MyFriendCleveland

Plain Dealer Points Out More Problems

I almost had some solid alliteration going on there, almost. The ever-descriptive Dealer dishes delightful details on housing in Cleveland. Shit, almost had it again. First we get the mass exodus, then the poorest big city, now it looks like we can add, “Homeownership in the city fell significantly between 2000 and 2005, with vacancy rates rising nearly 47 percent.” The Plain Dealer then tries to make it look not so bad by saying that housing costs stayed under inflation, which really just means housing costs didn’t go up that much cause nobody was buying and/or could afford higher costs. Where this article really hits it stride however is right… about… HERE, “On Monday, Cleveland City Council introduced an ordinance meant to tackle complaints about noise, drug dealing and other nuisances. Fines would be levied after three strikes.” So what you are telling me is that if you are caught selling drugs three times you now get a fine? It sure beats that slap on the wrist and wag of the finger the cops used to dish out.

Racists Redistrict

Okay, so that was a good bit of alliteration, well actually it wasn’t. That was really damn short. Shit.
The US sued Euclid after a three-year investigation claiming that the city’s redistricting left black candidates without as much of a chance to be elected. The city council finally moved that shit back around allowing for Ward 3′s black residents to jump from 39 to 45 percent. The city council went on to say that the Justice Department’s accusations were false, after residents felt that redistricting was an admission of guilt. Ah, I love watching the “cover my ass” scramble, it’s almost as good as the truffle shuffle.

New Age Nerds Need to Nurse Non-existent Knowledge

Hot damn! I think I’ve got it! Too bad this title is only slightly connected to what I am going to talk about.
A Lakeside retreat called “Artist’s Way” has been offering women a chance to get in touch with their creative sides and just plain old relax since the 90s. The women dance using veils, create an 8 page collage, paint, stamp book, write in journals, and create prayer alters?! Ok, so that last one ups the creep factor a bit. Still, I’m sure a bunch of scented candles and incense wash away the smell of yuppies trying to force an artistic side, cause that shit stinks.