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Driving ban? Take a hike, gov
by Howie Carr
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Hey Gov. Patrick, didn’t your mother ever teach you about the magic word “please”?
You know, you’d ask her for something, and she’d say, “What’s the magic word, Deval?”
I guess she didn’t because I didn’t hear it Friday, when you ordered everyone in the state off the roads at 4 p.m. Like everyone else, I did hear about the $500 fine and/or one year in jail for violating your order, which you had said the previous day you probably weren’t going to issue.
I know, the bow-tied bumkissers are already falling all over themselves lauding you for your “wise” decision to shut down business statewide and arrest anybody who had the audacity to try to get home from work. But did it ever occur to you that at 4 p.m. Friday maybe half the state had only minimal snow? Think Nantucket.
If you had to order a driving ban, why not at 7 p.m.? Ninety-nine percent of the people would have been home by then. Do you really think a lot of people were planning to go out joyriding in the blizzard? Gov. Maggie Hassan of New Hampshire “asked” her constituents to get off the roads by 7 p.m. No haughty orders, she just said she would rely on their “common sense.” But then you don’t have much in common with Maggie, do you, Deval?
Earlier this week, she vowed to veto an increase in the beer tax (it didn’t even get out of the legislature). You couldn’t slap a beer sales tax on top of the beer excise tax fast enough, remember?
Every moonbat wakes up in the morning hoping this is the day he gets to inconvenience, or hector, or lecture somebody else, preferably some “bitter clingers” who have to work for a living.
Friday was the day moonbat Deval’s dream finally came true. He out-Dukakised Dukakis. But the difference is, when Dukakis declared a driving ban, nobody complained. Because at that point it was necessary — people had been caught by surprise.
It was 1978, remember — no Weather Channel, no “models.” Nobody was caught unawares Friday. You could have picked up the news reports on the fillings in your teeth.
Myself, I’d hired a guy to drive me home Friday night. I was going to leave my car warm and safe in a garage in Brighton. But then he heard about the year in jail, and he chickened out.
So I called Veterans Taxi. At 5 p.m., Veterans called back and said the cops had just ordered them off the road. In other towns, the police were doing robo-calls, a chance to throw their weight around, too.
I wasn’t that worried driving home. I had press credentials, and if any cops had stopped me, I figured I would just tell them I was Police Commissioner Edward F. Davis’ son.
Can you imagine what TV viewers from outside New England must have thought watching us here in Boston these last few days? First you have a mayor talking about “deploring” plows in the “sea of Boston,” and if you have any problems, call “nine-eleven.” (Go ahead, check your phone for an eleven.)
And now my car is in the driveway, totally buried in snow. Deval, it’s all your fault. Can you come over today and help me dig it out? Please.