Teenage wasteland

Homicides overall are down in D.C., but more juveniles have been murdered already this year than in all of 2003. The latest victim was a 15-year-old girl, cut down in an apparently random drive-by shooting.

"The machine had her breathing and all that," Lowe said a few hours after telling doctors at Howard University Hospital to take Myesha off life support. "But I saw my baby's brain coming out of her head. I knew she was gone."

[...]

Meanwhile, [neighbor] Cindi Garber stood outside her home, examining what looked like a palm-size bloodstain on the sidewalk and the shattered glass scattered across her sidewalk and into the street. She wondered whether she should clean it up but said she didn't want to offend neighbors who knew the girl or hinder police by removing evidence, she said. But it was upsetting to look out her window and see the markers of the attack out there, she said.

You'll be able to learn more household tips for cleaning up bloodstains when you visit this year's "city living, dc style!" expo, Septe... excuse me, september 17-19. Ask for Babs.

Sloth!

Time to travel, via Metrorail, from Judiciary Square station to Court House station, after the They Might Be Giants street concert, at the ungodly hour of 10 p.m. on Saturday night...

55 minutes.

Distance travelled: about five miles.

Even MARTA was faster than this.

(Note to Metro: That's right, I compared you unfavorably to MARTA. You just got served.)

D.C. bites back

Apparently my trademark D.C. luck got transferred this weekend to Meghan's friend from New York.

The highlight might have been when someone approached us to inform her: "I thought Cyndi Lauper was dead." It was my fault, I guess. I forgot to mention that she should be dressed in khaki at all times.

So true, and so sad.

Maybe this is that Corporation movie I saw yesterday talking, but perhaps we should consider classifying Washington, D.C. as psychopathic.

Uh-oh, someone's not getting a date to semi-formal

I know that if you're reading me, you probably read Wonkette first. But in case you haven't seen it, her scoop about the Capitol Club's reaction to the story about The Madison... is simply priceless.

From: Tripp Donnelly Sent: Wednesday, July 21, 2004 10:31 AM To: xxxxxxxx Subject: RE: Hill Piece
xxxxxxxx-

Congratulations on the article and recent party. Let me preface what i'm about to say that I know it is and was all in good fun. I will say that my phone and email has been blasted this morning. Several of our members - especially those on the Hill - weren't delighted with the reference of the capital club in the article. Several members, especially former members of the cap club and Hill guys, do not want the Madison to be referenced as the female equivalent to the club. Hence, I did want to reach out to you about this. I know it may have come from one of our members at the party, but it's critical that we have final say in whatever goes into print or broadcast with the club's name. Member's names can be referenced, but the club can not. I know the piece was all in fun and I enjoyed it, but please let your board know - that we had some notable past members, present members and board members that weren't excited about the piece and want to nip the reference in the proverbial bud.

T.

Ha ha... this can't be a real e-mail. I refuse to believe that "Tripp Donnelly" is someone's real name.

"It's critical that we have final say in whatever goes into print or broadcast with the club's name." Yes, it's a good thing the Cap Club has the right of first (amendment) refusal on all references to its name. Because otherwise we might all think they're a bunch of self-worshipping choads!

Seriously, replace references to "Cap Club" with "Sigma Chi", and throw in a reference or two to SGA, and this is pretty much the kind of letter we would get at our college newspaper. Before laughing and throwing it in the trash.

Metrorail reaches unprecedented levels of inconvenience

WMATA is running out of SmartTrip cards. Who could have possibly forseen such an increase in demand? Well, ignoring how they now force commuters to exclusively use said cards to pay for parking fees.

Do the people who run Metro actually ever have to ride it? Or do they, more likely, live in some magical fantasy land of delusion and wonder?

The Stepford Capital

You vomited at reading about the Capitol Club. Now, dry heave at the subserviant female equivalent: The Madison.

One local news personality, said a Madison higher-up, "calls us trophy wives in training." She laughs, tucking a strawberry-blond lock behind her ear. "I would be the ultimate trophy wife!"

Of course, Madison women are keenly aware that trophy wives can have fun but not too much fun: No one wants his trophy too tarnished before they walk down the aisle.

All right! It's good the hear that we've finally caught up to Mississippi, circa 1910 or so.

What makes The Madison a big, fat target for anyone who isn’t a member is that it looks and feels like a relic of a faraway time and place — before Betty Friedan, Roe v. Wade, the 19th Amendment. There’s a curiously staid quality, a predictability, about going out on the town in the nation’s capital. In New York, everyone is looking for an experience; in Washington, they’re looking for a future; in Washington there’s a lack of edge.

And these are the people who have the run of the local bars. Don't ruffle too many feathers, ladies.

Most disturbing Google search hit ever

"girl available for fucking in reston"

Wow.

Good luck with that, buddy.

Hispanic immigrants: Virginians will tolerate you, as long as you, you know, stay inside

The Fairfax County police thought it would be a good idea to hold an open Spanish-language demonstration on how to install and use a child car safety seat. The idea was to try to build up some goodwill between the cops and a rapidly growing segment of the population.

So why did nobody show up?

It seems that immigrants are afraid of being deported by the cops after the passage of a (say it with me now) new state law. The law allows the arrest, without a warrant, of immigrants with prior felonies who are suspected of committing another crime.

The law's passage has been a daily topic on media outlets within the immigrant enclaves. Sgt. Richard Perez, a Fairfax police spokesman, said he has appeared on Spanish-language television and radio stations to explain the new law. Each time, his office has been flooded with calls as soon as he left the air.

Hispanic residents, he said, "are under the impression that this law was going to be used to start deporting all illegal aliens." Perez added that "people are contemplating hoarding food and staying inside to withstand the initial onslaught of enforcement."

I can't understand why they would be afraid to step outside in the county that's home to Pat Buchanan, who is of course a friend to all immigrants. But there you go.

Part of the problem is that it can be hard to prove one's status, said Frecia Guzman, a Salvadorian immigrant who owns a deli in Fairfax.

She noted that many of her Salvadorian friends are in the United States with a special asylum grant known as Temporary Protected Status. But many don't have the papers to prove it and have been waiting for months to get their documents from the federal government.

Now they are afraid of venturing outside their homes, believing they will get stopped by police and asked to produce documents that prove their immigration status, she said.

"They are scared to go out to the restaurants," Guzman said. "They don't even want to go outside."

Virginia: Give us your tired, your poor, your agoraphobic.

Zebras stick to their own kind

I mentioned last week that I work as an offical at football games. The pre-season is almost here, so it's time for the annual training clinic, about which I received a mass e-mail reminder from the commissioner last week.

(The hateful part is about halfway down.)

The clinic [...] will be held in the Multi-Purpose Room [...] and NOT in the auditorium. The dress for the day is casual and you may want to bring a pen for writing and some paper to write on in case you want to take notes. There will be no food served so please eat a hearty breakfeast and make arrangements for a late lunch. If you bring a drink with you please make sure it has a re-sealable top to prevent spills. If you bring any kind of snack, please be sure to clean up your debris. The format for the meeting is as follows:

8:00 AM Clinic Registration and Sign In - We want to make sure everyone who attends gets credit; however it is EACH INDIVDUAL MEMBERS RESPONSIBILITY TO SIGN IN, so please remember if YOU do not sign in and/or out, you WILL NOT receive credit for attending. There will be no sign ins after 8:30 as the rules clinic will be in session.

8:30 AM Rules Clinic - coaches will be in attendance as the usual format must be maintained by the VHSL. Each member will sign an attendance card at the end of this session to receive state credit.

Approx. 10:00 AM - Panel/Group Discussion - The Pregame

Approx. 10:45 AM - Position breakdown session - Topics to be chosen. If you have special requests for discussion please contact the commissioner to have them taken under advisement.

Approx. 11:30 AM BREAK - Snack if you brought one- If you are leaving please remember to sign out to receive credit for 1 state meeting and 1 association meeting.

Approx. 11:45 AM - Group Meeting - General association topics including perception, the status of the NVFOA and the play-off selection format. If you are leaving after this session, please sign out to receive credit.

Approx. 12:30 PM - Film and Discussion on Mechanics and Philosophy

Approx. 1:45 PM - Sign Out.

Our goal is to cover everything and get out no later than the above format. However, please do not come with the mindset that we will definitely end at this time. The most important aspect is to cover all topics and make sure everyone understands where the [association] is going. This may take a little more time or it may run so smoothly we get out earlier than expected. So please be flexible.

As mentioned in an earlier email, the [...] Supplies trailer will be present for anyone needing to make a purchase of equipment or to order shirts, etc., after the clinic. As a side note, I have given up most of my interest in this business but have maintained a portion to ensure the NVFOA get localized service and pricing. Because of this change there could be some other requiements for ordering taking down the road.

[...]

Last but not least the following observation was passed to us from one of our members and we thought it would be proper to pass it along.


IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT.


I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans. However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the "politically correct"? crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism is offending others.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans, we have our own culture, our
own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.

Americans speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language!

"In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display our motto on the walls of our schools. If "God" offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.

If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from. This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle. Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our national motto, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great American freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.

If you agree -- pass this along; if you don't agree -- delete it!

AMEN
A citizen of Tampa Bay, FA

So, then... what does that attachment have to do with being a football official? If you're an immigrant, atheist or disagree with anything about America, you should consider leaving the country? Samma-wha?

Well, then. I guess I'm feeling a bit... uncomfortable. Right now.

Although (I hope) is wasn't intended this way, the message seems to imply that only one type of cultural, religious, and political ideology are welcome in our association. And when you consider the fact that we're chronically and desperately trying to retain and recruit members (a nationwide problem), injecting a separatist political ideology into an otherwise routine e-mail about training seems like a really fucking stupid idea. And yet, that's what the commissioner has done.

Of course, I'm even stupider for writing to him to complain about it. Yes, I replied to the e-mail, like a moron, and told him what I think about his separatist rhetoric. So much for getting a playoff game this year. But I had to say something. Is it just a coincidence that we have the smallest recruiting class ever this year, and will have to work short-handed at a majority of our games? Perhaps presenting an image of an association open to only one type of political thinking finally taken its toll?

Well, maybe not. But this certainly doesn't help, and I don't like having to compromise what I believe by calling myself a part of it. Because, again, I'm stupid.

Forget it, James.

It's Virginiatown.

why.i.hate.dc FLASHBACK!

Oh, these are always so much fun. Let's step in the wayback machine for a "blast from the past!"

07.15.1924

I say, fellowes! A few days ago while reading the sports page of the local news-paper, I happened upon this bedevilling account:

A few weeks after a Tigers-Yankees game ended with a forfeit due to a riotous scene involving approximately 1,000 fans on the field, today's Senators-Indians game concludes with a fan's tangling with an umpire, and player-manager Bucky Harris' likely suspension.

As the Post's Frank H. Young reports: The "battle, which the Nationals took from the Cleveland Indians, 15 to 11, came very near ending in a wholesale riot when a hot-headed fan leaped from the grandstand near the local dugout as the last visitor was retired and took a punch at Umpire Ducky Holmes. The two men were immediately surrounded by several hundred fans, but not before [Cleveland 3B Chick] Fewster had grabbed Holmes' assailant and Umpire Moriarty had landed on the fan just as he was ready to take another punch at 'The Duck.'

Oh dear, that is no way to behave during a professional sporting event. I must say I am troubled by this turn of events, as I, too, have witnessed such boorish and drunken behavior while out on the town.

"Just what made Mr. Fan lose his head in the manner he did is not known, as the umpiring was apparently no worse than usual.

Fellow citizens, we must get to the bottom of this unexplainable rage on the part of our neighbors. If our quaint little town is indeed fit for President and Mrs. Coolidge to call home, we should be dignified enough to refrain from such loutishness. Do we truly wish to behave as Terrapins fans do? I say nay.

Sincerely,
Ye olde James F.

Ahh, that really brings me back. It's nice to be reminded that the me of 80 years ago was just as brilliant as the me of today.

Straight outta south-central Reston

These days, I'm forced to spend most of my days in motherfucking Reston, since that's where my motherfucking job is located. And you know what I've never had the desire to do out here?

Pack heat.

Apparently, though, you shouldn't let the bland office parks and mid-level chain restaurants fool you. MFing Reston is an urban concrete jungle, filled, apparently, with so much danger and gun battles that some people feel the need to openly carry pistols in public.

On July 2, Fairfax County police received a 911 call from a Champps restaurant in Reston. Six men are seated at a table, the caller said. They're all armed.

Dispatchers quickly sent four officers to the scene. The officers were "extremely polite" and were hoping that some of the men were in law enforcement, said Sgt. Richard Perez, a spokesman for the police department. None was.

The men told the officers "they were just exercising their rights as citizens of the commonwealth," Perez said.

Turns out, packing a pistol in public is perfectly legal in Virginia. And three times in the last month, including at Champps on Sunset Hills Road, residents have been spotted out and about in the county, with guns strapped to their hips, exercising that right.

That... is some creepy-ass shit. But also hilarious. They're packing heat at Champps.

Champps!

What do they think is going to happen? Terrorists are going to come crashing in and take hostages? "Give us Southwestern chicken Caesar salad now, or this bitch gets it! Oh, and throw some more of those little tortilla chip strips, too, please."

It turns out that the lawmakers down in Richmond, always known for their careful forethought, reinforced legislation that makes open carrying of guns legal. Now, even local jurisdictions who had banned the practice are forced to allow it.

Virginia statute 15.2-915 now completely prohibits any locality from enacting any regulations on gun ownership, carrying, storage or purchase, except for rules related to the workforce. Alexandria, for example, had an ordinance prohibiting openly carrying guns. It is now invalid.

So, good news, MS-13! You can now carry guns around legally! Muy bueno!

Meanwhile, back on the mean streets of Reston:

Three days after the incident at Champps, a married couple were walking their dogs down Market Street, the busy thoroughfare in the heart of Reston Town Center, about 3 p.m. In addition to pistols on their hips, Perez said, both the man and woman were carrying an extra magazine of ammunition.

So, not only does this couple think that there's enough danger lurking in Reston Town Center that they need their guns. They're also prepared to fucking reload if necessary.

So, who are these deluded fuckjobs who think they need to protect themselves with firearms while grabbing a frappucino at the Tysons Corner Starbucks? Why, it's members of the predictably-named Virginia Citizens Defense League. These inbred fucking Cletuses have taken up the burden of protecting far-flung Northern Virginia from the perilous nothing that was threatening all of us.

[VCDL president Philip] Van Cleave said most gun owners, particularly defense league members or concealed weapon permit owners, are law-abiding. Anti-gun forces "have come to think guns themselves are evil. You've got to worry about the person, not the gun."

I AM WORRIED ABOUT THE PERSON, goddammit. These people are fucking insane wackjobs, as evidenced by their carrying of loaded weapons into Champps. I don't think it's a far-flung notion to think that somebody that paranoid won't fly off the handle. "Excuse me miss, but when I said I wanted the dressing on the side, I wasn't fucking kidding around." BANG! God forbid I should show up for kareoke night and one of these yokels doesn't like my singing. "Dammit, that's not a Toby Keith song!" BANG!

But the best part of all this is how it contributes to my worst nightmare. I work as an on-field official during football games, and I occasionally work Pop Warner, which consists of little kids from first grade up through middle school. The kids are fine, but the parents are sometimes unruly; some of them occasionally drink a little too much while watching their kids participate. The stands are often very close to the field, so we often get some unwelcome editorial comments. My worst nightmare is that Cletus Sr. will get pissed that I called pass interference on Cletus Jr., and pull out his piece. And there I am, in an open field, with no security around to put his ass down.

So, Virginia lawmakers and the NRA: my nightmares thank you. You've once again put the legal power to easily kill me in the hands of the easily paranoid. Bravo.

Metro: Riders must wear hard hats

A Metro rail passenger almost got brained by a large chunk of falling ceiling at Farragut North station. But don't worry, I'm sure the powers that be are on top of the problem, so that it won't happen again.

Metro officials have said the transit system needs $1.5 billion in the next six years to buy rail cars and buses and to rehabilitate stations and equipment. So far, none of the local jurisdictions that fund Metro or the federal government has agreed to pay those costs.

Or not.

Meanwhile, here's a funny phone conversation I overheard last night on Metro rail:

"We have to get out of D.C. I can't stand the inefficiency. Yeah. This is ridiculous. I'll see you in 45 minutes. Bye. [hangs up angrily]"

This perturbed young woman got off at Metro Center, probably to get on the Red Line for some far-flung Maryland destination. And I'm with you, angry girl, because it really is annoying how slow the trains are at night. We were at the D.C. United-Nottingham Forest match last night at RFK Stadium (good game, BTW; it's no baseball, but still fun). We got to the station at about 9:45 and waited 20 minutes for the Orange train to show up. We finally got to our home station, Court House, at 10:40. So that's about 55 minutes of travel time to go 7.3 miles. I happen to know that I can bike that distance in less time. Granted, at that time of night there's a chance I would wind up tangled in the bumper of some stolen van careening down Constitution Ave. But taking 55 minutes to go seven miles is not "rapid transit." It's "slow-ass transit."

At least they got rid of the failed two-car train experiment on weekday nights. But if they want people to ride the train at night, they're going to have to make it more convenient than bicycling.

Washington Times: Still hasn't been burned down by an angry mob

Even after all that hard work by John Gorenfeld exposing the Rev. Sun Myung Moon crowning himself the Messiah, the insane voice of the Moon-owned Washington Times is still tolerated and encouraged in D.C. In fact, Marlyand representative Roscoe Bartlett (yes, his real name) claimed he attended the ceremony in honor of the Times:

"I'm a conservative," he said. "I'm delighted that we have a middle-of-the-road paper in Washington."

That's right... the Washington Times is middle-of-the-road. The same Times, by the way, printed this editorial a couple weeks ago:

One reason is that it's too blindingly obvious that Mr. Clinton's book should have been titled "My Lie." All of that stuff about Hillary being mad, making him sleep on the couch, going to marriage counselors for a year, yada yada, is all made up. They have had a pact for decades: He gets to fool around with women, and she gets to fool around with women (plus the occasional man like Vince Foster).

Yes, she's bisexual -- I disclosed that in an infamous Strategic Investment column in January 1993, and Dick Morris publicly revealed it a few years ago. You knew that, right?

Wow, that passage would make even Matt Drudge blush like a schoolgirl. And this crap was actually printed. Yes, in a newspaper! Ah, but not just any newspaper; a middle-of-the-road newspaper. Which we should all love and treasure.

Just remember not to confuse Moonie mass-arranged "marriages" with gay "marriage" (in quotes per WT style).

I'm not the target audience

From the Only in Washington Dept.: For the past two days, WTOP radio has been running an advertisment that begins:

"Senator Bill Frist. Do you [blah blah blah...]".

That's right, the intended audience for the spot is one guy. I don't even remember what the message is; there's something the lobbyists want him to concentrate on rather than the gay marriage amendment. Which is fine, but really, isn't this kind of a gamble? Unless you happen to know that Frist listens to that particular station at that time of morning?

But more importantly, must you make the radio listening public sit through your boring-ass lobbying efforts? I kind of miss advertisments promoting things I can actually buy, like, you know... goods? And, perhaps, services even? Pizza, and the like?

It's bad enough we have to listen to defense contractors like Northrop Grumman, and Lockheed Martin fellate themselves over our radio waves, crowing over how great it is that their defense systems allow our country to more effectively bomb targets of the retarded wars that Bush decides to instigate.

Yes, thank you, military contractors, for using our tax dollars to lobby for more tax dollars. Now go get me a pizza.

INS1PID: Personalized Virginia license plates I have hated (part 12 in a series)

4TEA-LUV (that's adorably vomitous)
NUF SEDD (oh please)
FITE CLB (obviously, the less said about this, the better)
IM CHAS (hi, Chas; you're a dork, and your name is Chas)
WHAZZAP (Great license plate... NOT. Stay tuned for more '90s catch phrases.)

RAAAAAAGE

The summer heat is on, and folks 'round here are gettin' a might murderous. Four murder victims over the weekend, including two teenagers killed and three more people hurt in one shooting spree late Saturday night. Sadly, that puts us up over 100, although still in good shape to come in under 200 for the year.

The violence isn't limited to D.C. In Frederick, even cows aren't safe from gun violence. The great tragedy here, of course, is the costumed cow vigilanteism that will originate from the young calf who witnessed the murder of his parents.

Meanwhile, I myself witnessed two bizarre acts of road rage over the weekend. Well, actually only one was on the road. Coming back from dinner Friday night, driving west on Lee Highway in Rosslyn, we saw two SUVs in a strange duel with each other; at about 35 mph, one swerved suddenly in front of the other, as if trying to cause an accident. And then did it again, and again. All this in the middle of a cluster of traffic; everyone was lucky to escape a giant pile-up. Just as suddenly, the SUV's stopped dueling and started driving normally. Surreal.

Then, we were biking yesterday on the Mt. Vernon trail. At one point it crosses under a bridge, and the passageway is narrower than the path, so bicyclists sometimes have to wait for it to clear out before proceeding. As we approached, one cyclist was waiting for a skateboarder to make his way out, so nothing too unusual. Then, the cyclist says something rude to the skater as he cleared the tunnel, I guess for making him wait, which starts them arguing. It didn't develop into anything, but... seriously, WTF? I've never seen bike-path rage before.

Where is the love?

Anti-intelligence intelligence

Gotta love it.

A few days before Secretary of State Colin L. Powell gave his 2003 presentation to the U.N. Security Council on Iraq's purported weapons of mass destruction -- with its startling allegation that four individuals had confirmed that Iraq had mobile biological weapons laboratories -- a government analyst who had read a draft of the speech sent an urgent e-mail to his boss.

All those sources are suspect or unreliable, especially the key one nicknamed "Curve Ball," warned the analyst, the only U.S. intelligence official who had met Curve Ball.

The analyst received a dismissive reply. "This war's going to happen regardless of what Curve Ball said or didn't say, and . . . the Powers That Be probably aren't terribly interested in whether Curve Ball knows what he's talking about," replied the deputy chief of the CIA's Iraq task force. The warning was never passed on to Powell or his top aides.

Wow. So, after the lower-level "terrorists are attending flight schools" FBI memo was ignored, we learned... absolutely nothing. Fucking brilliant.

Once again, Maryland gets it backward

Silly Maryland. Virginia is supposed to be the backwater hick state with the cross burnings. Not you guys. And yet, this is the second time in a year.

Uh oh

I think the Post jinxed D.C. when it wrote about the dip in murders last weekend. Because there were apparently two on Wednesday and one yesterday.

Hopefully this isn't a portent of many murders to come during the long, hot summer, as foretold by some in the comments section of this blog. This phenomonon is also known as the 50 Cent Memorial Effect. D.C.'s still on pace for a sub-200 year, but it would be nice to hold off on triple digits for a while.

Introspection: I demand a book deal

I finally got moved to a real desk at work. Now I can see outside, and it has a calming influence on me, which is bad for vitriolic blogging.

Eh, just as well; I'm the only Washington-based blogger who's not famous. Washingtonienne has a book deal and Wonkette will cover the Democratic National Convention for MTV.

Granted, they worked hard for their fame (especially Washingtonienne). But seeing as how I have no "inside" perspective on Washington (and, in fact, seem to insist on remaining "outside"), and since all I'm really good for is bitching about things I've observed, I don't think there's much hope for me turning a profit through writing.

Oh, here's a way to make some money... take a job as the top Medicare official, then suppress the true cost of drug benefits until Congress approves the budget, and then take a job as a lobbyist for health care companies.

Maybe that's my problem... I'm not willing to commit enough impropriety. I can't reconcile the fact that stealing and cheating are rewarded here, rather than punished. This guys gets probably a $300K-$400K annual salary for ripping off taxpayers to the tune of hundreds of billions of dollars; I get to pay $50 for driving 61 in a 50.

Ah, la belle vie.

Coming soon: The Birds II (err... III?)

Drivers in formerly-rural Loudon County have a new hobby: squishing chickens with their SUV tires. I call upon the poultry of this region to rise up against their human oppressors!

A goose holocaust and a panda conspiracy

One hundred Canada geese were euthanized in the Olney community of Waterview for the heinous crime of pooping. If there is such a thing as cosmic balance, the members of the homeowners association (the ironically named "Environ") who made the decision will be slowly and painfully eaten by coyotes.

In other dead animal news, the same rat poison that killed two red pandas at the National Zoo last year also sickened some zoo workers at the time. For some reason, they were first driven to a Metro station before being taken away in an ambulance, and told to hide their place of employment from medical personnel. The zoo released employee accounts that largely blacked out, presumably due to matters of national security (Washingtonese for "you don't need to know how completely retarded we are").

2 short

I actually had a pleasant evening yesterday. Went to dinner in Dupont Circle (no, not at Lauriol Plaza, but at Tomate) and caught a movie, the Hunting of the President, at Visions cinema (although I get better sound in my living room).

The movie got out kind of late, 11:15, but in time to catch a Metro train. You know what I'm not a fan of? Two-car trains after 10 p.m. And it looks like I'm not the only one. People are not enjoying having to cram onto a full train, or wait 15 minutes for the next one.

I'm hard-pressed to believe Washington can be a vibrant city with actual nightlife when it pulls crap like this.

Plus, I got spoiled by London, where if you miss a train or a bus, there's probably another one 1-2 minutes behind. There's no reason at all to drive in London; you'd be crazy to, since the public transportation is so good. Not so here.

Wrap your head around this comment

From the comments:

You are the typical white Dumb-Ass(R)
which is usually 2 shit-faced to realize that you have niether the guts nor the brain to really see the WHOLE DC. As we hate the Government just as much as you do.

OK, I guess we're turning this into a black-white issue. Yes, I'm white (and thus not cool enough to replace the word "to" with the number "2"). But I'm not the one who created the strong racial divide in this city, and in fact it's one of the things that I really, really hate about living here.

I used to live in Atlanta, which bills itself as the "city too busy to hate." And I found that to be true. Perhaps it's because there's a sizeable, well-to-do black community and a collection of great black colleges; perhaps it's because I could walk into Ron and Gladys' Chicken and Waffles without drawing a second glance. For whatever reason, I didn't sense the same resentment between blacks and whites that I do here.

It's not that there's overt hate going on in Washington, but there is a seething, below-the-surface rivalry along racial lines that reveals itself when you talk about things like D.C. voting rights (e.g., if they elected Marion Barry twice, they don't deserve a seat in the House). Would D.C. still be disenfranchised if it were predominantly white? Would it still be chronically underfunded by Congress? No, but that's the kind of environment we live in. It fosters further dislike, and occasionally makes me feel unwelcome when I do travel down to D.C.

Meanwhile, every day I do get to experience suburban Virginia first-hand, where a xenophobic white population supresses anything that might contain the slightest bit of soul, and barely tolerates a poor Hispanic contingent (providing all they're doing is cleaning our offices or serving us fast food). Thus, in Washington, we get the worst of both worlds.

So why is it that you hate DC?

I love when people ask this. LOVE IT. I actually had a reporter contact me one time about the blog, and ask, "So just WHY do you hate D.C. so much?"

That's the point of this site, people. There are over 500 posts explaining why I hate D.C. and the surrounding metro area. I couldn't possibly boil it down to a one-sentence answer.

The rest of the comment made by brain explode, so I won't attempt to respond. But I would like to preserve it for posterity:

Have you ever took the time to VISIT DC long enough to NOT have an opinion on anything you wrote, other than what you took from the Washington Post?

Oh and take a walk on my block and say some crazy shit like that. In you earlier statement on 6/23, "I hate DC. Everyone is mean, self-righteous, and overdressed."-----I wonder why and if you had a sense of humor you would get the bumper sticker and the license plate.

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A tax on the mathematically impaired

The closest casinos (featuring table games such as blackjack) are 4 hours away in Atlantic City. Anybody who managed to open up a casino closer to home would be sitting on a gold mine, Trebek.

I mean... sitting on a gold mine. Period.

There is a group looking to put casinos in D.C. But not the real, fun kind; it's the kind where you sit down and stare into one of 3,500 "video lottery terminals." Apparently they're like slot machines, but no details have been released with regard to payouts. Presumably these would be worse than traditional slots, which typically pay out 90-95 percent of a bet on average. Meanwhile, state-run lotteries sometimes pay out as low as 50 percent of cash wagered per play (to use typical Pick 3 games as an example).

Earlier diatribe about house edge here. We have many lottery games in all three jurisdictions, including government-run keno games in D.C. and Maryland. All are gigantic rip-offs. Blackjack, which for some reason has a greater "evils of gambling" stigma attached to it, generally offers no less than 99.56% payout per bet if you play correctly, and is more fun because you actually get to interact with real people instead of a computer screen. I get my fill of staring at a screen when I'm at work.

Once again, I'm in the wrong line of work

We already have a serial arsonist who's been at it for over a year. Now we also have serial bank robbers! They've struck six times in and around D.C. since January, netting an easy $300,000.

Once again, the forces of the FBI, D.C. police and Prince George's County police are dutifully on the case. (Separately.)

No, Dick Cheney. Go fuck yourself.

Washington's clearly not getting a baseball team anytime soon. Is this enough to make me a Yankees fan?

Cheney, who visited both clubhouses after batting practice, watched part of the game from the box of Yankees owner George Steinbrenner and part from a first-row seat next to the Yankees dugout, where he sat between New York Gov. George Pataki and former New York City Mayor Rudolph Giuliani. Cheney was booed when he was shown on the right-field videoboard during the seventh-inning stretch.

Well, still no, but that's awesome.

Uh-oh

I just got gently reprimanded for wearing shorts and sandals to work. I fear it could be the beginning of the end.

Anybody out there looking to hire a software engineer? MSCS, 2.5 years exp. C/C++ but can pick up anything. (Sadly, as you might expect, I'm crap at networking.)

Did I mention that I fucking hate D.C.

As expected, I received a ticket for being nicked by a robomatronic speed camera on DC-295.

My crime: doing 61 mph in a 50-mph zone. On a two-lane highway, with a median, in light traffic. The fine: $50.

I hope you choke on it, motherfuckers.

Ten months until I can move away from this miserable fucking hellhole.

Falling Down: The Reality Series (a.k.a. D.C. in the summer)

A pedestrian, nudged by a car in Georgetown, threw his drink at the car. This led to:

- one stabbing
- one brandished shotgun
- pedestrians fleeing in terror
- M Street closed for three hours

The pedestrian was the one who did the stabbing, after being chased by someone from the car into... snicker... Urban Outfitters. (Ahh, Georgetown; it's the mall away from the mall.) He apparently managed to find a knife or some other sharp object to use as a weapon.

After the stabbing, the pedestrian smartly escaped into the night, evading having to deal with the cops. The story doesn't mention whether there was a note attached to the crook reading, "Another criminal for you boys in blue! Signed, Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man."

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. You don't suppose this mystery pedestrian could have been... the mysterious man in the red-jacket? I mean, I'd like to think that our Crimson Dynamo wouldn't throw his drink at a car just for hitting him, but we all have our off days. And escaping heroically into the night is definitely part of his Batman-esque motif.

Dragging through the swamp

Despite what the war hawks think, terrorism can't be combatted by throwing our military might around and hoping the bad guys will be cowed back into the shadows. The "terror" part of terrorism depends on the element of surprise. It's not knowing where, when, or how the next attack is coming that keeps us afraid. Thus, the way to fight terrorism is to remove the element of surprise.

And we can only do that by knowing what they're up to; by having intelligence that's strong enough to discover what terrorists are up to. The most frustrating thing about 9/11 was that we had the intelligence we needed to perhaps prevent it, but the information was not passed around between the various departments of the FBI.

The lack of an up-to-date computer network was seen as one of the stumbling blocks to staying a step ahead of the terrorists. Obviously, a new system was needed. Predictably, that system is over two years behind schedule.

The Virtual Case File system is being deveoped by Computer Sciences Corporation, where the project has apparently fallen victim to the tsetse flies of sloth in the swamp of greed:

Now, more than $500 million into the four-year-old project, the F.B.I. has received new computers and access to e-mail and the Internet for agents.

Wow... they have new computers and e-mail access. But no case file system. And it only cost $500 million.

What... exactly are you guys doing over at CSC? Besides sponsoring bicycle teams to boost your own visibility. At least our tax dollars are going to something useful, since they're clearly not going towards solving the FBI's computer problem.

I don't think it matters if you're liberal and you think spending is justified, or conservative and think we should cut back; the way contractors cheat the government, by dragging their feet and doing shoddy work, is reprehensible. As taxpayers, we're simply not getting our money's worth. In this case, CSC is hampering one of our few legitimate anti-terrorism efforts. And, since external oversight of the project is apparently completely lacking, we have no idea what the holdup is.