Not until Max Weaver was gone from that council table did this population realize his true worth. With that seat at the table, Weaver would have had the authority to probe and question much more throughly and effectively this Prestage debacle … it might not have been blown to the preposterous (and disastrous) conclusions it came to.
Even relegated to merely standing in the back of the council chambers with a scant 5 minutes to rally the troops, Max Weaver led a citizen’s coalition against the piggers like Patton led his troops across the Rhine against the dreaded Nazis. He organized his followers in meeting rooms at the Public Library, rooms that he paid for. He formulated a strategic attack which focused on the 5 minute allotment at the podium … 5 minute increments that made Bookmeyer and his egregious henchmen sweat bullets time after time. He informed his legions as to what to say and what not to say in order to reach into each council person’s very soul. The first no vote came from the tender heart of Alex Kuhn…. Max’s plan was capturing ground on enemy territory, like doughboys storming into Belgium… the council room itself the very lair of the Red Werewolf.
Weaver’s phone rang non-stop late into the night, the calls were from desperate residents who worried about their home’s value, the health of their children. They worried about the sickness that would come and how their children would deal with this unimaginable assault by an army of hog slaughterer’s in a mammoth Pig Auschwitz. Crowds gathered at his garden to seek the advice from this bearded man, who is like a holy figure dressed in clothes full of holes….they waited anxiously for him to speak. Those standing in front of him were the very people who did not vote from him but now they were ready to follow him into the hell of battle, facing a demon in a corner office with too much power.
Max Weaver is the counter balance to everything Bookmeyer has become; a raving lunatic drunk with power, a puppet master who uses fear and coercion to bully those he deems weak, unworthy, somehow beneath him. In contrast, Weaver truly loves this community; Bookmeyer followed his wife here because it’s where her job took her. He is a bored man obsessed with himself and a career that never came to be, who oversteps his authority everyday he walks into City Hall. He is supposed to govern from a “weak mayoral” position as stated in the city codes. Our honorable City Administrator and five council members have stepped aside to allow him to run roughshod over this little town. In other words, Mr. Trout is supposed to be in charge, working under the council, with Bookmeyer a ceremonial ribbon-cutter.
Weaver is better informed about city law than anyone now sitting at that council table, where he is sorely needed; he is more concerned about the rights of the working man than any of them. But Max’s people sometimes don’t vote and that is what Bookmeyer and those that put him in power are counting on. You, the voters, can and must be the silver bullet that puts the Werewolf out to pasture.
Peter Children, Mason City Ward 4
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