The Kansas City Bedtime Post

I'm wondering if I'll stay up tonight and do a little blogging, go to the casino and give Missouri schools a bit of my money or maybe just watch cartoons.

The streets are safer because there's one less human trafficking, violent d-bag out there but there's always a huge supply of shady characters in the Kansas City area.

Or maybe I'll just sleep and dream of a time when Kansas City is no longer ruled by a stubborn, incompetent, clumsy jerk. I've never had any illusions that Kansas City could even come close to resembling a "City upon a Hill" but I will admit that I've always hoped that people in this town would become more skeptical of their leaders, more involved in their public institutions, less trusting of the big media and drop the inferiority complex that makes charlatans so hopeful that they can sell big ticket items while people ignore more pressing problem. Of course, all of these thoughts and dreams occur only in the brief intervals in between my imagination pondering unspeakable acts committed by, to and with busty British glamor models.