Hallelujah! I was just referred to the Hoboken Journal, the best-balanced blog in town, and I have seen my evening open up before me like a hyacinth in spring. While I was prepared by the sugar-rush of my children's stolen candy (I anxiously await the "Can you believe this out-of-towner's kid was collecting Hoboken candy last night?" gripe from the winner of Survival: Mason Supporter) to scribble well into the night with some final thoughts, there are two entries on the aforementioned site which have combined to provide such a compelling surrogate for my closing rant that I have decided to shrink away from the keyboard in an odd mixture of humiliation and delight.
Firstly, I recommend blog-master Kurt Gardiner's superbly crafted endorsement piece. Unlike his self-immolating dinosaur counterpart at Hoboken411, Kurt has not been afraid to entertain and encourage different viewpoints, and has consistently provided an equal-access discussion forum. His analysis oozes scrupulously considered and thoughtful process (as opposed to the chorus line of jerking knees, mine among them.) So, with a Highlands Sigh Of Vindication, I'll recommend as required reading Editorial - My Mayoral Endorsement at The Hoboken Journal.
Secondly, scroll down a little further for Election #3 Or So - A Pre-mortem by emerging legend (or, perhaps, "established icon", but I just found him) Infotainme. No previous political experience necessary. This is worth a readin' for the writin'. Imagine any mild chuckle I may have elicited morphing into the sort of full-bellied guffaw that immediately has you glancing about in self-conscious embarrassment even though you know there's no one else home. This is so good that I thought Son of Hoboken and Culture Satirist Extraordinaire (name witheld by editor) might have abandoned his trademark aversion to all things local and inexplicably face planted himself into the muck conveniently churning outside his bedroom window. This read will not be without its dangers; entertainment value aside, the eternal truths contained therein will beat down upon your poor beleaguered brains like tornado alley hailstones. I'm starting to look forward to his missives more than Lane Bajardi looks forward to every other Wednesday's attempted brush with relevance. (Speaking of which, Infotainme's take on Lane "Charlie McCarthy" Bajardi and Beth "Edgar Bergen" Mason and the former's commanding, sensuous, partnerless tangos of distaste with the object of his disaffection remains pinned to my headboard.) To date, no one has been startled enough by my uncharacteristic dewy-eyed idolatry to inadvertently name names despite my prodding. So, although Infotainment's identity remains a mystery, do NOT be a stranger to his stuff.
So that, blessedly, is all for me, unless, say, Beth uses her remaining cash on hand to finance godhatesdawnzimmer.com for Hoboken's recent guests from the Westboro Baptist Church or something. In that case, I'll have to throw her a compliment for being more direct.
As always, best of luck to my adopted and beloved Hoboken!
Regards,
Dean ◦
