In 2013, for the first time in Dig history, we threw our support behind a political candidate, Marty Walsh for mayor of Boston. We were the only citywide paper that endorsed him … and he won. The next day, Walsh stopped by our loft and talked to every single person in the office. It was an important and impressive moment for us, and we soaked it up.
Unfortunately, almost three years later, it appears we were the ones who got soaked. If you start from the top and work down the list, you’ll find he’s been a bust. Housing is more expensive and definitely more scarce than ever before. Corporations are getting new and exciting tax breaks and preferred status under some dumb trickle-down ideology we long ago threw away with our belief in Bigfoot. GE? FU!
Walsh was also a champion of a new kind of 24-hour Boston, which turned out to be another empty promise. The MBTA still closes before most bars close, and there’s little hope on the horizon. Finally, the mayor has capitulated to the draconian drug warriors and pounded his chest against the progress of medical and now recreational marijuana, and in doing so has ignored the will of countless people who voted in favor of the law and put him into office. We bought it all, hook, line, and sinker. Shame on you, Mayor Olympics, but more to my point, shame on us.
As we slog deeper into our Year of Electionshitcrap, think about that and what the candidates are currently saying to you so they can convince you to vote for them, as opposed to what you hope they really mean and will actually do. Because they will likely never be congruent. What they’re saying is pure bullshit. Depressing, isn’t it?
Jeff Lawrence, DigBoston Publisher + Editor
OH, CRUEL WORLD
I refuse to acknowledge your name because it seems ALL you care about is seeing your name everywhere. Congratulations! Mission accomplished! You are famous, or should I say infamous, but not in the B.I.G. kind of way. He had talent. Nobody likes you. You’re fucking clueless. You clearly believe there is no such thing as bad publicity. That just puts you in the same category as Justin Bieber and Vanilla Ice. A blowhard. A trainwreck. You will be remembered, sure, but not as the second coming. That’s something though, right?