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Good morning, Washington. In one of the firmer signs that things in the District of Columbia are finally getting back to normal after the excitement of the inauguration of President Obama, the Washington Post reports this morning that former mayor and current D.C. Council member Marion Barry (D-Ward 8) has failed to file his 2007 tax return. Barry is still on probation for failing to file his 2005 tax return, and avoided serving 18 months in jail two years ago for violating that probation. At the time, federal prosecutors argued that Barry "has not acted like a person who has been given the opportunity of probation, and should not be treated like one," though a judge didn't agree. Barry pleaded guilty in 2005 to misdemeanor charges based on his failure to file returns from 1999 to 2004. The Post says they don't know whether Barry owes any taxes for 2007, and that he did file in 2006.
Eastern Market Construction Hours Expanded: The Examiner reports that construction work at Eastern Market is being sped up and intensified in order to meet the goal of reopening the fire-damaged South Hall by this summer. Work will now go on at the historic building from 3:30 p.m. to midnight Monday through Friday, and from 6 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. Saturdays, from now through May. The late night work is said be all interior work related to badly damaged flooring.
Ice Still Causing Delays: There's still a bit of ice out on the ground this morning, prompting many suburban school districts to delay opening by two hours. The Post's coverage of Iceocalypse '09 mentions that area emergency rooms treated a lot of wrist injuries yesterday due to people bracing themselves from falls. Those of you who did slip on the ice on Wednesday can at least feel better that you didn't end up at the hospital. We hope.
Briefly Noted: Virginia House panel rejects cigarette tax hike ... D.C. police officers assigned to concierge duties for a national law enforcement conference ... Nine Injured In five-Car Crash In District Heights.
This Day in DCist: One year ago, DDOT was removing shoes that had been flung up into trees in Shaw, and two years ago, Sufjan Stevens fans waited in an insane line outside in the cold at the Kennedy Center for a free show.
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So Barry's taking his financial advice from Wesley Snipes now? I've been telling people for years that Barry's a Daywalker, but will people listen? Noooooo! They just tighten the straps and up the thorazine dosage. What's that? The Master is coming? He's coming for Renfield? Yes, Master, I have your lobster bib and crackpipe, Master. Let me fetch you a bag of screaming babies, Master. And some mambo sauce.
IRS Set me up!
wait...you mean i'm supposed to pay taxes on the money i skim from the summer jobs program???
Ah, nothing takes the edge off a long stressful day at work quite like the soothing sounds of late-night construction. And nothing gets rid of morning wood faster than 6am jackhammers. No more peeing through morning erections for Eastern Market residents! No siree! Look out honey 'cause I'm using technology!
I fell this morning on the ice and cut my hand up. I was onboard with Obama's assessment of the area yesterday but today, not so much. I'd take 2 feet of perpetual snow over 1/2" of ice any day.
Yeah, interesting how the President cracked wise about us yesterday, right before having to declare an federal emergency for the same ice storm in Kentucky and Arkansas.
People in Chicago can be all stoic about their snow, but it comes down in nice, fluffy masses (because it doesn't reach 32 degrees till May there). We get a shit shower of sleet, ice, snow and ninjas. There's more to it than just being softees.
The Post's coverage of Iceocalypse '09 mentions that area emergency rooms treated a lot of wrist injuries yesterday due to people bracing themselves from falls.
Correction:
Too much ice on the streets meant that the cufflink wearing douchenozzoles who would normally go to the Town Tavern to get handjobs from over eager hill staffers had to stay at home and work it themselves.
Caffeine, you catch that photo at The Sexist? Holy crap, it supports your theory to a T.
This is why we need such a large stimulus bill: the preservation and creation of jobs.
RE: marion barry.
this crazy idiot breaks law after law after law, and does he have to pay for it? hell no!
what do i have to go to get in on this racket?!?
You need a job at the DC Tax and Revenue Office, preferably one that handles refunds. Do you have any relatives with small businesses? That helps too.
Or you need to be up for a job at the Treasury Department.
It helps if you can convince your constituents that there are racists hiding under their beds.
Maybe no dc resident should file a fed return until we get meaningful representation in congress. Discuss...
If this is part of Barry's elaborate "tax protest" for DC voting representation, he really needs to work on his delivery.
They're installing sprinklers at Eastern Market, right?
So what bar should I go to to avoid both packs of roaming frat boys and cufflinked douchewaffles? That isn't also full of young hipsters giving me the "you're uncool" stinkeye?
Oh yeah, the one in my living room...
You're uncool
It's times like these I really miss The Crow Bar. What a gloriously unpretentious $h!thole, worthy of a third-world $h!thole like DC. Where are the urine-soaked, vomit-caked dive bars of yesteryear? Cherchez la douchenozzle.
Dan's Cafe, brother.
Maybe now that the economy is in the crapper DC will become dive-friendly again? Viva la early 90s!
What ever happened to The Raven on Mt. Pleasant St.?
I'd give my left ass cheek for a decent non-fru-fru Irish bar.
Irish Bars in America are almost by definition "fru fru." There's very few places that qualify as a real Irish bar that doesn't feel fake. The Irish Channel on 5th isn't bad, but it's overpriced and filled with a mixture of douchebags and only a few actual people I'd want to drink with to make it tolerable.
Otherwise, any old dive bar is about the best approximation you'll get.
The Irish Times is still a dumpy $h!thole with lousy food and they really need to dust the place. Perfect for a pint, but the Friday night douchenozzle contingent is fairly high. Not as high as Fado or Sine, but high nonetheless.
The Dubliner next door, however, is a bag of suck. It's like an Irish Hard Times Cafe.
demonfafa, a good Irish pub by definition cannot be full of douchebags (which is why many of the bars in Dublin fail to qualify). It's the people that make the place, not the knick-knacks on the wall.
I'm actually partial to James Hoban's in Dupont. The staff there are fantastic. It might fill up with your typical Dupont crowd on the weekends, but during the week it can have a nice neighborhood feel. There's also Nanny O'Brien's in Cleveland Park.
I'd give my entire nutsack - and Marion Barry's too - for an Irish bar that:
(a) On St. Patrick's Day isn't full of a bunch of idiot Irish-Americans tawkin' about "da trubbles" and not knowing their ass from a stovepipe when it comes to what really happened.
(b) Isn't run by or doesn't employ a bunch of criminals/visa fraudsters preying on the general stupidity of Irish America.
(c) Isn't employing a house band whose idea of "Irish music" is 'Danny Boy' or 'The Ferryman' and who has never heard of a bodhran or a whistle.
(d) Doesn't EVER serve green beer. Period.
(e) Can serve a decent pint of Guiness.
(f) Understands that craic isn't something you get busted for but is the essential ingredient in a proper Irish bar.
Never going to happen I know but it's nice to think about.
I know an Irish pub that would suit you to a "t." Problem is, it's in Bangalore. Worth it just for Bollywood trivia night, although they do make their shepherd's pie with real mutton instead of Hamburger Helper. Slainté!
No need to go all the way to CallCentreStan, Monkey. Paradise is a mere 6 hour flight away: it comes complete with drunks, gangsters, lots of local color and nary a dose of "Delhi Belly" to be found anywhere..
http://www.crownbar.com/about.asp
Honest doc, it was a million to one shot. I walked out the door and a pack of gypsies stole my clothes right of my back. On the way to the police station, I slipped on the ice, put my hand down to break the fall, and twisted my wrist. I slipped again when I stood up and fell right on to that gerbil. Honest. On the way to the hospital, I was caught in a candlelight vigil and got hot wax all over myself. The plastic bag on my head? Well, that was just for fun.
I'm guessing that, under presidential scrutiny, Sidwell deftly opted not to curtail hours today.
Does anyone know what's happened to "About Tonight"?
w/r/t Barry: So he claimed the Child Tax Credit on consumed children instead of dependent children. Honest mistake. A boo boo if you will. This is why pencils have erasers.
This is what happens when you eat your dependents. With hot sauce.
They taste better with mumbo sauce
Really though, once digested they become more dependent than ever.
While some politicans are said to eat their young in order to get their way, our man is just a different type of hungry.
The Raven? With the Ron Jeremy lookalike bartender? It's still there. Held together by decades of cigarette smoke and Rolling Rock residue...
The last time I was at The Raven, it was so full of douches, it took me a week to get the vinegar smell out of my clothes.
But at least there weren't any Australians there.
Whoa - hold on a sec. I used to live in Mt Plezz a long time ago and the bartender at the Raven was a guy named Jesse who looked exactly like Ron Jeremy - if Ron Jeremy was short, fat, had straight hair and no teeth and was from Chicago.
A woman named Mrs. Warren owned it (she must have long ago shuffled off this mortal coil). There wasn't a hipster anywhere - unless you counted Dirty Bruce who used to steal people's coats or Mary who used to take her false teeth out and give gumjobs in the back.
The only "Rolling Rock" in the place was the one brought in by a guy everyone knew as "The Mumbler" - he tried to roll a boulder in there one night (screaming something about warthogs, Richard Nixon and valuable gum wrappers) and Jesse had to kick his ass out. It was a world-class wino bar and nary a hint of patchouli-stank, flannel or Young Gay Republicans anywhere.
Is this the same place? Right on Mt. Pleasant St., either next to or a few doors up from the Pan American Laundromat?