Mayor Buddy

A busy day for me in College Park today.

John Parker finally conquered the jungle in front of the house, but only after enlisting the muscle of his son Taylor.

Bruce Mixer and his son came over to haul-off the old avocado green double-wide refrigerator.

Yep, that's right. Avocado. Flashbacks?

In the mean time, I couldn't help but notice all the local news coverage of Buddy Dyer's third swearing-in ceremony as Mayor of Orlando.

What a travesty his time in office has been. And, I guess I need to be paying more attention to this sort of thing since I'm soon to become one of his constituents.

He came to City Hall in the wake of Glenda Hood's departure to served with Jeb Bush's cabinet up in Tallahassee. Remember that?

Since that time, Ol' Buddy has been a one trick pony. It's all about venues, venues, venues with this guy. Oh, and the billions, billions, billions of dollars he wants us to pay to get those venues, venues, venues.

All the while, we've had a murder spree, an explosion of homeless downtown, and a real estate downturn we haven't seen in these parts since the 1920s.

Hey, Buddy, this from a soon-to-be-constituent: Can you maybe use some of those billions on more cops and basic services for residents of Orlando?