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Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:33 pm to WPBTiger
I have a feeling that Cuzan Services will be fielding many phone calls shortly with people expressing their opposition to the removal.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:34 pm to WPBTiger
LolNO
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:34 pm to WPBTiger
And it the contract doesn't even cover the removal of the most offensive one, Liberty Monument.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:35 pm to WPBTiger
Good for Mitch. His passion project he used to help get him elected is now going to cost the city triple what he planned for. Dude is so incompetent. Landrieus will continue to destroy Nola.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:35 pm to chillygentilly
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Liberty Monument.
I bet if you took a survey of this board, 75% couldn't point out what it was memorializing.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:36 pm to adamb2151
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Good for Mitch. His passion project he used to help get him elected is now going to cost the city triple what he planned for. Dude is so incompetent. Landrieus will continue to destroy Nola.
He is good at burying history that's inconvenient to the narrative.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:37 pm to idlewatcher
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I think they know that not many other bidders would actually submit a bid so they jacked up the price.
Exactly.
"I wont touch that thing for less than 600k"
Gubment, "here is your contract"
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:38 pm to NYCAuburn
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:40 pm to WPBTiger
I think it's idiotic and short sighted to tear down the statues but $600k? I wonder how much this cost:
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:41 pm to arseinclarse
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wtf does this mean
The back of the proverbial bus where whites apparently belong now.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:41 pm to northshorebamaman
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I wonder how much this cost:
Rope.
Think what 10 Mexicans could do.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:42 pm to NYNolaguy1
It memorializes the people killed when a paramilitary group of disenfranchized former confederates overthrew the reconstruction government before federal troops were deployed to put down the insurrection. It's actually an incredibly fascinating historical event that has been completely omitted from state history classes and is largely unknown.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:44 pm to WPBTiger
I wouldn't bid on it either. A lot of clients are probably conservatives and this would be bad for business.
I think the state should take it down personall
I think the state should take it down personall
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:44 pm to WPBTiger
It was a muggy August day in New Orleans, overly hot for the season, but not uncommon to the locals. The air hung heavy and damp as Skronquavious finished mugging his third tourist of the day. A fine haul of 43 dollars, an iPhone and some jewelry had been well worth beating the middle aged New York native about the face with his pistol. He left her whimpering in the alley as he grabbed the front of his sagging pants and walked away. He overheard the sounds of the local news through an open window. Apparently the city council had voted to remove the Confederate statues in the city, to a raucous applause from the assembled natives. Skronquavious mused on how the city was finally doing something to combat the terrible problems of New Orleans, and rounded the corner with a golden smile flashing across his lips.
He stood in the looming shadow. The sun no longer reflected across his grill. He raised his gaze slowly across the grey-green boots. The trunks of metal legs. The oxidized overcoat.
His brown eyes beheld a bronze beard a foot above his head. Metal eyes met his gaze, empty and unfeeling, silently judging him. His own grew wide with confusion and fear, followed by anger. His gun came up parallel to the sidewalk and his mouth formed into a sneer as he grabbed his crotch with one hand and fired his pistol into the obstacle in his path, each report accompanied by curse from his lips.
The bullets tore through the figure, punching neat holes through the first layer of metal skin and rattling around as they struck the other side, their velocity not enough to carry them through.
The mouth never moved. The eyes never blinked. Skronquavious's sneer turned to a trembling of lips as the golem swung its sword in a terrible arc. The blade made thick, wet sound as it sliced through his neck in a font of blood. His dreadlocks fanned out in all directions as his head rolled into the gutter, like dice in a back alley game.
The General stood sentinel straight, the red gore dripping fromI his saber. Seems he had his work cut out for him. But after all, it was they that had wanted him to come down...
He stooped down, metal joints creaky from a century of stillness, to wipe his blade upon the crumpled form of the former thug. And then, he began to walk. He had his work cut out for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crowd protesting around the confederate monument was a hodgepodge of the most virulent strains of Social Justice Warrior. Women, or rather piles of fat and flesh with short, spiked, dyed hair screamed and cackled, their jiggling arms clutching signs denouncing nebulous "racism" and "patriarchy".
Hipsters with skinny jeans and ironic t-shirts also made up clumps, apathetically vaping, their dreads smelling of patchouli and neglect. Some of the darker denizens of the city endlessly chanted tired and uninspired slogans. A motley crew for certain, annoying passersby with accusations of privilege and racism.
Yet the din began to cease as, one by one, they turned to hear the source of a peculiar, unfamiliar sound coming from down the street.
CLANK
A morbidly obese woman with a green pixie cut craned her flabby neck...
CLANK
A woman in a headscarf lowered her black power fist and stopped yelling at a father and his child and turned around...
CLANK
A skinny white male reached his tattooed hand up to remove his false glasses, sure that his eyes were deceiving him...
CLANK
CLANK
CLANK
The noise stopped, and they stood, spellbound, as the figure that should not be towered over them. There was only silence from the crowd now. No chants, no shouts, just the sound of sirens in the distance and the constant hum of the interstate. The figure stared down at the ones who wished to bring him down from his lofty perch of ages. He frowned, perplexed at this curious assemblage of humanity. And then the silence broke, with a trigglypuff hurling her big gulp at him and screaming "frick YOU SHITLORD!"
The styrofoam cup exploded against his metal chest, sending streams of orange soda splashing to the ground.
He cricked his neck twice, back and forth, as the hambeast continued to scream at him. Then, in one swift motion, he plunged his sword into her gaping maw mid-shriek and silenced the horrid noise. His blade stuck out the back of her fat head, bits of blood and brain clinging to it. The crowd stared, slack jawed, paralyzed by the unreal scene that had played out before them. And then the grim, grisly work began.
He stood in the looming shadow. The sun no longer reflected across his grill. He raised his gaze slowly across the grey-green boots. The trunks of metal legs. The oxidized overcoat.
His brown eyes beheld a bronze beard a foot above his head. Metal eyes met his gaze, empty and unfeeling, silently judging him. His own grew wide with confusion and fear, followed by anger. His gun came up parallel to the sidewalk and his mouth formed into a sneer as he grabbed his crotch with one hand and fired his pistol into the obstacle in his path, each report accompanied by curse from his lips.
The bullets tore through the figure, punching neat holes through the first layer of metal skin and rattling around as they struck the other side, their velocity not enough to carry them through.
The mouth never moved. The eyes never blinked. Skronquavious's sneer turned to a trembling of lips as the golem swung its sword in a terrible arc. The blade made thick, wet sound as it sliced through his neck in a font of blood. His dreadlocks fanned out in all directions as his head rolled into the gutter, like dice in a back alley game.
The General stood sentinel straight, the red gore dripping fromI his saber. Seems he had his work cut out for him. But after all, it was they that had wanted him to come down...
He stooped down, metal joints creaky from a century of stillness, to wipe his blade upon the crumpled form of the former thug. And then, he began to walk. He had his work cut out for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crowd protesting around the confederate monument was a hodgepodge of the most virulent strains of Social Justice Warrior. Women, or rather piles of fat and flesh with short, spiked, dyed hair screamed and cackled, their jiggling arms clutching signs denouncing nebulous "racism" and "patriarchy".
Hipsters with skinny jeans and ironic t-shirts also made up clumps, apathetically vaping, their dreads smelling of patchouli and neglect. Some of the darker denizens of the city endlessly chanted tired and uninspired slogans. A motley crew for certain, annoying passersby with accusations of privilege and racism.
Yet the din began to cease as, one by one, they turned to hear the source of a peculiar, unfamiliar sound coming from down the street.
CLANK
A morbidly obese woman with a green pixie cut craned her flabby neck...
CLANK
A woman in a headscarf lowered her black power fist and stopped yelling at a father and his child and turned around...
CLANK
A skinny white male reached his tattooed hand up to remove his false glasses, sure that his eyes were deceiving him...
CLANK
CLANK
CLANK
The noise stopped, and they stood, spellbound, as the figure that should not be towered over them. There was only silence from the crowd now. No chants, no shouts, just the sound of sirens in the distance and the constant hum of the interstate. The figure stared down at the ones who wished to bring him down from his lofty perch of ages. He frowned, perplexed at this curious assemblage of humanity. And then the silence broke, with a trigglypuff hurling her big gulp at him and screaming "frick YOU SHITLORD!"
The styrofoam cup exploded against his metal chest, sending streams of orange soda splashing to the ground.
He cricked his neck twice, back and forth, as the hambeast continued to scream at him. Then, in one swift motion, he plunged his sword into her gaping maw mid-shriek and silenced the horrid noise. His blade stuck out the back of her fat head, bits of blood and brain clinging to it. The crowd stared, slack jawed, paralyzed by the unreal scene that had played out before them. And then the grim, grisly work began.
This post was edited on 4/4/17 at 2:56 pm
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:49 pm to StrongSafety
Took like 12 seconds to find the owner and his address.
This wont end well with the stupidity in that city.
This wont end well with the stupidity in that city.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:49 pm to fr33manator
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His gun came up perpendicular to the sidewalk
I think you meant to say his gun came up PARALLEL to the sidewalk.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:50 pm to fr33manator
Why would the city say they budgeting 1/3 of the only bid? I mean now some jackwagon that was going to bid $100,000 knows the city is more than happy to pay $200,000.
Outside of a couple of large bolts and nuts, and renting a large crane, how hard of a job is this? I mean seems pretty dang simple if you are in the stature moving business.
I'd think you could do it for an easy $20,000 the rest is profit$$$.
Outside of a couple of large bolts and nuts, and renting a large crane, how hard of a job is this? I mean seems pretty dang simple if you are in the stature moving business.
I'd think you could do it for an easy $20,000 the rest is profit$$$.
Posted on 4/4/17 at 2:52 pm to kengel2
Yep, I am going to venture to say in a few weeks this bid will be withdrawn. I know the CEO of the last company that was awarded the contract personally and the shitstorm coming this guy's way will not be fun for the owner of a 5-9 person business.
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