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Go figure!

I-35 is the great north-south highway running from Duluth to Mexico,
not missing a single tornado along the way.  In the Twin Cities, it divides,
going through both downtowns Minneapolis and St. Paul before
reconnecting again on the other side.

On the Minneapolis side, 35-W makes a snaky double-curve,
quite like a country road to a section corner needing to adjust
for putting square road grids down on a global surface.  Right there,
at the double-S, Highway 62 has been wandering through the
spaghetti patch.  It made for a perfect traffic mess.













Politicians and traffic engineers, though, just what to do:  rebuild it.

Governor Pawlenty had a splendid idea!  Tiny Tim does not believe
in big government spending--he believes in borrowing the money
and letting somebody else figure it out, later--so he proposed that
the private contractors who wanted to bid on the huge job should
put up their own money to finance the job, and get paid later.

Wow!  He is smart!  The contractors are smarter:  nobody bid.

Today, the huge intersection is completely rebuilt, as such public
projects usually are, with taxpayer money, and the public is happy!
Our newspapers are resplendent with how good the intersection
is working, how beautiful it is, how much time is saved and how
few nerves are frayed getting north-south, and east-west.

We hate taxes.
Government is too big.
Private firms are better than public projects.
Throw the bastards out!
Why didn't they do this years ago?
Somebody should fix the schools, too.

Go figure!

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