What sick, twisted thing (things?) did Kansas City do to deserve being haunted and hounded by Clay Chastain, again and again, over the last many years?
I'm thinking it was either the racism of the city that divides us, physically, too much, even to this day, or the city sprawl that has us from Platte City to Louisburg and from Odessa to Gardner--or both.
That must be it.
Did you hear this?
Clay Chastain is back YET AGAIN to try to get signatures for another freaking campaign to get light rail? I heard it on KCUR this morning.
Holy cow.
This guy never gives up.
He has got to LOVE attention, don'tcha know? But I've thought and said that for years.
And get this--rather than him come to us for our signatures, he got the lapdog media in town to announce for him that he'll be at Union Station tomorrow so WE CAN COME TO HIM.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Man, that's good.
Yeah, right, Clay. We'll be right there.
Hold yer breath.
I think I might go down myself, with my camera, and take pictures of him standing there, all alone, waiting for people to come in.
Have a great weekend, y'all.
I know I will.
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