Oh Mr Mayor...

I am starting to think our beloved mayor needs a spanking.

Lately he is spending quite a bit of time gallivanting around the country trying to raise funds for this monstrous convention that will be inflicted on Denver come August. I'm not sure how much time he is spending here in town, but I really don't think it's enough. Shouldn't he have higher priorities here at home, like coming up with a better street management plan for bad weather this winter? (Extra credit for anyone who can guess what "solar powered snow removal" means.)

Then, last week, he tried to get himself hit by a train while goofing around in front of the Performing Arts Center. Surely a man of his age should know better than to play on train tracks. He should also be grateful when someone with more sense gets him out of the way rather than being snippy about it.

Now it seems he feels the need to make questionable jokes about "alternative" plans for the Federal grant money we are supposed to receive to help cover some of the security costs of this convention. By his own admission making the joke was questionable in judgment. Yet he did it anyway.

I think the stress of preparing for this convention is getting to him. I suggest a nice long trip over someone's knee for a hairbrush added massage. That should clear up the tension nicely. And he can get that nice sore feeling of being sunburned without the hassle of making that trip to Puerto Vallarta.

Ms. Betty