Titles and Tribulations: An Introduction
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The late outlaw, Hunter S. Thompson, once said this:
True words. Put your ear to the ground and listen. It doesn't take long to figure out where the real whores roam. Thuggish cowboys still haunt our streets, unleashed and unkempt. They're not on East Colfax either, but in urbane and gruesomely decorated offices. In LODO. On capitol hill. That's Denver.
When I came to the city in the early summer of last year I was still an idealist, but you learn quick. In Denver--if you're a police officer--you can kill two mentally-retarded youths in the span of two years and still go free, undisciplined. In Denver, the lame-duck city council will listen to their constituents for hours; then they turn around and vote unanimously against public outcry and testimony. If you're a politician with one of the highest approval ratings in the state, and a have press that kowtows to your every step, then you can do what ever the hell you want as mayor in Denver. In Denver, regular people are practical serfs to a crowd of privileged elitists; the doom cowboys.
And that is where I got the title for this little experiment. This blog will focus exclusively on Denver, and the doom cowboys that converge here from all over the state. Covering this wretched beat will be a non-partisan effort. As you may have guessed, I'm no fan of the Mayor Hick or his stalwarts. And obviously I don't like the Republicans. What I seek to do is build an active and inclusive community of regular people. Most importantly, I hope to implement ProgressNow's organizing tools to make it happen. That's why I'm here.
When you think of Denver you think of cowshit and gunfights, small brains and big guns, dumb brutes and wild whores with hearts of cheap gold. Yes, sir, that is Denver in a nutshell-a cowboy town with cowboy rules and cowboy justice.
True words. Put your ear to the ground and listen. It doesn't take long to figure out where the real whores roam. Thuggish cowboys still haunt our streets, unleashed and unkempt. They're not on East Colfax either, but in urbane and gruesomely decorated offices. In LODO. On capitol hill. That's Denver.
When I came to the city in the early summer of last year I was still an idealist, but you learn quick. In Denver--if you're a police officer--you can kill two mentally-retarded youths in the span of two years and still go free, undisciplined. In Denver, the lame-duck city council will listen to their constituents for hours; then they turn around and vote unanimously against public outcry and testimony. If you're a politician with one of the highest approval ratings in the state, and a have press that kowtows to your every step, then you can do what ever the hell you want as mayor in Denver. In Denver, regular people are practical serfs to a crowd of privileged elitists; the doom cowboys.
And that is where I got the title for this little experiment. This blog will focus exclusively on Denver, and the doom cowboys that converge here from all over the state. Covering this wretched beat will be a non-partisan effort. As you may have guessed, I'm no fan of the Mayor Hick or his stalwarts. And obviously I don't like the Republicans. What I seek to do is build an active and inclusive community of regular people. Most importantly, I hope to implement ProgressNow's organizing tools to make it happen. That's why I'm here.
