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There is no such thing as a bad real estate development for many downtown cheerleaders. The President Hotel made its triumphant grand re-opening yesterday (thanks to tax breaks provided by you) and there was much celebration (yay!).

Never mind that the Hotel does little to improve pot holes in the street, East side crime or KC schools but I'm glad there's even more luxury living space downtown. Additionally, I'm also certain that there is some long range benefit to KC where revenue from this or that will someday trickle down upon the po'folk of KC like so much piss from the golden shower of a perv who paid extra . . . but that doesn't do much for the victims of this year's murders or the current generation of KC students. I guess it's important to have priorities even if they're fucked up. Satisfying construction cheerleaders is practically the same as helping the babies or at least the grown children who didn't get enough time with building blocks in their formative years. Additionally, the deprived childhood fascinations of KC boosters could explain why so many of them are stuck in what Freud referred to as the "anal" phase. This condition is apparent when noting how many people downtown grab their ankles for real estate developers. Again, this hotel seems like most Presidents: well hyped but pretty much useless.

Finally, long ago my Grandpa worked at The President Hotel. For him, it wasn't a mythical place and the good old days weren't really that good. It was just another job where he got treated like shit and made decent tips on the days when the rich white folks felt generous. He was the first Mexican waiter in that building and I'm pretty sure I remember him telling me about the bad old days when they didn't let the darkies get rooms up in that bitch. Sad that when they talk about the "history" of this town, they rarely mention the whole story.