After being defeated on just about every front, Oklahoma Governor Kevin Stitt is now taking his fight against our state’s tribal nations to the roads…literally.
Over the past month or so, word has come out that a big construction project on SH9 and I-35 that’s being co-funded by the state and Chickasaw Nation may be postponed because, well, Kevin Stitt is a petty, passive-aggressive turd who for some reason has a hardcore agenda/vendetta against Oklahoma’s tribes.
Here are the details via The Oklahoman_:
By now, you’ve probably heard about Madison Kohout.
She’s the 19-year-old genius who packed up and moved to Arkansas on a whim to be closer to her TikTok mom, only to discover the apartment she moved into was part of a senior living center.
Yep, Oklahoma’s finest are at it again.
The story apparently blew up on TikTok, spread to older, more primitive forms of social media like Twitter and Facebook, and has since appeared in just about every mainstream media outlet in the world.
Virtually all these outlets gush over the adorable “Awe shucks! Youngs lives withs Olds” aspect of the story. I can’t really blame them. Who hasn’t fantasized about living in an apartment complex with a bunch of old people?
Via New York Times:
In Oklahoma—a state that still has “freedom” fries on many a menu—typically the best you can do for a Franco-inspired meal is a makeshift charcuterie board with Wal-Mart croissants, squirts of spray cheese, misshaped brown grapes, sliced frankfurters from the back of the fridge and a staticky VHS copy of Emmanuelle. It’s just not right.
But there has always been one French eatery in town and that’s La Baguette. Recently, after the sidewalk press show in Deep Deuce, as my friend and I were walking back to her car, we noticed a new-ish variation of the restaurant at 100 NE 4th St. and decided to stop by for a late lunch, if only out of curiosité simple.
While I have never been to the one on N. May Ave. or the place in Norman, this Deep Deuce concept is probably far hipper than most, I guess, with song-lyrics from Devo and such all over the walls, somehow tying into French cuisine. While I would have preferred tunes instead from legendary pervert Serge Gainsbourg, that’s probably not the business they’re in.
Despite a woefully confused staff of young people far cooler than I’ll ever be behind the counter, we eventually ordered our continental food, starting off with a plain Croissant ($3.25), still warm out of the oven.