January 18, 2012
I watched the city council meeting last night, it was like reading a novel where you already knew the ending. Not much fun and none of the back and forth, the give and take of the last council. I predict the viewer ship will drop drastically. Due diligence will be a distant memory.
I listened to the mayor’s state of the city address, to me most of it sounded like dribble from a guy wanting to sell me a siding job. I also saw with my own eyes evidence that copious amounts of beer will double your bulk between last year’s empty promises and this year’s.
Next came Willett, a guy who speaks in short sound bites, pauses long enough between sentences to see if people are buying into what he’s saying, then moves onward, safe in knowing Max Weaver is not in the seat near the podium to bring forth the truth meter.
If there was a behavioral expert in the audience they would have had sufficient grounds to arrest both Mr. 12-pack and his puppet that sniffs out projects for people he likes, on grounds of extreme exaggeration. One of the advantages of this new council is that you can miss several sessions and be safe in the knowledge of knowing you really didn’t miss anything.
The Globe, continuing on the path of predictability, sprinkled powdered sugar on everything that was said or implied or might of been merely an unspoken thought…