Posted by Euroranger on January 13, 2011
As most have probably heard, we here in The South got snow this past week. Sunday night/Monday morning to be specific or 4-5 days ago for those of you who don’t own a calendar. We got a whopping 5-6 inches of snow with a delightful sleet topping. Now, by the standards of those who were sentenced to live somewhere other than The South, this amount of snow is likely chortled at as being paltry, insignificant, a dusting. However, here in paradise it’s caused a condition known locally as Snowmageddon.
This will be a short post as I’ve only now made it into my office this week for the first time (it’s now Thursday if you haven’t located that handy calendar yet) and I must do the things that make me look busy even though there is only one other person in the building with me. That said, I simply could not resist mentioning my simple amazement at the road conditions I discovered as I drove into work this morning. I have the exceptional good fortune to live in Cherokee County, Georgia. The “exceptional good fortune” part owes in some measure to the fact that, despite my county being regarded as the first of the “hillbilly/redneck” counties north of Atlanta, we at least have the good sense to own and know how to use a snow plow. This is not the case in the ever so much more sophisticated and advanced Fulton County wherein my employer does their business and my destination this morning. I present to you the evidence of their inclement winter weather retardation:
This is Highway 92 or as it’s referred to locally, because the local governmental authorities apparently own stock in GPS and/or map making companies such that changing the name of the road every 15 feet or so makes some kind of sense to someone other than me, Woodstock Road in Roswell, GA. Roswell is one of those nice communities that sits in the northern part of the previously referenced Fulton County. Recently, a new city was formed in Fulton County against the wishes of the board of county commissioners who actually sued to stop the people of the area (now known as city) of Sandy Springs from doing so. What, you might ask, does that have to do with the picture of the unplowed road to the left? Well, it seems that for quite some time Fulton County had made it a habit of taking in the majority of their taxes from the more affluent part of the county (read: “people who work for a living”) and then spending the vast majority of those taxes on the less affluent parts of the county. In Fulton the division between the taxed folk and the ones consuming the taxes ran roughly north to south geographically. Highway 92 pictured at the left is very much in the northern part of the county. Anyway, the people of Sandy Springs (also coincidentally, in the northern part) got pretty fed up with being taxed out the ass by the county and getting very little in terms of government services in return while the county built pools, community centers, libraries, free medical clinics and so forth in the southern part of the county. Naturally those same people tried to address their concerns to their elected county officials who pretty much told them to go pound sand and oh keep paying your taxes so we can redistribute your wealth. Unfortunately the acoustics in the county board’s meeting room meant that those same people didn’t hear that but heard instead “hey, if you form your own city then the county can’t tax you”. They found this message much more to their liking and so they did go off and do just that, the county pitched a fit because they saw their cash cow strolling out of the barn and, rather than actually address the obvious inequities they’d been subjecting these folks to they decided instead to sue them (read: “piss away even more tax dollars”). Naturally, their lawsuit had almost zero legal foundation to rest upon and was motivated only by their desire to continue to have carte blanche to legally rob some of their residents. The lawsuit failed, the people formed their city and Fulton County lost access to one of their favorite ATMs. Beginning to see where I’m going with this yet? If not, let me spell it out a lot more clearly: this is a major 6 lane road running east/west across the northern part of the county. That picture was taken 5 days after snow fell on it. FIVE DAYS. As of my morning drive today, it has yet to have seen a snow plow. The folks I work for have staff who rely upon this road for their access to their jobs. As I write this at my desk, I’m one of only 2 employees who made it in today…and there are normally 20 people here. I’m sure this business will receive their annual tax bill from the county shortly and they’ll be expected to pony up what’s likely to be a ridiculous amount of money for the privilege of basing their company in lovely Fulton County, Georgia.
If I were one of the owners, I’d be pretty pissed off right about now. This is 4 days where their business has done zero work and all because of the state of the surrounding roads. Other neighboring and decidedly less affluent counties have taken care of the same (or worse) problem. Not Fulton County.
By contrast, the roads in my hillbilly/redneck home county of Cherokee are plowed curb to curb. I even encountered a plow truck just last evening heading into our subdivision’s main 2 lane road and that road had already been plowed. We passed him again about 20 minutes later as we headed back home and he was headed out…presumably because he couldn’t find a road that needed plowing. Are the residential streets plowed where I live? No. But then again, an inconvenient drive of a few hundred yards is nothing if the main road is clean and safe to drive on when you get to it.
Apparently Fulton County’s master plan for removing the ridiculous amounts of treacherous ice they’ve allowed to form on the roads due to their decision to not plow them is to wait for warmer weather…or Spring. Whichever comes first. No plows, no sand trucks, no salt. Nothing…at least on this northern county road. Great job Fulton County! Maybe you can sue the weatherman!
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