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Yep, another reason not to visit Downtown Seattle.

The restaurant pays for using the park space so the City doesn't loose revenue.

http://www.komonews.com/news/local/More ... 50211.html

$15hr raises prices on everything and this negates parking, great idea.

I have a better idea, Wall up Seattle. That way they can make all roads bike lanes and homeless can pitch tents in the side streets.

...now If we could get their votes not to count in elections it'd be win, win.

If it's walled off, then might as well make it a gun free zone, with no voting privileges outside the wall.

Can we design these walls at such a height to effectively contain mustard gas?

Do they have to pay the same hourly rate that I would have to? I bet not, that makes it a discount. Does the city have the right to discount parking for special people? Fuck Seattle.

War on cars.

My bottom hourly dollar went up, but getting noticeably less tipage. Worse for me now.

I just heard yeaterday that the city is getting rid of more street parking so restraunts can rent the spaces out for dinning customers. When the spots are not used by restaurants they will be used for people to sit and enjoy the city like its a park. Not a parking spot. The mayor wants to get rid of people with cars. This is not Europe!!

we need to start dropping those "stink bombs" randomly every hr

thanks to mayor fucktard not everyone can ride the bus, train or bike to get to work.

maybe stuff like this will help otherwise blinded Seattle-ites to vote our their council/mayor

joao01 wrote:maybe stuff like this will help otherwise blinded Seattle-ites to vote our their council/mayor

Fat chance, those people like that kind of shit....they wish the whole city would get that Euro sipping tea kind of feeling.

You know, kinda like France is portrayed in the movies.

Street vendors selling vegetables and fresh flowers while pastry shops bake their tasteless hard cookies that they'll dip in their tea while sitting in a fresh air Bistro watching people with nothing to do but ride their bikes with the baskets laden with breads in the sunshine with soft tinkly music of wind chimes and someone in the distance practicing the bassoon in the cool afternoon air.

A Fucking Car-less Paradise.