Misty Cold Wichita Falls Bike Ride To Sikes Lake Priddy Pavilion With No River Rockin'

That is my COLD look you are looking at here. This is not all that different from my HOT look, but with the COLD look a hooded sweatshirt is included.

If you think the air looks a bit misty behind me you are thinking correctly.

A fine mist misted me as soon as I left being under cover to take myself on a bike ride to Sikes Lake. Eventually the mist amped up its thickness to being borderline rain.

In the photo my handlebars and I are stopped at the Priddy Pavilion on the aforementioned Sikes Lake. That is a bridge over water you see in the background. The paved trail which surrounds Sikes Lake crosses over that bridge.

I do not know if when that bridge was built it was built over dry land, with the water added later. I suspect not. I also do not know if the Wichita Falls locals were told this was a signature bridge. Again, I suspect not.

What I do know is Rockin' Sikes Lake Happy Hour Inner Tube Floats at Priddy Pavilion do not take place at this location. Even though it is a real pavilion.

Because, well, unlike another Texas town I can think of, Wichita Falls is significantly saner and does not encourage its people to get wet at an imaginary pavilion on an imaginary island in polluted water. Even though Sikes Lake is not polluted to a Trinity River level of pollution, swimming is not allowed.

Except for the large goose and duck population, and the occasional seagull....

Elsie Hotpepper & Clod Hopper: Texas Partners In Crime Fighting

A day or two or three ago I was talking to Elsie Hotpepper about her domicile's security upgrade which Elsie brought about due to concern about the recent bout of mass shootings.

This seemed excessive to me.

I recollect a line of a song sung by someone which I sort of remember as...

"Paranoia strikes deep, into your heart it will creep"

Or something like that.

I have never owned a gun or felt the need to do so. Worrying about my abode being invaded has never concerned me.

I am probably either moronically naive. Or totally rational. Or somewhere in between.

I have only been to the Hotpepper Hacienda once. The experience was unsettling.

Not unlike flying.

Once one gets past the security gate guard one is then confronted with parking ones vehicle in the designated zone monitored by security cameras. Once parking is approved you are clear to make your way to the Hotpepper Hacienda entry door. You pass through a device that is sort of like the security thing at the airport.

I set the entry security thing off several times.

Eventually I got through security after being reduced to only wearing my swimming suit and a pained expression.

I had been invited to a Hotpepper Hacienda Pool Party so it was not too annoying to find myself ready to swim sooner than I had expected.

Inside the Hotpepper Hacienda one only notices the security cameras and motion detectors when one looks for them. Outside, on the main grounds behind the house, where the pool complex is, the security cameras are more obvious, though somewhat cutely disguised in things like garden gnomes and prickly pear cactus, and welded to the bar and other location in forms like whiskey bottles and table lamps.

The portrait you see at the top is what greets you when you enter the Hotpepper Hacienda.

In that portrait we see Elsie Hotpepper and Clod Hopper in crime fighting mode in some Texas town somewhere.

Haltom City? Midlothian? Grapevine? I don't know. I did not ask. I feared asking too many questions might seem suspicious and set off a security alarm....

Democrats Take Control Of Washington Legislature Meanwhile In Texas...

Saw that which you see here this morning via the Seattle Times.

A Democrat with an unusual name defeated a Republican with an unusual name, in a district which had been reliably Republican, with this Democrat win giving Democrats control of the Washington State Senate, and thus control over both the Washington House of Representatives and the Washington State Senate.

And the Washington Governorship.

We can only hope this result is a harbinger of the near future for the rest of America, saving us from the Idiocracy and its False Orange God and his worshiping Basket of Deplorables.

Washington's Governor Inslee says with this Democrat win he plans to initiate an ambitious climate change agenda, whatever that means.

We can hope that this further swing to the Washington left means my old home state will be increasing its leadership role as one of America's most progressive, liberal states.

Meanwhile in Texas...

In Texas, this morning, via Facebook, regarding Tuesday's election, I read a Texan comment that "Wish cannabis law reform would happen here, but Texas is so assbackwards it will never happen."

Texas will continue to be assbackwards, compared to the progressive states, as long as Texas continues to elect morons to state and national office. How can this be the same state which gave America LBJ, Sam Rayburn, Barbara Jordan, Ann Richards, and other intelligent, progressive, liberal, decent-minded leaders, and now is the state which foists the embarrassing likes of Ted Cruz, John Cronyn, Rick Perry, Kay Granger and Greg Abbott on America, to name a few of the Texas embarrassments?

But, there is hope in Texas, a lot of hope. I have met a lot of Texans who are not morons, who are embarrassed by the assbackwards embarrassment Texas has become. Methinks the non-moron Texans are going to soon be back in control of this formerly great state.

This morning I read a letter to the editor of a Texas newspaper lamenting the idiot Texas elected governor...

‘Idiotic response’ from governor

I don’t think we’ll ever hear a more idiotic response concerning this past weekend’s tragedy than from our cowardly governor.

Obviously scared of offending the NRA, and losing the financial support given by them, Greg Abbott dropped the responsibility of preventing these tragedies squarely on “more prayer and forging a stronger connection with God?”

That’s his answer for dealing with this kind of tragedy? No mention of tightening up and enforcing gun laws? That’s the same “thoughts and prayers” route that our nation’s legislative branch has been using in dealing with this for years. That doesn’t seem to be working very well.

My old home state of Washington has not been immune from the national tragedy of senseless mass shootings, though, so far, not on the Texas, Vegas scale. If, after one of the Washington senseless shootings Washington's governor said something so idiotically stupid as suggesting preventing such required more prayer and forging a stronger connection with God I can pretty much guarantee that that idiot governor would be scorned with a scorn level which would have him laughed out of office and the state.

Meanwhile in Texas...

Why Keep Fort Worth Funky?

Yesterday Keeping Fort Worth Funky showed up on my radar screen, via Facebook. Some sort of sponsored link thing linking to a Fort Worth Funky Facebook page.

I had heard this Fort Worth Funky verbiage previously and not thought much of it beyond thinking it odd, and somehow derivative, wondering if Fort Worth was once again copying something from another town. Austin? Portland?

I really did not spend too much time wondering.

Til this Keep FW Funky thing showed up before me, advertising a Funky Member Card, and, I assume, a coffee mug.

I vaguely wondered what this Fort Worth Funky thing meant. Being funky somehow did not seem, to me, to be something a town, or a person would want to be aspiring to.

So, I Googled "Funky" and found the Merriam Webster definition of Funky....

Definition of Funky
1: having an offensive odor: foul
2: having an earthy unsophisticated style and feeling; especially :having the style and feeling of older black American music (such as blues or gospel) or of funk a funky beat
3a: odd or quaint in appearance or feeling
b: lacking style or taste
c: unconventionally stylish

Well now, that definition of Funky hits bingo multiple times on Fort Worth.

The town used to be known for its offensive foul odor, emanating from the Fort Worth Stockyards, back when cattle were slaughtered and processed at that location. The town is currently known for the polluted river which runs through it, which the town encourages its citizens to have beer parties in when the e.coli level is low enough.

Fort Worth definitely has an unsophisticated style and feeling. The town's only newspaper constantly reflects that reality with it rube-like insipid propaganda boosterism.

Fort Worth is no doubt an odd town. I do not know if it is quaint in appearance or feeling. It is most certainly rundown in appearance. Shoddy. Little attention paid to things like landscaping along city streets, such as one sees in modern cities in the world. Or sidewalks. Very few Fort Worth streets have sidewalks.

Lacking style or taste? Well. Have you seen the downtown? A downtown with style would not have a boarded up eyesore celebrating the town's heritage right at the heart of the town's downtown.

Unconventionally stylish? Well, if Fort Worth were anyone's idea of stylish, it would most certainly be unconventional.

So, what is the deal with this Fort Worth Funky thing?

It really makes no sense to promote a town like Fort Worth in this way. Why not Fort Worth Junky? That is equally accurate. Or Fort Worth Clunky...

Fort Worth Star-Telegram Sundance Square Plaza Sponsor Propaganda

In the past 24 hours the subject of Fort Worth Star-Telegram irresponsible propaganda, and inept reporting of local newsworthy news, came up on Facebook due to an opinion piece by a long ago Star-Telegram reporter who verbalized a cluelessly ironic warning about how a town without a newspaper could easily be corrupted.

This was then blogged about in Bob Schieffer Warns Fort Worth Corruption Will Rise Without Real Newspaper.

And then this morning's Star-Telegram delivered a classic example of that pitifully sad newspaper's hyperbolic propaganda style in Sundance Square Plaza lands a sponsorship deal.

Okay, for those who do not know. Sundance Square Plaza is a little plaza in downtown Fort Worth, built on a parking lot. For decades Fort Worth had been confusing its few tourists with signage which pointed to Sundance Square, where there was no square.

And then, in 2013, after years of Sundance Square confusion, an actual square was added to Fort Worth's downtown.

I remember soon upon my arrival in Texas being confused by those Sundance Square directional signs. And asking locals where Sundance Square was. Usually I would be pointed to parking lots at the location where an actual square eventually appeared. It was years after that I learned that Sundance Square is/was the name of the development effort developed to try and renovate Fort Worth's rundown downtown. I remember learning that and thinking, yikes, it used to actually be worse?

And now, four years after finally getting an actual downtown square, I mean, plaza, that plaza has a sponsorship deal.

Downtown Fort Worth's tiny one acre plaza needed a sponsorship deal?

Have other towns, you know, towns wearing their big city pants, made similar sponsorship deals for their downtown plazas? I suspect not.

Last summer I was in Tacoma, a town much smaller than Fort Worth. Tacoma has several areas in town one might refer to as a plaza. All larger than Fort Worth's little downtown plaza.

I blogged about two of these Tacoma areas, both with large interactive water features.

In the first blogging Point Ruston Ruby, Theo & David Surrey Survey Of Tacoma's New Waterfront Development it ends with a video at one of Tacoma's unsponsored plazas. The second blogging, Ruby, David & Theo Thea Foss Waterway Uncle Walk Vision, looks at what amounts to a sprawling linear plaza, with a marina.

All built during the same time frame in which Fort Worth's Trinity River Vision has been dawdling along with little to be seen.

And now some of the embarrassing propaganda bits from the Star-Telegram article about Sundance Square Plaza getting a sponsor...

Since Sundance Square Plaza opened in 2013, it has become a downtown centerpiece. Flanked by high-rise office buildings and an interactive fountain underneath a Chisholm Trail mural that celebrates the city’s history, the plaza has become a gathering place with free movie nights and concerts. The city’s Christmas Tree will installed on Nov. 13, welcoming everyone home for the holidays. And soon you may find a car or SUV parked out there.

I copied without editing, so that missing "be" word was missed by the Star-Telegram editors, not me.

Soon you will find cars parked on the little plaza?

To help pay for its free programs — and possibly more — Sundance Square has signed a one-year sponsorship deal with Nissan USA that lets the automaker display its vehicles, put up signage and be included in advertising for the plaza. It won’t, however, put its name on the plaza.

Nissan signs and cars? And then there's this...

“We continually work on developing new ideas and partnerships that keep customers engaged and excited,” said Tracy Gilmour, Sundance Square’s marketing director. “Nissan is a perfect fit — they have a focus on community and providing exciting moments. Working together, we will bring even more excitement to our visitors.”

If I were the Star-Telegram I would have asked that Sundance Square marketing director for examples of some of those new developing ideas. I would also have asked how it is determined "customers" are engaged and excited. And how will working with Nissan bring even more excitement? Elaborate, please, on what exactly the current existing excitement is regarding this little plaza. Movies and concerts? Yes, that type thing is unique and very exciting.

And also this...

Sundance has been approached “from Day One” about company sponsorships and will continue to look at them on an individual basis, said spokeswoman Carolyn Alvey. The one-acre plaza was built on former parking lots and is flanked by The Westbrook on the west and The Commerce to the east. The brick plaza, which also includes a stage and pavilion, breaks up Main Street but offers a stunning views of the historic Tarrant County Courthouse and the Fort Worth Convention Center.

Now Sundance Square Plaza has been reduced to one word. Sundance. Like Cher or Elvis or Trump. Been approached since day one. Really? Can you tell us who has made some of those approaches?

Stunning views of the Tarrant County Courthouse and the Convention Center. Really? The courthouse is a distance to the north. Who finds this a stunning view? And why? As for the Convention Center. From Sundance Square Plaza all one sees of the Convention Center is the bizarre homage to a giant flying saucer that is always in the running for the Top Downtown Fort Worth Eyesore Award. So, yeah, it's pretty stunning to look at.

And one more thing, that photo accompanying the Sundance Square Plaza sponsor article, which you see at the top, is visual propaganda. That photo makes this little plaza look like the Taj Mahal.

Why does the Star-Telegram perpetually print propaganda of this trite type? It seems so shallow, so stupid and so not big city worthy...

Bob Schieffer Warns Fort Worth Corruption Will Rise Without Real Newspaper

Last night I got one of those worrisome Facebook messages telling me I have been tagged. This always sounds slightly threatening to me. This time, as it often does, the tagging came from Elsie Hotpepper.

The Star-Telegram had printed one of its patented bizarrely ironic articles, an opinion piece titled Schieffer: Corruption will rise if local news organizations aren’t here to fight it.

The obvious irony, made obvious just by the title, even before you get to the ironies in the article, is that Fort Worth is already rife with corruption due to having no local newspaper of the shining a light on truth, justice and the American Way sort.

In other towns in America, towns with real newspapers, local corruption, such as nepotism, would be made a criminal legal issue. In such a town with a real newspaper questions about corruption would be asked of a local congressperson if said congressperson benefited financially, or personally, by advocating an ill conceived, ill actualized pseudo public works project the public never voted to approve.

The Facebook posting about this Star-Telegram article generated a lot of comments. I share some below, giving you a clue that not everyone in the readership area ill served by the Star-Telegram are sheep, cluelessly unaware of the corruption which has corrupted their town.

A sampling of those comments, with a few from me, the second of which was made after I actually read this latest embarrassing Star-Telegram propaganda...

Aaron Harris: I think this is a satire piece...right??

Elsie Hotpepper: I can’t stop laughing long enough to finish reading it.

Fort Worth Mayor
 Betsy Price

Mary Kelleher: It has to be a satire piece! Wow! Our mayor!

Melissa McAdoo-McDougall: It is laughable! They never cease to amaze me.

Chris Putnam: Is this The Onion???

Durango Jones: You people really should consider cutting this elderly man some slack. It is highly likely his delusions are senility or Alzheimer related. He probably thinks Betsy Price is his grandma, and Fort Worth is New York City, and the Star-Telegram is the New York Times. Or some equally sad, pitiful confusion. Or maybe the old guy can no longer read and has no awareness that the Star-Telegram does not function as a real newspaper covering real local issues, let alone the wanton corruption which so obviously corrupts the town that sad newspaper so ill serves....I'm done now....

Durango Jones: Ugh. I have now actually read this Scheiffer opinion piece. I do not think Mr. Scheiffer has any awareness of the fact that the newspaper he worked at years ago has become the very type newspaper he warns about. Corrupted by a strange hubris which has the Star-Telegram functioning as some sort of perverse propaganda organ of the Chamber of Commerce sort, spewing delusions and ignoring, well, not investigating and reporting on obvious corruption. Things like acts of nepotism which should not, would not, happen in a town with a real newspaper. How long would J.D. Granger and his mother last in a modern American town with a real newspaper? A town like New York City, Or Seattle. Or Denver. Or Portland. Or Phoenix. Or San Francisco. Or Austin....

Elsie Hotpepper: Someone...needs to write a note to the new girl and let her know instead of writing about ‘coaching salaries’ maybe be she go downstairs and look around.

Durango Jones: Elsie Hotpepper--- New girl? Go downstairs? What does that mean???

Elsie Hotpepper: Durango Jones---the new girl running the ST. She needs an open letter telling her no one buys this crap for a reason, about a billion of them.

Durango Jones: Elsie Hotpepper--- Is this new girl an actual real journalist? Or just another, well, toady????

Elsie Hotpepper: Durango Jones---we’re about to find out. The ST has a very long history of shoving one sided propaganda down our throats. Ask them to write a ‘fair’ article on your Congresswoman, her baby and their 13+ year, billion + dollar project. Just one.

Wichita Falls Late Sunday Biking To Sikes Lake Bridge Of Sighs

One day in I found myself liking this year's reversion to normal time, with the sun setting earlier than it set the day previous to the normal time reversion.

Sunday, with the sun soon in setting mode, I took off on my second bike ride of the day. With the temperature tickling close to 90, doing such was just too tempting.

My evening wheel rolling destination was Sikes Lake. The paved trail around Sikes Lake is 1.1 miles long. I roll around the lake multiple times. It is about a mile of wheel rolling to get to the Sikes Lake paved trail.

Last night on the third or fourth time passing over the Sikes Lake Bridge of Sighs the setting sun made the view particularly sigh worthy.

So, I stopped mid Bridge of Sighs to do some photo documenting. But, I had not brought along my camera, I only had the phone camera. I took multiple phone photos in multiple scene settings, as in 'sunset', 'autumn color', 'fireworks', 'candlelight', 'dawn' and others I am not remembering right now.

I think the version we see above was in 'autumn color' scene mode.

Last night I was not too surprised to see no gondolas passing under the Sikes Lake Bridge of Sighs.

Wichita Falls does not much try to be any sort of inland Venice.

I do not know why there are never any watercraft on Sikes Lake, such as kayaks and canoes. Or gondolas. There are signs forbidding swimming in the lake, and informing potential floaters kayaking is allowed only with permission from MSU. As in Midwestern State University, which is where Sikes Lake is located, on the MSU campus.

Apparently no one ever asks for permission to float a watercraft on Sikes Lake, or permission is never granted when someone asks to do some boat floating.

Or maybe I just have never been at Sikes Lake on an occasion when someone has been allowed to float on the lake...

Green Eyed Elsie Hotpepper NOT Blown HOT With Me This First Sunday Of November

Another HOT November Sunday in the Texoma zone of North Texas.

The balmy type pleasant HOT which makes the muddy brown eyes of a chilly DFW lovely, who calls herself Elsie Hotpepper, turn green with envy.

In the photo my handlebars are aiming north on the Circle Trail atop Lake Wichita Dam.

The yellow sign warns "GUSTY WIND AREA".

I assume wind blowing in across the lake makes for extra speedy wind, at times, such as was the case today. I let the wind blow me across the dam and then I exited to the right, via a side trail from the Circle Trail, to head east into a neighborhood with a confusing maze of roads.

Eventually I found my way through the confusing maze to Kemp Boulevard. Crossing Kemp was a bit of a challenge. Eventually I managed that crossing to find myself in another neighborhood with a confusing maze of roads.

After a few false turns I found my way to familiar territory and then re-joined the Circle Trail, a short distance south of my abode.

All in all I had myself a mighty fine time rolling my wheels on this first Sunday of November in Wichita Falls.

America's Biggest Boondoggle Proudly Tweets Panther Island Ice Wall Progress

I saw that which you see here yesterday via Twitter.

A Twitter Tweet from the Trinity River Vision.

I have no recollection of choosing to follow the Trinity River Vision on Twitter. Does me seeing this Tweet mean the Trinity River Vision is following me on Twitter?

I don't know.

All I know for certain is I saw this yesterday on Twitter and my reaction to what I saw was, oh my, how pitiful.

Yesterday I blogged, yet again, about Fort Worth's ongoing embarrassment which has become America's Biggest Boondoggle, in a blogging titled Crickets Chirp while Fort Worth Politicians Promise Bridges Where There Is No River.

In that blogging, among many speculations, I speculated that maybe one of the reasons the Trinity River Vision has become such a Boondoggle is due to the fact that someone totally unqualified to direct such a project, J.D. Granger, was made this vitally un-needed flood control/economic development scheme's Executive Director.

Over the years of J.D. Granger executively mis-directing this mess, his Frat Boy mentality has left its mark on how this Boondoggle has developed.

With items like Rockin' the River Happy Hour Inner Tube Floats on the polluted Trinity River. A beer hall called The Shack. Music events at an imaginary pavilion on an imaginary island. Various beer party events, such as Octoberfest.

And the first of the Boondoggle's "products" to go defunct, the highly touted, by J.D. Granger, Cowtown Wakepark, which Granger touted as providing the much coveted sport of wakeboarding in an urban environment.

How is the Coyote Drive-In, that being the world's first drive-in movie theater of this century, doing?

The above Twitter Tweet Tweeted the news that progress is being made on Panther Island Ice, that the ice rink's walls were being put into place.

Yes, you reading this in sane locations in America, America's Biggest Boondoggle, paid for with your tax dollars, installs a little temporary ice rink at the location of the aforementioned Coyote Drive-In, which has opened for skating for a few weeks for the past couple years.

Note how attractive the ice rink's structure is.

America's Biggest Boondoggle has quite a shoddy, tacky design aesthetic. As witnessed by that which is known as Panther Island Pavilion, which resembles no ones idea of a legitimate pavilion. Or the Boondoggle's beer hall appropriately called The Shack. Or the now defunct Cowtown Wakepark, which was a shoddy, tacky mess from its inception.

Note the signage surrounding the Boondoggle's ice rink.

America's Biggest Boondoggle loves its signage. No one knows how many of your tax dollars the Boondoggle has wasted on its ubiquitous signage.

Because Fort Worth has no real newspaper making inquiries into such things.

How much did all those embarrassing plastic directional signs cost which have been stuck along the Trinity Trails? These signs look like some nimrod's bad idea of futuristic, such as what one may have seen at a world's fair in the previous century.

Has Cowtown Wakepark been whited out on those embarrassing directional signs?

When is there ever going to be any accountability for Fort Worth's embarrassing Boondoggle?

When are the people of the town going to quit being sheep and put a stop to the nepotism, and demand J.D. Granger be fired?

And elect someone with a functioning conscience, to replace his mother as the town's congressperson?

Crickets Chirp while Fort Worth Politicians Promise Bridges Where There Is No River

This morning I was searching for a photo of Nikita Khruschev and Shirley Maclaine when I came upon that which you see here.

A quote from one of my favorite dictators of the Soviet Union, the aforementioned Nikita Khruschev opining....

"Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river".

Well.

Guess what came to my mind when I read what Nikita had to say?

If you guessed an American town building bridges where there is no river, proudly trying to build these bridges over dry land, you know, to save money, when there will never be water under those bridges until a ditch is dug under them, with water added to the ditch, well, you guessed right.

How Fort Worth's governing morons got away with spewing that ridiculous lie, the bridges being built over dry land to save money lie, has appalled me for years now.

The three simple little bridges were being built over dry land to connect the Fort Worth mainland to an imaginary island because there was no funding to pay for digging the ditch into which the Trinity River could be diverted. And if that ditch had been dug at the same time the bridges were being built there would be no water in that ditch until the Trinity River was diverted into the ditch.

In other words, there never was any other option than to build those three simple little bridges over dry land.

And yet the BIG LIE about the bridges being built over dry land in order to save money.

Repeated over and over again.

I point you to the Wikipedia article about the Big Lie for instructive insight into how propaganda works in a town like Fort Worth.

Fort Worth lacks any real newspaper doing this thing called journalism, reporting on this thing called news. Well, all the news. Fort Worth's fake newspapers do cover murders, mayhem and the rare construction of a new downtown Fort Worth building, and other things which do not contradict the party line of the good ol' boy network which runs Fort Worth in what is known as the Fort Worth Way.

In other words, run the town with a large dose of delusional propaganda.

So, unless I missed it, the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, Fort Worth Weekly and Fort Worth Business Press have all failed to investigate, and report on, what has gone wrong with the building of those three simple little bridges.

What was the design problem which caused the long construction halt? What was the alleged solution to this design problem which allowed the slow construction to supposedly resume?

It was way back on Tuesday November 11, 2014 I blogged about a big TNT big boom announcing the three month late start of bridge construction at a big celebration hosted by those aforementioned Fort Worth government morons, such as Mayor Betsy Price, Congresswoman Kay Granger, and Granger's embarrassing son J.D., he the master of stupidly ironic quotes and Executive Director of what has become America's Biggest Boondoggle, of which those three simple little bridges are only one part.

I forgot to mention, when that TNT big boom marked the start of bridge construction those three simple little bridges being built over dry land had a four year construction timeline.

Four years to build three simple little bridges.

Over dry land.

Longer than it took to build the Golden Gate Bridge, over deep, fast moving water, and other actual feats of engineering. Such as actual signature bridges built over the actual Trinity River in Dallas. Or the new Dallas Cowboy stadium, in Arlington.

The Dallas Cowboy stadium, also built over dry land, also costing over a billion dollars, would seem to be a more complex engineering effort than Fort Worth's three simple little bridges being built over dry land, and the rest of Fort Worth's vitally needed flood control/economic development scheme known as the Trinity River Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision, which has been boondoggling along for most of this century, built in slow motion, even though, you know, it's a vitally needed flood control/economic development scheme.

And an apparently lifelong employment opportunity for Kay Granger's son who had zero experience directing a project such as what has become America's Biggest Boondoggle.

I wonder if there is any connection between this project becoming an embarrassing boondoggle and the project's director being an unqualified embarrassment?

There is one thing the construction of the new Dallas Cowboy stadium and Fort Worth's embarrassing boondoggle have in common. Both outrageously abused eminent domain to take property from its owners, including both bulldozing property whilst the owners still had not had their say in court.

But, with a big difference. Four years later Arlington saw a big new stadium and a Super Bowl where all that private property was taken.

Meanwhile in Fort Worth crickets chirp...