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Why Won’t They Listen? It was just last week that Mayor Steve Connelly said Berea needs to
cultivate alternative sources of revenue. That may be true enough, but
I don’t know what all the fuss is about. I’ve offered a few
ideas of my own for economic development. But does the city heed these
kernels of wisdom? No. I came up with the idea a couple of years ago when a local tobacco shop was handing out red, white and blue bumper stickers that declared, “I smoke and I vote!” That don’t-tread-on-me message was a warning to our faithful lawmakers: mess with the tobacco farmers or consumers and you are messing with a very powerful, if very jittery constituency. At least one smoker took the bumper sticker literally, showing up at
a local tobacco shop on Election Day, asking where she could cast her
ballot. Presumably she thought the bumper sticker meant the tobacco shop
was a one-stop operation where she could smoke and vote simultaneously.
Which brings up my idea: why not impose a poll tax on those who try to
vote at tobacco shops? Another of my ideas blithely disregarded by the city involves capitalizing
on the state’s preoccupation with the budget shortfall, Kentucky
basketball and the prospect of war. Sure, it’s an admittedly unconventional idea but in these tough economic times, we need to think outside of the box, people. Finally, I don’t think our fair city should be blind to the cash cow that has been a boon for so many state governments: gaming. That’s precisely why I proposed the legalization of betting at
Berea Little League games and middle school athletic events. Will there be a downside? Sure. It could alter our youth’s sense of proportion. Once an eight-year-old is raking in $100,000 a year as a middle reliever for a sandlot ball club, a postgame corn dog and root beer float at Dairy Queen is going to seem a bit blasé. But with profit and progress, there must always be sacrifices. I’m just doing what I can for the city, folks, so please, take these ideas and embrace them as your own. And there’s no need to thank me. Really. by Andy McDonald
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