Monday, October 26, 2015
Learning To Read
-Federal
Government actually wants to move offices to our little hick town! Jobs!
-And?
-Our Senator
“Government-Waste” against it at the top of his lungs! His “statement” goes on
detailing the additional fraud and abuse of the particular department. Thus, lots
of face-time on all the networks, too. Bottom line: no chance! His Crusade! Against US now!
-A shame
because we could use those positions. Just about a gray depression here!
-Yeah, whole
town’s color of suet.
-Whatta crumb!
-But, well…that’s
not the way I read it. So…final, I mean. I actually read “I’m ultimately okay
with it…if my nephews and nieces get jobs.”
-Reading…is
an art, then? Even though it can go quite slow.
-You can never
really really perfect it in one lifetime.
-So…when can
the new offices open?
-When he gets
back here to cut the ribbon.
-Family can
help him do that.
-Nothing is
more probable!
Labels: local politics, Nepotism, political wisdom, reading
Friday, March 22, 2013
Genesis
Scoreless committees
and their like before
serving Senate or House.
Handling solid waste
or neighborhood stinks
back then, political individuals
have anyway paid their dues.
The corridors of power being flanked
by many a boring alcove--even
presently–-they deserve our thanks.
You bring up stealing,
your obsession. And a stretch.
Let's say a perk is seldom missed,
and not a few invented. Edisons
in the majority.
Labels: committee, House, local politics, perk, politics, senate, stealing
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Departure Modes
“Professor” Angelo determines to die like Otho in some way. Noble Roman Emperor Style.
But a safe flattens him to Market Street on his way to buy a Daily News. Cable broke.
Crane company’s owner is mayor‘s brother, but mayor
acknowledges such in insisting on full investigation.
Lippy, of Lippy’s Dugout, clicks off remote at that point. “And the farmer took another load away!”
Labels: death, local politics, Otho, Roman emperor
Monday, November 19, 2012
Crude Show
How the law clerks adored
this appeal! It being dense
yet blubbery--
howlingly funny,
save for intriguing
metaphysical leaps.
His Honor demanded
concision from them–-plus
thumbs up on this plea. They
comported, and he ordered
the prisoner released upon their
recasting of the original evidence.
All in graves a good while now,
student historian sniffs bribe to judge.
Prof informs him cease--how just
reflective of that time and done
to media death aiding tinpot reformers
since. Payola aplenty adorns
contemporary politics, he avers,
though, yes, a ballet by comparison.
How the law clerks adored
this appeal! It being dense
yet blubbery--
howlingly funny,
save for intriguing
metaphysical leaps.
His Honor demanded
concision from them–-plus
thumbs up on this plea. They
comported, and he ordered
the prisoner released upon their
recasting of the original evidence.
All in graves a good while now,
student historian sniffs bribe to judge.
Prof informs him cease--how just
reflective of that time and done
to media death aiding tinpot reformers
since. Payola aplenty adorns
contemporary politics, he avers,
though, yes, a ballet by comparison.
Labels: bribery, local politics, political history, political reform
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Inner Fires
At One AM, the moderator--
requested from another town--
announced discussion
closed. Good thing for all
of us had little breath left.
He saw no compromise path
and scheduled a vote
the following week.
That night a landslide
carried away the upper village.
A few day later I happened to meet an
agreeable party at the mud-splattered list
of deceased posted by the town clerk.
Soon, he was pounding my back, most
of the dead on their side: "We've won!"
Labels: local politics
