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A little note to my colleagues, who are now whooping it up in Sin City: With you out of the picture, I have become the coolest person in the editorial office. Sure, it was only for a day, and that day is now over, and the only conceivable way I could achieve such a stature is by everyone but me leaving, but I’m going to savor this. By writing yet another geeky post about a terribly arcane local political issue. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. And no, Steve, I can’t hear your fake snoring sounds—you’re a thousand miles away.
Something else Sam Adams revealed this afternoon: He has four sponsors for his proposed reform to the city’s 2.2 percent Business License Fee, which will reduce fees for small businesses. In case you don’t have a calculator handy, that gives him a comfortable majority at city council, with only Randy Leonard expected to vote no.

The BLF reform makes it so that small businesses making less than $50,000 a year don’t have to pay a dime (currently, the minimum is $25,000). And business owners will now be able to deduct $80,000 per year for their own income, an increase from the current $60,000. It’ll be a phased-in five-year reform, ultimately raising owners’ income deduction to $125,000, and forcing larger corporations who are currently only paying a $100 minimum to pay up to $1,000.
It doesn’t come without drawbacks, though. The reform will cost the city $3 million from the general fund, which is why Leonard is opposed. He’s proposing—again—a cell phone tax to make up for the lost revenue. Adams will present the reform at this Thursday’s council meeting, sharing space with the Charter Review Commission report.
That is all. You may now return to posts about shoes, video games, and Matt Davis’ bloodlust.
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A CELL PHONE TAX!?
FUCK THAT.
I use my cell for my job, and without it, I would lose an edge. How about cigs, liquor, something else which couldn't possibly involve fucking me over at my job?
Fuck a bitch named Leonard.