Today I had it. Today I saw another waste of government funds. I had it. I sent to following to mayor Kathy Taylor.

I am not a city of Tulsa resident however, I do work in Tulsa. Daily I eat my lunch in the parking lot of a Tulsa City Park. On many occasions I have been shocked at the waste of city time and supplies. In a time when the city is looking at layoffs, hiring freezes, and wage cuts I feel each employee should be working to save as much money as possible. I have seen city of Tulsa trucks full of young men pull up, unload 6 young men who then pick up garbage for 5 minutes and then walk to the covered picnic area to lie on the benches for the remainder of my lunch. I hope at this time they were on break and not being paid for this loafing. In this same park I have seen different city vehicles sitting idle with engines running while the driver consumed his lunch. One incident happened on the City’s first Ozone Alert day. Speaking for myself I cannot afford to burn gas for an entire hour simply because I did not want to be warm. I sit daily in this park with my engine off and windows rolled down. In a economy such as the one we face we must count every penny. As my Grandfather once said “Take care of the pennies and the dollars will take care of them self.” I wonder if these city employees realize that each dollar they waste places the job security of each city worker in jeopardy. I care about the City of Tulsa and want it to be a safe place to live and work. For this to happen we must have a larger law enforcement community, if we can save one job in looking at wasteful spending I feel it is worth it.

Mayor Taylor appreciates hearing your observations, concerns, suggestions, compliments and/or complaints concerning the present and the future of the City of Tulsa.

Your information has been registered with the mayor's office and assigned tracking number 578856.

Sincerely,
MAC Staff/sah

I would rather spend two hours sharing spinach dip with Al Capone than watch a woman who apparently purchased her intellect at the dollar tree for one dollar plus tax chase twenty-five men with biceps made of titanium alloy and heads packed with rice krispies.

Because when future generations look upon what we have left for them, which may by then be little more than economic black hole and millions of non-biodegradable i-phones, I fear they will conclude that they would have welcomed bread and circuses if only they had realized the alternative was a six dollar burger and American Idol.

And let me tell you a little something about romance: Handing out roses like you are a mascot throwing skittles to the assembled hooligans at a hockey game is not my idea of romance. Romance is a man who knows the difference between John Smith and John Travolta and who is capable of putting on his shoes without scratching his head as if he is connecting a dvr without the instruction manual.

So do not ask yourself why I do not particularly enjoy a television show where the assembled male candidates represent romantic prospects inferior to the workers on the night shift at the Crystals in Pungo. Ask yourself whether, after a lifetime playing with a cultural Simon says and dancing on the grave of Jane Austen, you will ever...recover...your dignity.