‘when politicians get stoned.’
courtesy of ‘staceyviera’
Complaining about ANC members is sort of a pro-am sport in DC. If any of you live in the right spot and want to light a candle rather than curse the darkness, there’s a vacancy in 3C04, the small area in Cleveland Park east of Connecticut Ave. You can punch up the exact boundaries over here, but if you want to go out for the job don’t dawdle too long: the petition circulation period started Tuesday and closes on October 19th. You only need 25 signatures from qualified voters – surely there’s 25 people in your neighborhood that don’t know you well enough to hate you.
Or hate you enough to want to see you get a job that often irks people in exchange for the big annual salary of $0.00.
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
