In the letter Doig says he's going to pull the development from Oshkosh if conditions set by his attorney are not met. How much more of this nonsense will the Common Council take before they finally pull the plug on this project?
Below are the lyrics to "Dear Jackson," fictitiously written from Doig to Kinney and sung to the tune of the Beatles' "Dear Prudence":
Dear Jackson, won’t you pay out to play
Dear Jackson, greet the brand new direct pay
The condo’s not up, C.D. Smith is blue
TIFs are beautiful or so says you
Dear Jackson won't you pay out to play
Dear Jackson open up your eyes
Dear Jackson see the term sheet lies
The Council is low the bloggers will sing
that you are part of everything
Dear Jackson won't you open up your eyes?
Let me break ground ground
Let me break ground ground ground
Let me break ground
Dear Jackson read my letter and get riled
Dear Jackson I'm like a little child
The banks will be a royal pain
So let me see you get riled again
Dear Jackson won't you let me see you riled?
Dear Jackson, won’t you pay out to play
Dear Jackson, greet the brand new direct pay
The condo’s not up, C.D. Smith is blue
TIFs are beautiful or so says you
Dear Jackson won't you pay out to play
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