When SFR broke the news on Nov. 24 that generally beloved Santa Fe County Sheriff Greg Solano had resigned in light of a state police investigation into property embezzlement, it hit county residents like a shrapnel shower from a hidden roadside bomb. But it's no surprise.
One man having a hissy fit is not a story. One man having a hissy fit—because, in his elitist view, temporary chalk art in the service of large-scale, inclusive community event should not taint downtown Santa Fe—is a crybaby.
It’s that time of year again—no, not Thanksgiving, not winter, not bear-hunting season—when Travel Leisure magazine’s survey results of America’s Favorite Cities set people all atwitter with passion and dismay. But Santa Fe appears not to gain nor lose rankings due to its proposed panhandling ordinance.
Do you want beautiful Santa Fe to be turned into an overdeveloped, gridlocked and polluted Southern California? Hell no, you don’t. Just like you don’t want the US of A to be turned into a socialist haven for freeloading bums, gay junkies and thieving, opportunistic brown people from some other damn country.
Back when people cared about the future, New Mexico was stoked to have Tesla Motors—the high-end electric car company—commit to building a $35-million plant in Albuquerque, for the manufacture of an (somewhat) affordable, mass-produced sedan.
OK, you bastards…this is how the midterm elections are going to go. Every single last one of you is going to show up at the polls and vote your conscience. This is going to happen around the country, and the story line we’ve been fed in which Republicans sweep races and reclaim houses and stupidi-tea party candidates teach a lesson to big government will end up as nothing more than a particularly sick fantasy.
John Heywood—that 16th-century, itinerant playwright and language buff of whom no one has ever heard—included the following wisdom in his 1546 collection of English proverbs: “No man ought to looke a geuen hors in the mouth.” Sometimes, though, you want to see those teeth…you know what I mean?
Gas station mini-marts and convenience stores are not really my favorite businesses to patronize. They are bright, tiny, oxygen-deprived tableaux of everything that is impersonal, awkward and irrefutably tragic about America.
I would like to know exactly how many hours of city staff, councilor and attorney time went into passing Santa Fe’s new indecent exposure ordinance. What did it cost us to create and approve this laughably useless legislation, notable only for its abuse potential by police officers looking for an excuse to hassle someone?