Rabble rousing on a local level

One more straw: Warren Cracking Down on Street Basketball… apparently we now have a terrible law enforcement issue in that young people are putting portable basketball hoops in the neighborhood streets and … playing basketball. Traffic may be impeded! Noise may be made! This is an outrage!

You know what the outrage really is? How the city government has, over the last few years, passed laws repeatedly that limit what people may do in Warren. This year they revised the noise ordinance so that “quiet hours” are now from 10 p.m. to 8 a.m.; formerly they were 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. They’ve changed the ordinance governing lawn maintenance, so that grass must be no higher than six inches, instead of nine as it was just a few years ago. It is no longer acceptable to use a portable metal fire pit, as my friend Leslie used to have for wood fires when she lived here in the early part of the decade. The last three to five years have seen a continual effort on the city council to over-regulate the residents.

None of these efforts is making Warren a more desirable place to live. People are not moving into the city; the population has been declining for years. It’s not enticing new economic development in the city. Aside from the mayor’s hare-brained scheme to entice General Motors to move its world headquarters from Detroit to Warren, there’s been virtually nothing done in the way of economic development during his administration.

You hear a lot of people complaining about rumors of what the President Obama might do that will restrict the rights of citizens. I submit we have to look at all levels of government to understand the full weight of all the restrictions. I have no problems with federally mandated improvements in auto gas mileage. But the picky little things imposed by local officials make me want to dump tea in a harbor somewhere.


About songdogmi

I'm a longhaired almost-hippie stuck in the inner suburbs of a major rust-belt metropolis who's thoughtful, creative, and kind of geeky. In exchange for a paycheck I run around in a cubicle maze most days. When I escape, I play music, hang out in coffee houses, dink around on the computer, take naps, and think I should be off in the woods somewhere. Every once in a while I get in my car and drive far, far away, though I've always come back so far.
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