Leading Off
1. The council enacted a few new laws governing local strip clubs. I wasn’t going to link to Dave Levinthal’s story, because the laws are smart and, in some cases, overdue. Then I realized I could use this quote from councilman Dave Neumann: “We need to make sure the tool works.” Then he added, “So I guess we better make sure these clubs stay in business, am I right?” Then he totally tried to high five Mitch Rasansky, who left him hanging.
2. I know this is an extremely awkward segue, but let’s just say when two homeless people are arrested for going through the pockets of a very recently dead motorcyclist, it doesn’t make activists’ jobs any easier. You’re not getting anyone kicking in for homeless centers or SROs with that in the paper.
3. And, finally, the Mavericks previewed their upcoming playoff series against the New Orleans Hornets by bringing the ruckus at the AAC, mainly during a game-changing 32-8 run that I didn’t get to see because someone decided they wanted to watch The Land Before Time twice. Special shout-out to Don Cento, who hasn’t seen a Mavs loss in person thus far this season. Cubes, get him floor seats.
(Also, to people who went to see Feist last night: she didn’t sing this, did she?)
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2) Grotesque story.
Postscript per the DMN link to 911 call audio.
Am I the only person left who believes that the by-now routine news loop and internet instant replay of 911 calls, which are often the voice of those dying or about to die, is an indictment of our lost sense of decorum and a socially sanctioned violation of personal dignity? How does hearing these calls do anything other than pander to disengaged prurient onlooker curiosity?
Let’s face it, the primary purpose of homeless centers and SROs is to prevent the homeless from offending our senses. Homeless people who need a hand up already have adequate public and private (”faith-based”) social services available. Most of them choose that, er, lifestyle.
This story qualifies as gallows humor, but of course I qualify as a jerk for saying so.
P.S. You’re right, Rawlins. It’s borderline snuff. Morbid curiosity has reached the point of nihilism in our society.
No VIP rooms?
You can tell Jerry thanks but no thanks.
Regarding #1… I’d like to be the first here in welcoming Rick’s Cabaret to Dallas.
The council’s decision of “no more closed-door VIP rooms” was made in a closed-door session…
I love that version of “Islands in the Stream”. But I’m biased since my first show was Kenny and Dolly at the Dallas Convention Center in ‘82.