For all of Louisville’s short-comings and inadequacies (i.e. Derby), at least we’ve survived the fate of nearby Lexington, whose entrenched good old boy network has affected their mayor’s brain like an acute syphilis infection and resulted in a downtown that’s had more trouble finding itself than Dustin Hoffman in “Rain Man.”
Like any good story of corruption and gross incompetence, though, the story of Lexington’s CentrePointe debacle is long, convulted, and full of shady deals. We haven’t the time to regale you with it, but if we did we’d tell you that they’ve basically sold their urban core to a handful of fake-tan wearing shysters and uber-tanned Arab financiers who plan on keeping the contentious city block razed and devoid of life for all eternity. Once the Rapture arrives they’ll build a mega-hotel/condo/whites-only restaurant upon the pit and call it Progress. Tickets will be expensive, but the Jumbrotron is free.
In typical land-locked, DIY-obsessed fashion, these poor bastards have decided to “protest” the situation by “playing” a noble game of kickball on the site. (NOTE: Nobody gets arrested because everybody’s cousins in them parts) The spectacle doesn’t last very long, but we applaud their efforts:
So say what you want about Cordish, Center City, and Mayor Abramson. At least our parks are intentional.