Jesus would be ashamed of the words you utter, Mr. Tornquist

NIT Opinion –

Every time Scott Tornquist tells a lie, an angel loses it’s wings.

If that’s true, there’s a whole lot of crawling going on up in heaven.

OK, maybe Scott Tornquist didn’t outright lie when he said that the idea of diminishing the Human Rights Commission from 9 members to 5 came from the commission itself. It’s true, that months ago, the commission did vote or come to the conclusion that 5 members would be better than 9. Their reasons seemed plausible. Mostly, the commission could not reach a quorum at their meetings (you need a majority of commissioners to attend a meeting in order to vote on any agenda item.)

As a staunch Christian who loves Jesus with all his heart and soul, supposedly, and a robot-like intellect, Mr. Tornquist should be able to decipher the difference between a lie and a distortion of the truth. In the eyes of Jesus, they are the same thing: Just a lie, which the Bible forbids. But maybe that’s simply an inconvenient reality for Mr. Tornquist, for he knows, if he goes to church Sunday he can just ask for forgiveness for misleading the people of Mason City, and Jesus will forgive him.  It’s like the lie never happened.

The real truth, the truth Jesus would have wanted Mr. Tornquist to speak of, is that this commission is a fraud. If Jesus walked into a Mason City Human Rights Commission meeting, he would violently overturn the tables and warn the imposters in the room that their greed and deceit might punch them a one way ticket to the Great Lake of Fire, that same luxury resort that keeps Mr. Tornquist awake at night clutching his crucifix, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begs for forgiveness.

Jesus would have lectured Mr. Tornquist that the commission made the decision to be complicit in the further destruction of the Human Rights agency, yes, but that the commissioners themselves were appointed by the Great Mephistopheles Himself, Eric Bookmeyer, and that the council then gleefully approved all of them. These Disciples of Big Business most certainly have a hate and disdain for the common man, the down-and-out, the troubled, the socially and politically disconnected, the single mom who can’t afford to send twenty bucks to Mr. Bookmeyer’s political campaigns and is therefore a worthless second-class citizen. The commission is acting in concert with Mr. Bookmeyer and his city council. When the commission acts, you can be certain it was well-rehearsed previously and approved by the puppet master, Mr. Bookmeyer.

Jesus might also remind Mr. Tornquist that the commission couldn’t get a quorum at most of its meetings because the commissioners were not showing up.  Mr. Bookmeyer certainly choose dedicated public servants.  So dedicated, in fact, that they thought it would be appropriate to charge ten bucks to attend an under-publicized sham of a Human Rights symposium tucked away in the third floor of the rat’s nest they call the North Iowa Commerce Center.  The commission was, no doubt, smart to cannibalize itself since it literally has nothing to do now that it no longer investigates Human Rights cases.  It also does no intake of cases.  All that’s left for the commission to do now is, once every quarter, hold a dog and pony show where Human Rights are “discussed” or “presented”.  It matters not who attends, or if anyone attends; they just need to conduct their “outreach”, which shields them, they feel, from criticism and wipes away the filth of their sins.  The commission can stock its resume with these events and build the appearance of having a care about these matters and more successfully defend itself from critics.

Jesus would whisper into Mr. Tornquist’s ear that in reality, the idea behind all this is to quietly put the Human Rights Agency to sleep.  The job given to Eric Bookmeyer in 2009 was to guide the Human Rights Agency into a warm bath like a sick patient, give it some sleeping pills, and then slit its wrists.  Death would soon follow, and the dollar slaves could then run rampant and trample those in their way.  Big business could get done, big landlords would no longer be hassled.  The people be damned, while the likes of Mr. Bookmeyer and Mr. Tornquist roam free like rabid pit bulls to victimize anyone in their path.

This is why the Great Defender of the People, Matt Marquardt, ventured into the rat’s nest last month.  He entered the den of thieves and pretenders at 9 North Federal Avenue to engage the enemies of common sense, human dignity, the Golden Rule.  What ensued was a nasty battle of wills and intelligence between Marquardt and these treacherous, cowardly trolls.  Yes, the vermin did all they could to bring Mason City’s Jedi Knight down.  Things got ugly.  But he held his own, his connection to the Force too powerful to be broken or tempted, and proved just how corrupt and rotten the system is in Mason City.  Jesus would have been proud.