An Ode to Municipal WiFi - inspired by Paul Kedrosky
Lyle Lanley: Well, sir, there's nothing on earth
Like a genuine,
Bona fide,
Monopolified,
Municipal
Wi-Fi!
What'd I say?
Ned Flanders: Wi-Fi!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
Patty+Selma: Wi-Fi!
Lyle Lanley: That's right! Wi-Fi!
[crowd chants `Wi-Fi' softly and rhythmically]
Miss Hoover: I hear those things are a luxury...
Lyle Lanley: Like telephones and cable TV.
Apu: Is there a chance taxes would escalate?
Lyle Lanley: Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?
Lyle Lanley: You'll be given cushy jobs.
Abe: Were you sent here by the devil?
Lyle Lanley: No, good sir, I'm on the level.
Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can.
Lyle Lanley: Take my pen knife, my good man.
I swear it's Springfield's only choice...
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
All: Wi-Fi!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
All: Wi-Fi!
Lyle Lanley: Once again...
All: Wi-Fi!
Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken...
Bart: Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!
All: Wi-Fi!
Wi-Fi!
Wi-Fi!
[big finish]
Wi-Fi!
Skepticism about municipal wifi is growing again, and this time it's more than just technologists and policy wonks. Now we have people inside recent roll-outs who aren't happy with the results, prices -- and I did I mention incumbent broadband providers are also responding?The Muni Wi-Fi Song (With Apologies to The Simpsons)
Lyle Lanley: Well, sir, there's nothing on earth
Like a genuine,
Bona fide,
Monopolified,
Municipal
Wi-Fi!
What'd I say?
Ned Flanders: Wi-Fi!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
Patty+Selma: Wi-Fi!
Lyle Lanley: That's right! Wi-Fi!
[crowd chants `Wi-Fi' softly and rhythmically]
Miss Hoover: I hear those things are a luxury...
Lyle Lanley: Like telephones and cable TV.
Apu: Is there a chance taxes would escalate?
Lyle Lanley: Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?
Lyle Lanley: You'll be given cushy jobs.
Abe: Were you sent here by the devil?
Lyle Lanley: No, good sir, I'm on the level.
Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can.
Lyle Lanley: Take my pen knife, my good man.
I swear it's Springfield's only choice...
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
All: Wi-Fi!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
All: Wi-Fi!
Lyle Lanley: Once again...
All: Wi-Fi!
Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken...
Bart: Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!
All: Wi-Fi!
Wi-Fi!
Wi-Fi!
[big finish]
Wi-Fi!