If you see OKC Mayor David Holt standing on a street corner begging for change, I guess we know why!
Just months after the U.S. Supreme Court put an official end to the city’s dogged attempt to reinstate an ordinance that prevented people from begging for change on city medians because they annoyed snobby rich ladies, US District Judge Joe Hornton ruled the city must pay $986,350 in attorney fees to the legal team who worked hard to overturn the unconstitutional law.
Here’s his “conclusion.”
Great news, my fellow Oklahomans! Our esteemed Senator Jim Inhofe is taking a break from tweeting about cheeseburgers and taking the initiative to solve the mental health crisis in Oklahoma!
However I have a few questions about the implementation, including…
Every now and then, I like to get a bit wild and crazy and see how things are going in the mystical and demented land of Derplahoma. You know, the alt-right dystopia where the presidential election was stolen, facemasks and vaccines don’t work, and horse dewormer is the go-to cure for a deadly virus.
At the moment, the best place to get a pulse on what’s happening in this alternative reality is to visit US Senate candidate Jackson Lahmeyer’s Facebook page. He’s the hardcore right-wing preacher who’s challenging ultra-conservative incumbent RINO flower boy James Lankford.
Just like his oranged-face loser God, Lahmeyer uses Facebook as a powerful tool to spread lies and falsehoods, fear and misinformation, and social media influencer-style ads for pillows to the deranged masses.
Maybe I do like Italian food. That’s the only rationale I could internally come up with to fully realize and thoroughly explain my saucy actions during a non-pizza outing to Sergio’s Italian Bistro, 104 E. Gray St., in Norman, last Saturday.
You see, this past weekend, a friend that has been having a hard time with a few things in her life, especially over the past few days, asked if she could see me for a little while. What those problems are is really none of your business, but know that she was visibly shaken and needed a friend to hang out with, something that I was happy to help her with, as I typically am.
Around seven o’clock, however, I started to feel that dreaded grumble in my belly and needed a place to feed those sorrowful pangs of hunger; having covered many places in Norman I’ve always wanted to a few weeks ago, I remembered that there was one place that I wanted to try but, sadly, never did: Sergio’s Italian Bistro.
(Also, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that they also housed a spacious patio, which entered very largely in the dining decision.)