New and old candidates flock Binghamton

My hometown of Binghamton, New York, is somehow the new Mecca of all political campaigning, with recent appearances by Bernie Sanders, Ted Cruz, Sean Hannity, and the Campaigner himself, Bill Clinton. My question is, where did these people think they were actually going that they thought a Binghamton stop would be worth their time? It boggles the mind.

I don’t pay much attention to Binghamton politics anymore, but when something unusual comes up it does tend to catch my attention. My Facebook newsfeed, after all, is still mostly Binghamton people, and recently I’ve seen more than a post or two about Dorollo Nixon.

Mr. Nixon is the Republican candidate for New York Assembly District 123, which includes Binghamton and its surrounding area. The seat has been held for 12 years by Mrs. Donna Lupardo, a woman who’s up to at least four government gigs by my count: Broome County Legislature, State Assembly, SUNY instructor, and “community mental health educator,” whatever that is. Her “efforts” have overseen the general decline of the area into that which we affectionately call Little Detroit.

Ordinarily I’d be happy to see any Republican put up a real challenge to Mrs. L.—she hasn’t seen one in years—but this is Binghamton, and what passes for a Republican there would vote for Bernie Sanders over Abraham Lincoln.

But the most amazing thing about the contest? I’d never heard of Dorollo Nixon in my life. I lived in Binghamton for 30 years and paid pretty close attention to local politics for about 25 of those, yet I had to go to the guy’s website to find out anything about him. Some type of attorney, apparently. He seems to say the right things, but out of context Tom Libous used to accidentally say some conservative things too. (Speaking of Libous, I’d always thought that the Binghamton-area GOP sort of laid down for Lupardo in exchange for their laying down for Libous. Now with Libous gone that arrangement might be off the table.) This Nixon fellow apparently has at least tacit support from Binghamton’s Republican crime family, as evidenced by the group of familiar dorks standing behind him at his campaign’s press event.

Nixon’s main argument for running seems to be that he wants to “give something back.” This is an old Libous line too. Give something back? What did you take? Why do you feel the need to reimburse me? Why must you seek a position of power and authority over those to whom you feel such debt? Have you found no charitable causes to which to contribute? Will you be working for free?

Mental note: contact Nixon and Lupardo campaigns with questions.

Er, maybe not.

First, read Wednesday’s post

Then, realize the first leg of the Spring 2016 Trifecta has already occurred.

Things to add:

Kobe scoring 60 (in typical Kobe fashion) in his final game. Classic.

Bryce Harper’s 100th career home run… a grand slam, no doubt.

And, also locally… Caps win, Caps win.

Then, tonight:

Bumgarner-Kershaw for the second time already this season and Greinke-Shields in San Diego. Way to go, West Coast late games, way to go.

And in the heartland? A guy starting for the defending NL champions who’s about to turn 43 and looks more like a truck driver than an athlete?

Awesome.

Musings on upcoming events

Obviously I have nothing invested in the Warriors’ winning their record-setting 73rd game of the season tonight, but for whatever reason gosh darn I hope they do. The novelty of such a thing, perhaps. And if any group of guys deserves it, somehow I think it should be them. Someday psychologists will be explaining our collective love affair with the Golden State Warriors.

Prediction: Golden State… 73 wins, followed by championship.

Add Washington Capitals Stanley Cup to complete the spring trifecta.

Yeah.

Revisiting the homeland

This weekend I visited my hometown of Binghamton, New York. And yeah, it snowed the whole weekend.

Most people, I suppose, have love-hate relationships with their hometowns and I have a particularly strong one. I can handle it, though, for 36 hours a year, as long as I avoid everyone but the handful of people I really look forward to seeing.

Same time next year, Binghamton.

Happy Birthday, Hef

One of my all-time greatest idols turns 90 years old tomorrow, still going strong after 63 years at the same job. Hugh Hefner, Editor-in-Chief of Playboy magazine and hero to men everywhere, will celebrate birthday 90 tomorrow I’m sure in great style.

I think few people would have guessed in the ’50s, ’60s, ’70s, ’80s, ’90s, or this century that old Hef would still be swingin’ in the year 2016. Let’s face it, the man is not going to live forever.

But let’s also be honest… I don’t think any man in history has had a greater incentive to keep on living, no?

Happy Birthday, Mr. Hefner!

“Economic” “development” follow-up

Residents: We are not amused. What a great headline. Seriously.

You may recall a couple months ago I told you about Loudoun County’s “Nighttime Economy Ad Hoc Committee.” That’s an ad hoc committee of the Loudoun Economic Development Advisory Commission. (What was the fake charity George Costanza invented on an episode of Seinfeld? The Human Fund? “Money for people.”) Well, that committee has, according to The Washiington Post, “been looking at ways of stimulating [sic] the nighttime economy to make Loudoun more attractive to business and the young workers they employ.”

The thing about socialism is that it requires too many evenings.

On Monday, March 14 (sorry… news travels slowly without a media committee), about 75 people who couldn’t find something real to do with their evening time “turned out to provide comments in small groups that corresponded to seven subcommittees that studied entertainment, public space and amenities, housing, transportation, public safety, compliance with government regulations and economic development.” Again, thanks, Washington Post. I don’t even have to come up with material anymore. I just reprint their news articles. What was it Will Rogers said? “I don’t make jokes, I just watch the government and report the facts.” Amen, brother.

Members of various Loudoun County committees and subcommittees presented plans and ideas bent on, you know, attracting some excitement to the richest county in America. Because…

“There’s nothing for me here.”

Ha! Classic Binghamton. Nothing to do here.

Terri Randolph of Leesburg says she often goes to the District for entertainment. She would like to see “more restaurants, more lounges, more places where you have live music, more places where it’s a little bit more diverse.”

O Government, Government, maketh me the entertainment!

And “places where it’s a little bit more diverse”? Seriously, what is that? Is that a grammar mistake or a hillbilly joke?

Todd Pearson, one of two co-chairmen of the Nighttime Economy Ad Hoc Committee, said the committee received almost 1,000 responses to an online survey to solicit public input on the matter. The committee “will revise (its) recommendations” (HA!), then present them to the Economic Development Advisory Commission in May, followed by a presentation to the Board of Supervisors’ finance committee in June.

I say more leprechauns, more unicorns, more magic beans, more bread and circuses!

And they say there’s nothing amusing in Loudoun County.

Opening Day

I like how Opening Day is now spread over two full days, especially given the marquee matchups to which we were treated yesterday afternoon and evening. (And how about Marlins Man showing up in KC? Awesome.)

Today, of course, is the real Opening Day, daytime baseball for most of MLB including my beloved Yankees and hometown Nats.

Add that on top of Better Call Saul and the NCAA Championship game? (Go, Villanova! by the way.)

More more reasons to keep on living.

Final post ever

Due to circumstances I cannot explain, this will be the final post ever at mikeo… who am I kidding? I can’t even type it with a straight face. No April Fool’s jokes here: too many awesome things happening in the world.

Beginning with TV, sweet TV.

Did you watch last night’s premiere episode of CNN’s The Eighties? Brought to you by the same folks who brought us The Sixties and The Seventies (see a pattern?), The Eighties is perhaps even more enjoyable for me because it’s the first one of these decades I actually remember. Last night’s episode, as went the previous two series, focused on the impact of television, featuring a few shows and events I actually remember watching. It’s two hours of your time very well spent, and CNN will show it a thousand more times in case you missed it.

Ditto Archer on FX, the network which is fast becoming my favorite cable channel. Last night was the Season Seven (can you believe it?) premiere of the show that generally does everything right as far as what should happen on a cable spy program shown post-family hour. I realize Archer’s not for everybody, but if you can handle it do yourself a favor and please do so.

More reasons to keep on living.

No news is better news

Not caring about sports yesterday I started leafing through the other sections of the newspaper. There I found this week’s sign that the Apocalypse is upon us…

Man sues Sweetgreen over salad-ordering app.

Yup. Lawsuit in the works because a guy can’t “customize his salad” via his salad-ordering phone app.

First. World. Problems.

To be fair, there’s a little more to it than this. You see (pardon the expression), the plaintiff is visually impaired and can’t make out the flashy signals on his phone too good.

And a lot of the fancier apps will talk to you if you ask them nicely.

“You can get to the salads,” he explains, “but you can’t customize.”

Can’t customize your nine-dollar eco-friendly salad.

This is why I usually just stick to the sports page.

No money, no problems

Saturday evening I was counting the money in my head. No, in my hand. It was there in my hand. Virginia, North Carolina, Notre Dame, Syracuse, Oklahoma. I was imagining how I’d use that office pool money. Something silly? Something useful? Who cares… it’s all about bragging rights anyway, because still I’d do it if the prize were a stick of gum.

My presumptive victory lasted about 45 minutes Saturday night until the Kansas-Villanova game began. Two classic choking teams and I picked the wrong one.

Easy come, easy go.

It was in this spirit, not caring about money and bragging rights, that I watched my beloved childhood basketball team, the Syracuse Orange (in my day they were the Orangemen), complete the most unlikely Final Four run in a decade. Heaven can wait.

And there I found the true meaning of Christmas.

Er, March Madness.