The State of the State

Tomorrow (Monday), the Oklahoma Legislature reconvenes and Governor Brad, Yes-I-Kicked-Ernie's-Butt-Bad Henry delivers his annual State of the State address.

Here's my prediction about the content of this speech:

•Henry will talk about state growth, saying we're growing, but we need to be careful with revenue. The plan-for-the-future, thingy.

•He'll talk about the importance for education and permanent funding for OHLAP...expect statistics.

•He'll talk about the importance of bipartisanship and working together to solve the state's problems.

•He'll talk bout the need to reduce the cost of corrections; using alternatives to incaceration.

•He could mention the recent ice storms and talk about people's hard work thorough them and his request for disaster funds.

•He'll talk about jobs and the economy and what we need to do to keep our economic engine running.

•He might mention oil and gas, who knows.

Come noon tomorrow, we'll all find out.

— MSC

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