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Will they also celebrate the garbage pickup crisis that the city caused in 2023? It's amazing how much city leadership has managed to mess up in such a short amount of time.
You're so right, Jardine8! This just keeps getting better and better. First, the Public Works Director resigned. Then, he resigned AGAIN (same guy). Now, the Parks Director is realizing he needs to spend more time with his family: https://www.wjtv.com/news/jacksons-w...resigns-again/ Esteemed City Councilman, Kenneth Stokes, naturally has something to say about that, in the video.
Jackson Jambalaya: Jackson Parks Director Resigns The comments below this one are a scream. In particular, I'm intrigued by revelations apparently brewing in regards to our dear Seadory's great discovery, Buddy Butts Park: Jackson Jambalaya: Jackson Parks Director Resigns I quote: "Shad, Shaggy, Scooby and the rest of team have already camped out in the Mystery Machine and investigated the zombie wasteland formerly known as Buddy Butts Park..." Oh, boy!
Then, there's the tidbit that BabyChok is maybe considering hiring a convicted pimp for the Parks Director position. Jackson Jambalaya: Jackson Parks Director Resigns"Word on the street is that they are appointing - you guessed it Steven L. Hutton as the replacement for the new Director.... Please Tell me where the Civil Service Law allows this? A convicted felon who will, by way of being the director of the entire Parks and Recreation division, have access to things such as Youth sporting activities Girls and Boys alike- be allowed to even be a considerable option. And we won't even dare to mention the money laundering and kickbacks fake LLC companies ..." Followed by: " Jackson Jambalaya: Jackson Parks Director Resigns"You don't have to research hard, KF did a couple articles on the bozo, but if you insist. He was convicted of pimping. Plead guilty and served a ____ show sentence..." Personally, I'm not seeing the downside, here. Seems like the appointment might be opening entirely new employment horizons for Jackson's youth.
The Schadenfreude arising from Jackson’s predicament is too much.
...not sure what this says about me, but 'Schadenfreude' is like 'Zeitgeist', in that I've never bothered to find out what they meant. I knew that each word was more than the sum of its component words, but was not curious about exactly what. As soon as I first heard them, I filed-away each of those compound words, in an apparent mental file labeled, "Old Hippie Pseudo-intellectual Talk". I've been doing occasional business in German and Yiddish, for decades. If those words came up, I must've gotten what I needed, from context. (likewise, I have no idea what "Punt" means, and have assigned it to another mental file, and have never needed to find out what a "Punt" is)
So, I googled 'Schadenfreude', and was surprised. I was surprised by the entities pushing the word at us. The big lie machines seem to want us to think about it. Both The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal are above-the-scroll, with articles devoted to the word. All the big players who've spent the last three years chirping "Safe and Effective! Safe and Effective!" also seem to have 'Schadenfreude' starring in their lexicons.
Do they want to preempt thoughts of "I told you so!", "Serves you right!", and "Ooooooh, you'll miss me when I'm gone." (a Bessie Smith lyric, I think), on the part of those who have been driven from America's once-great cities?
Schadenfreude is certainly rampant within conversations among survivors of South Africa's Marxist-driven land-grab/genocide. It's a lot more fun, to giggle, while safe in Melbourne, with one's cousin, safe in London, over the fate of the new nation's three super-expensive submarines (one is in "dry dock" for the foreseeable forever: two are at the bottom of the ocean - permanently - irretrievably), than to ponder the unspeakable horrors which were visited upon friends/relatives/neighbors who have NOT survived.
Scotsmen (what few remained in Scotland after the "Clearances") certainly enjoyed moments of schadenfreude, reacting to recruitment pleas that Queen Victoria was running short of soldiers for her overseas campaigns to subdue/expand her empire. "Let the SHEEP protect her!", they chuckled (this, after their villages were burned, their commonly-held lands confiscated and turned into pasture for sheep, all trees cut down, trees outlawed, and their people sold as slaves to be worked-to-death in the Colonies - or sent as cannon fodder for the Empire's wars..... Oh, and after it became illegal to even write about what had been done to them).
Do the New York Times and The Wall Street Journal want to help eliminate that last recourse - the humorous recourse of schadenfreude?
Former Jacksonians can tell plenty of stories about gruesome murders. From their tiny houses in the cheap parts of Madison (all they can afford, now), they can tell you (if you can hear them over the cheap little airplanes screaming overhead) how the value of their Jackson homes was wiped-out - how the greater part of their net worth was wiped-out by the situation in Jackson. They can tell you about the elderly lady bludgeoned-to-death under her carport. They can tell you horror stories all day long - ending in the upcoming horror story about their not having enough money for decent "care" when they become old and helpless - because the value which resided in their Jackson homes and businesses, is largely GONE.
If displaced Jacksonians indulge in a little schadenfreude - or a lot of it - over what is happening in a land from which they were expelled - what is being done by, and what is happening to, the very agents of their expulsion and dispossession, who's to judge?
But on to today's update: The Pimp IS back! As I'm remembering it, this guy, in the course of "counseling" troubled youth, helped set-up a Sugardaddy/Sugarbaby arrangement. ...or more than one. I forget. He was a big friend of the 1950s Howdy Doody Puppet Lookalike in the cowboy hat - the one who looks and sounds sixty, but is only in his forties.
Judging from the recent spate of resignations, you'd have to be desperate to accept a job with The City of Jackson, these days. And I suppose this poor fella fits that description: Jackson Jambalaya: The Return of the Pimp
And I would like to add, that the phrase, "Failure is not an option", should be amended, in Jackson's case, to read, "Failure is not optional".
...not sure what this says about me, but 'Schadenfreude' is like 'Zeitgeist', in that I've never bothered to find out what they meant. I knew that each word was more than the sum of its component words, but was not curious about exactly what. As soon as I first heard them, I filed-away each of those compound words, in an apparent mental file labeled, "Old Hippie Pseudo-intellectual Talk". I've been doing occasional business in German and Yiddish, for decades. If those words came up, I must've gotten what I needed, from context. (likewise, I have no idea what "Punt" means, and have assigned it to another mental file, and have never needed to find out what a "Punt" is)
So, I googled 'Schadenfreude', and was surprised. I was surprised by the entities pushing the word at us. The big lie machines seem to want us to think about it. Both The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal are above-the-scroll, with articles devoted to the word. All the big players who've spent the last three years chirping "Safe and Effective! Safe and Effective!" also seem to have 'Schadenfreude' starring in their lexicons.
Do they want to preempt thoughts of "I told you so!", "Serves you right!", and "Ooooooh, you'll miss me when I'm gone." (a Bessie Smith lyric, I think), on the part of those who have been driven from America's once-great cities?
Schadenfreude is certainly rampant within conversations among survivors of South Africa's Marxist-driven land-grab/genocide. It's a lot more fun, to giggle, while safe in Melbourne, with one's cousin, safe in London, over the fate of the new nation's three super-expensive submarines (one is in "dry dock" for the foreseeable forever: two are at the bottom of the ocean - permanently - irretrievably), than to ponder the unspeakable horrors which were visited upon friends/relatives/neighbors who have NOT survived.
Scotsmen (what few remained in Scotland after the "Clearances") certainly enjoyed moments of schadenfreude, reacting to recruitment pleas that Queen Victoria was running short of soldiers for her overseas campaigns to subdue/expand her empire. "Let the SHEEP protect her!", they chuckled (this, after their villages were burned, their commonly-held lands confiscated and turned into pasture for sheep, all trees cut down, trees outlawed, and their people sold as slaves to be worked-to-death in the Colonies - or sent as cannon fodder for the Empire's wars..... Oh, and after it became illegal to even write about what had been done to them).
Do the New York Times and The Wall Street Journal want to help eliminate that last recourse - the humorous recourse of schadenfreude?
Former Jacksonians can tell plenty of stories about gruesome murders. From their tiny houses in the cheap parts of Madison (all they can afford, now), they can tell you (if you can hear them over the cheap little airplanes screaming overhead) how the value of their Jackson homes was wiped-out - how the greater part of their net worth was wiped-out by the situation in Jackson. They can tell you about the elderly lady bludgeoned-to-death under her carport. They can tell you horror stories all day long - ending in the upcoming horror story about their not having enough money for decent "care" when they become old and helpless - because the value which resided in their Jackson homes and businesses, is largely GONE.
If displaced Jacksonians indulge in a little schadenfreude - or a lot of it - over what is happening in a land from which they were expelled - what is being done by, and what is happening to, the very agents of their expulsion and dispossession, who's to judge?
But on to today's update: The Pimp IS back! As I'm remembering it, this guy, in the course of "counseling" troubled youth, helped set-up a Sugardaddy/Sugarbaby arrangement. ...or more than one. I forget. He was a big friend of the 1950s Howdy Doody Puppet Lookalike in the cowboy hat - the one who looks and sounds sixty, but is only in his forties.
Judging from the recent spate of resignations, you'd have to be desperate to accept a job with The City of Jackson, these days. And I suppose this poor fella fits that description: Jackson Jambalaya: The Return of the Pimp
And I would like to add, that the phrase, "Failure is not an option", should be amended, in Jackson's case, to read, "Failure is not optional".
“Hell to the naw naw. Hell to the naw. Hell to the naw naw. Hell to the naw naw naw. Hell no.” City councilman Kenneth Stokes reaction to @ChokweALumumba hiring a man convicted of promoting prostitution to head Jackson parks and recreation department.
“Hell to the naw naw. Hell to the naw. Hell to the naw naw. Hell to the naw naw naw. Hell no.” City councilman Kenneth Stokes reaction to @ChokweALumumba hiring a man convicted of promoting prostitution to head Jackson parks and recreation department.
Gives a new spin to the "Recreation" part of the job, doesn't it? And I guess the Parks, too, if you count those who use the parks late at night, don't ya know....
I have eaten dozens, if not hundreds of lunches in the Landmark Center, at one time I believe there were three restaurants on the first floor along with a bank, a medical (or dental?) office and a gift shop. I hate to see that building sitting empty for going on a decade.There was an announcement a few years ago that it would be redeveloped, but I think the developer has stopped responding to requests for updates.
It is a shame how far downtown has fallen since the mid 90s. Even prior to the plandemic, I could tell the amount of foot traffic was getting less and less each year.
Landmark Center's Owner, it seems, GAVE-AWAY THE BUILDING, to an entity in the Public Sector, following the DAYS of water flowing from the big-giant burst pipe (with, as-usual in Jackson, nobody doing one damn thing about it). I love the Socialist jargon describing the proposed reuse, although I don't know whether or not the functionary spouting that jargon, recognized it as such. And I'd love to see the book of Downtown projects which have "failed to succeed".
I stumbled upon the above video, googling-around, wondering who was the current owner of Landmark Center, after reading this Jackson Jambalaya article about what's happening with Hertz (an owner of some big, bleak Modern buildings in Downtown Jackson): Jackson Jambalaya: Will Bonds Break Hertz?
DT Jxn was in serious trouble even before the plandemic. Decades of Jxn city leadership doing nothing to recruit or retain professional firms that were DT. Higher taxes, worsening infrastructure and poor city leadership led many of these firms to move to Highland Colony Parkway in Ridgeland, Flowood or Madison. As many of the employees of professional firms had moved to South Madison County beginning in the early 90s, it made it that much easier to move their offices.
Ben Allen, then President of Downtown Jackson Partners, fought tooth and nail to save DT, but ultimately he was defeated. In a meeting with him in the early 2000s, I remember him talking about reverting Capitol Street back to two way traffic and adding roundabouts. Ben stated that although this should be a simple task, he'd be attacked for the project being racist. That's another reason so many professional firms have left, one less thing for managers, partners and CEOs to deal with.
There's just not much hope for DT. I'd try to turn it into an entertainment district, a mini Beale Street, let it grow organically as much as possible (with the city and/or Capitol Police beefing up security) but that'd take vision and tough leadership, two things in short supply.
DT Jxn was in serious trouble even before the plandemic. Decades of Jxn city leadership doing nothing to recruit or retain professional firms that were DT. Higher taxes, worsening infrastructure and poor city leadership led many of these firms to move to Highland Colony Parkway in Ridgeland, Flowood or Madison. As many of the employees of professional firms had moved to South Madison County beginning in the early 90s, it made it that much easier to move their offices.
Ben Allen, then President of Downtown Jackson Partners, fought tooth and nail to save DT, but ultimately he was defeated. In a meeting with him in the early 2000s, I remember him talking about reverting Capitol Street back to two way traffic and adding roundabouts. Ben stated that although this should be a simple task, he'd be attacked for the project being racist. That's another reason so many professional firms have left, one less thing for managers, partners and CEOs to deal with.
There's just not much hope for DT. I'd try to turn it into an entertainment district, a mini Beale Street, let it grow organically as much as possible (with the city and/or Capitol Police beefing up security) but that'd take vision and tough leadership, two things in short supply.
It's pretty sad commentary when people will try to claim that whether a road is one-way or two-way is rooted in racism. I had hope for downtown when I was working there in the 2000s but the Farish Street entertainment district project imploded and I would say that was Jackson's best chance at creating an entertainment district and bringing people and money downtown. The city's leadership has only gotten worse since that project fell apart, so I don't know how the city would attract investors or developers at this point.
It's pretty sad commentary when people will try to claim that whether a road is one-way or two-way is rooted in racism. I had hope for downtown when I was working there in the 2000s but the Farish Street entertainment district project imploded and I would say that was Jackson's best chance at creating an entertainment district and bringing people and money downtown. The city's leadership has only gotten worse since that project fell apart, so I don't know how the city would attract investors or developers at this point.
Goodness! I'm forgetting, now, so please remind me: are the one-way streets racist, or are the two-way streets racist? I'll never forget a moment, during the Plandemic (before Sky News Australia and its owners were intimidated into stopping with all their truth-telling - possibly a reason why Rupert Murcoch decided to sell his trophy penthouse at One Madison Avenue: one is a sitting duck, in that particular unit, IMHO), when Sky News Host Rita Panahi was having a grand chuckle over VP Cackles' indignant observation that White People have more trees.
Analysis of satellite photos pinpointing concentrations of White People, revealed that there were more trees in those locations, which could only be racist. I can't find video of the segment in which Rita read that tidbit, but her hilarious moment of saying, "...and RACIST TREES!", is indelibly etched in my memory.
(One should remember that, on most of Planet Earth, trees will manifest themselves and grow, without human intervention. One has only to ALLOW that growth, for it to happen. Too, humans who have no money, and zero privilege - humans who do not even own property - humans who are not allowed, even, to vote - can transplant trees, and can plant their seeds.
The Bootlegger's Wife was my first employer. I pulled weeds for her, for enough change to buy cornmeal. Quickly, I associated the foliage of desirable species, with that of chance seedlings I'd run across in her yard. "Holly!" "Russian Olive!" "Callicarpa!" "Crape Myrtle!" And then, we'd be transplanting them into locations which made more sense. "And nobody TAUGHT her how to do that?" The Bootlegger observed - leading to my "first REAL job", counting incoming cash, for him.
A few years later, when I was bringing them peaches from my own trees - whose seeds I'd planted around our tarpaper shack (which we did not own), after eating the unrotted parts of peaches discarded by the rural store which formed the nucleus of our "community" - after it came out, how I'd come to have peach trees - one of the Bootlegger's toothless, sunburned minions bitterly slurred, "That'n's gon' be RICH". I say prayers of thanks for that broken old man's pronouncement, since it was the only positive prediction I'd get, until I got to college. It helped.
I did not own property. I did not possess wealth. I am not white. I could not vote (being a child, at the time). I did not even have the money to buy the fruits from which I salvaged the trees' seeds. Yet I managed to acquire and derive benefits from trees. Trees are not a manifestation of White Privilege.)
Having trees, is merely a matter of choice, and of having the intelligence or moxy to allow the process. VP Cackles' conceptual model, which she apparently applies to all facets of life, is that of the ZERO-SUM GAME. Having something, means having taken that something away from others. It is not a model applicable to the presence of trees. And it is not applicable to the directionality assigned to streets.
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