I have learned that politics is its own special elitist gig,
fueled by those who have no clue of just what merit means.
Gone is the American Spirit of hard work, experience, loyalty, and
wisdom.
No, I take that back, it still exists but in alarmingly
diminishing numbers. Take those who helped me in my campaign for
mayor.
From the onset I informed these people that I would not be giving
favors. I strongly feel and still do, that these favors are not
mine to give, not under the guise as public servant.
My little band of merry men and women accepted this fact, and
threw themselves wholeheartedly behind me in my quest for the
right thing. After all for me “It’s All About Right(s)”, and
always will be.
Government is not like your own little company where the object is
to make lots of money and get ahead. Local government is not like
your own little company where criminal strong-arming tactics are
acceptable.
The job description of the mayor of a municipality is to make sure
government serves the people exclusively. Government has no other
reason to exist, than to perform this entrusted duty.
The last six years have not been in the best interest of all the
people. They have only fulfilled the gimme, inexperienced,
get-ahead-at-any-cost applicants because they knew exactly where
to place their lips – errrr, I mean, their application.
What was witnessed and overheard at every polling place, Election
2005 was the new batch of applicants supposedly on the fast track.
Some were police wannabes. Some were fire wannabes. Then there was
the thug contingency, which boasted, boisterously about
destroying, then taking my signs and throwing them in the woods. I
am not sure what they will be applying for?
The one thing these boys had in common was the aptness of shooting
off their big mouths and throwing in their foot in at the same
time, all the while their big fat head getting in the way.
What is it about a political appointment that makes these
individual think it is a free pass to commence breaking all the
rules.
Now we know that this was the Pollard criterion for employment.
We are now reaping the rewards of this strategy, with increased
crime, accidents and just miserable journeys to get from one place
to another without enduring untimely delays due to skewed traffic
studies, all in the name of development.
A Ruse by any Other Name
Manzi Park Gardens! Billed throughout the campaign as Park Gardens
despite the fact the sign proudly displayed in front of the
building says, Manzi Park Gardens . Was that a typo? A Freudian
slip?
I have always wondered if the City of Methuen pays for the
privilege, of this entirely subsidized by your tax dollars,
building to host precincts 4 & 5.
The time I spent with my campaign workers down at Manzi Gardens
was a real nail bitter, wondering if someone was going to take
down the telephone pole at the north edge of the driveway.
The Precinct Enforcer
Dotty Kahlil was stationed at the Marsh, her intent was previously
declared on Radio 1490 WCCM CrossOver, holding a sign for Billy.
She proudly accosted me on my rounds to bring cheer and
sustenance, informing me that she had reported my sign holders for
leaving signs unattended.
I graciously thanked her for being so terribly cognizant of the
rules and making sure they were enforced to the letter.
And Dotty you will be real proud of me, because thereafter, I made
sure that everybody was following the rules and dutifully reported
my opponent’s supporters for breaking the very same rule at Manzi
Gardens and Tenney. Justice for all!
And by the way, I will be most happy to keep you informed of the
progress on those parcels of land owned by your sons. You stated
on CrossOver you had no idea of what they were doing. Rest assured
I will keep you abreast as well as the other Methuenites on just
what supporting a candidate gets you.
Tax Free Salem , New Hampshire
My loyal sign holders, some of which languished for the entire 12
hours were amazed at how many people from New Hampshire drove down
to vote and there was only one person in the car. And loyal
readers, no matter how you try to explain this anomaly it’s BAD.
Good Olde Boys
It was also noted all the pick-up trucks, one guy, close cropped
hair cut, speeding in at the last minute to vote.
Odd Couple
One story that had me rolling in the aisles was my opponent’s good
old boy holding a sign, whining about the fact that his taxes had
gone through the roof; his house appraisal had gone crazy, the
town had become crowded in the last couple of years. The part that
had me in hysterics was he was telling this to a developer!
Sly Dawwg
It has come to my attention that our very own Deputy Dawwg Alaimo
moonlights as a pollster. He was going around the station asking
each and every employee of the police department just who there
were going to vote for.
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