Oy, what a day. No posting during the day because sometimes PittGirl’s office goes up in flames, and she puts the flames out. Then her job picks her up and shakes her real good, then dunks her in water, wrings her out and throws her in the fryer. All fires are now put out thanks to me being awesome at my job.
So tonight, I sit in my comfy green recliner and finally crack open my newspaper to find this horrific piece of shit staring back at me.
So I’m thinking the first paragraph of this article better go something like this:
In an extraordinary move sure to provoke voter outrage, a special panel has recommended an astounding 12.5 cent hike in Pennsylvania’s already astronomically high gas tax. An effigy representing the members of the panel was scheduled for burning in a protest on the steps of the state Capitol building tomorrow.
Instead, I have to read down to the 19th paragraph before I find any mention of our already high gas tax.
At 31.2 cents a gallon, the state’s liquid fuels tax is already among the nation’s highest in a state responsible for more miles of highway (41,000) and more bridges (25,000) than most others.
But a 12.5-cents-a-gallon gas-tax increase, which would include a penny-a-gallon to be returned to the county and municipalities to improve local streets, would easily skyrocket the state to No. 1.
You can’t tell, but right now, I am actually baring my teeth. Grr.