15 December 2022 Preface: I’ve been asked if I would consider getting back into the game, resuming my role as dissident, once again speaking truth to power, and as before elucidating the many reasons why New Albany doesn’t have to be this way. Alas, the municipal dysfunction that urged my “retirement” from civic affairs in winter 2021 remains viral and rampant, which is to say that I cannot return without risking the same old reprisals from our small pond’s biggest fish.
As a friendly aside, if during the past 12 years you’ve been conniving, conspiring and collaborating with Jeff Gahan’s smoke, mirrors and pretend-progressive chicanery – if you’ve been a craven and servile boot-licker, sycophant, joy-rider and tub-thumper for Gahan’s outsider cash infused political patronage system – then chances are I’m not the guy to ask for a favor when it comes to calling out City Hall’s latest example of insular bait ‘n’ switch idiocy.
As a reminder, here’s why, as published at NAC on January 1, 2021.
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The long-awaited day has arrived, and the anchor-festooned junta will be awash in Bud Light Peach-A-Rita. Your “Deez Trump Nutz” calendar for 2020 is headed for the landfill, it’s January 1, and NA Confidential has officially concluded its 16-year run.
Help me kill another decade, and maybe there’ll be a box set.
Until then, or whenever Google/Blogger gets around to further atrocities against taste and decency, I’m proverbially OUTTA HERE. It will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I’m a bit behind schedule getting the new web site in the water, but no worries. The past few months have been busier than expected, but the site will begin soon.
If you’re just tuning in, three recent essays explain why this has happened.
- A change is coming to the model village, and NA Confidential is winding down.
- On (or off) the Avenues, there’s got to be a morning after.
And the third, repeated verbatim here.
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ON THE AVENUES: Welcome to the last will and testament of NA Confidential.
It cannot be denied that I’m a slow learner, a late bloomer and a serial procrastinator.
This much is perfectly clear. Actually, I’ve never cared enough to even try dodging these compliments.
The odd part has always been that once I get around at long last to learning, blooming and/or making up my mind, it’s a done deal. Once a decision has been determined, right or wrong, it...Read more
