S Senate to force mandatory labeling of GMO’s.”

“Paul Steven, I’m about to lose my patience with you. Are you, or are you not, going to eat your vegetables?”

“Not until I know what’s in them!”

“How about drinking your milk?”

“Does it contain any bovine growth hormone?”

“Well, how the hell should I know?”

“If we lived in Europe you could read about it on the milk carton.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lady Liberty Paralyzed By Elephantiasis, Prognosis Not Good

For those who remember her as a symbol of vibrant democracy and American virtue, the recent succumbing of Lady Liberty to a paralyzing strain of elephantiasis has been particularly disturbing.Liberty

“What makes this form of elephantiasis so destructive is that the invading agent—in this case the Republican Party—is using the very same laws and constitutional processes to subvert and paralyze Lady Liberty that were put in place to protect her and keep her safe,” commented former American president George Washington, as he rolled over in his grave.

Trackers of the disease point to two seminal events that allowed a minority party to essentially bring the forward progress of an entire nation to a grinding halt. “First the sons o‘bitches stole the presidency,” growled former president Andrew Johnson, also rolling over in his grave, “from top to bottom, from hanging chads to Supreme Court interference in the electoral process, they poked Lady Liberty in the eye and opened the door for all sorts of mischief to sneak through the gates she’d been guarding.”

“That allowed an illegitimate, prisoner-torturing, war-mongering American President to stuff the Supreme Court with more of those gun-loving, people-hating Republicans who would sooner throw the Constitution under the bus than go against the wishes and best interests of billionaires and anti-government zealots,” Jackson concluded.

“And damn if they didn’t steal the next presidential election, as well!” Teddy Roosevelt, himself a former Republican, chimed in, being the latest in a long line of ex-presidents to turn over in his grave. “Hell, in all the history of exit polls for presidential elections, there’ve only been two that supposedly predicted the outcomes wrongly,” he continued. “Florida in 2000, Ohio in 2004. Both states whose electoral vote results threw victory into the arms of George W. Bush. You’d think the American media would have had the stink detector—or the courage—to question whether it was the exit polls or the reported results that were bogus?” the former president opined through gritted teeth.

Elephantiasis trackers next point to a confluence of American political events that set the stage for the disease to invade Lady Liberty and totally capture her vital organs and democratic processes. Having voted out the Republican majority in congress who, along with their illegitimate president, had allowed the plundering of the American treasury and economy, American voters elected a Democratic president and congressional majority who not only pulled the American economy back from the brink of total collapse, but also voted in a universal health care program that would bring health care to all Americans, including over 30 million of our nation’s poorest citizens.

That act of social conscience and long-overdue legislative protection for America’s most vulnerable citizens drew an immediate whiplash reaction from traditional Republicans and a GOP-led force of angry zealots who called themselves tea-partiers. And though nobody noticed at the time, the nascent bacillus of Lady Liberty’s elephantiasis secured its first beachhead when this mushrooming mob of angry voters, seemingly forgetting the Republican excesses of the Bush years, voted in a GOP majority—not only in the House of Representatives but in statehouses across the country.

The Elephantiasis bacillus

The Elephantiasis bacillus

In politics, timing is everything. In the development of Lady Liberty’s elephantiasis, timing was of crucial significance. Because those GOP majorities took power at exactly the right time for them to gerrymander voting districts to ensure Republican control of state houses and congressional districts for years to come, no matter how many geographically-bizarre districts had to be created, no matter how much the GOP’s base would eventually contract. Suddenly, at the stroke of state house pens across the country, a minority party with a shrinking base of support, was given a guaranteed legislative majority from which to pursue minority viewpoints and block the will of the American people.

And what of Lady Liberty? Her legs have grown so gargantuan and difficult to lift, it’s all she can do lately to get out of bed in the morning. And with every presidential or senate initiative blocked or ignored by Republican intransigence, she finds herself mostly moving backwards, living in the past, fighting battles she thought she’d won years ago. Kept in the past by a Republican Party and a conservative Supreme Court working tirelessly to set back voting rights reform and civil rights protections, to keep women, immigrants and minorities in their “rightful” place, to reduce middle class earning power and destroy recently enacted restrictions on reckless banks and Wall Street shenanigans, and to bring back the era of clothes hanger abortions. A Republican Party that has filibustered 420 times in recent years to block any kind of initiative that doesn’t resonate with their trickle-down, “serve the wealthy first” theories of economics and social justice, an obstructionist party that refuses to spend money on anything other than defense contracts, foreign aid and the construction of a 35 foot fence along the Mexican border.

The argument never changes. Time and time again, Lady Liberty has been told the deficit can’t be increased, that the precipitous loss of revenues—incurred because the Republicans under Bush virtually sacked the American economy—have driven up the deficit so dramatically there’s no money left to help struggling college students, hungry children, crumbling roads, falling bridges, a failing educational system or to even maintain the social contract she made years ago with our nation’s elderly and infirm. Suddenly Lady  Liberty finds herself spending more money on weapon systems than on an elder population forced to compete for Walmart greeter positions and to work into their 80’s. Rather than plan and legislate for the future, she finds herself repeatedly fighting battles the Republicans refuse to acknowledge having lost. Just last week, the Republican controlled house once again voted to kill off Obamacare, the success of which so frightens them they would rather bring the entire government to a halt, and leave 32 million people uninsured, than allow the law to be funded.

And if there’s nothing else she’s learned from her battle with elephantiasis it’s that there’s no arguing with this particular political disease. It will either have its way or kill her as it progresses. For Lady Liberty has learned better than most that our political process isn’t just broken, as many maintain, but that it’s been hijacked. Just as the Nazis, the Bolsheviks and the Chilean military under Pinochet hijacked their countries’ political processes.

As for Lady Liberty, it’s highly ironic that she may finally pass away at the moment her condition, under Obamacare, is no longer considered uninsurable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beauty Or The Beast In Central Square?

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The photo accompanying this essay is as close to a Rorschach test as any you might find. It shows two elements currently being discussed in regards to the future of Central Square. In the foreground is one of the city-owned parking lots on Bishop Allen Drive—Parking Lot #5. Behind it rises a building that will have to serve as a stand-in for the 16-story towers proposed by the Central Square Advisory Committee (C2 Committee) with the guidance of the Community Development Department.

I offer this photo for you to consider which of these elements is Beauty and which is the Beast? The Parking Lot or the Tower?

For me the choice is simple. I often traverse Parking Lot #5 in the normal course of my life; it’s a gateway through the graffiti alley, taking me from Mass. Ave. to Area 4 where I live. Unlike one of the members of the C2 Committee who was quoted as being afraid to enter the parking lot, I don’t find the lot threatening or scary, but rather, I find it welcoming. It takes you from the noise and congestion of Central Square to a place of spaciousness and quiet that serves as an entranceway to a neighborhood of modest wood framed homes.

True, I would prefer grass to all the cars, asphalt and concrete, but my eyes rarely linger on what I can’t enjoy. In the spring the trees are all in flower, serving as a glorious natural frame for David Fichter’s fabulous “Community Potluck” mural. As you can see from the photo, they still serve that function long after the blossoms have fallen from their branches.

In all honesty, the tower in the photo—an office building rather than the apartment towers being proposed—doesn’t offend me, but it certainly doesn’t seem anywhere near as attractive and relevant to my life, or my neighborhood, as does the not-so-frightening Parking Lot #5.

But more than anything else, the real Beauty in this photo hovers above both these earthbound elements—the sky! It’s the sky that is most often the unconsidered element in all these discussions. No doubt those who see the Beast in our Rorschach parking lot; who see the potential for more structures, more profits and more tax revenues, would argue that towers dotting the landscape will barely obscure the sky or lessen its impact on the quality of our lives.

But along with the towers, I see shadows on our landscape. And I see more—more congestion, more people and more noise. I see currently crowded roads further burdened; public transit systems, already maxed-out, strained to the breaking point; and I see endless sacrifices made by current area residents only to serve the needs of future residents, the profits of wealthy developers and the thirst for additional tax revenues. None of which sounds like Beauty to me.

Beauty or the Beast? The Parking Lot or the Tower? Better make up your mind before you discover how long a shadow follows the Beast.