We see Alliance and Hillwood up there in the northwest quadrant, with reason to sweat bullets over the southern Dallas inland port. Right beneath us, it's downtown party-time at the W—all the hoopla and action and glitz of the Hillwood Victory development, mayor and council members sipping at the bowl. And then down there to the south, where our political leaders ought to be on bended knee thanking Richard Allen for being born, they're throwing sticks in his spokes.
For one reason or another, everything is working out splendidly for the Perots in terms of those big political shapes, and nothing is working out for southern Dallas.
I think you get the picture. It's an old picture. Very old. Very sick. On second thought, hand me back that damn barf bag.