Monday, March 2, 2015
Where is his head at - up his rear?
So, Gracie, you could tell lies, repeat your
inanities, puke all you want, but who cares!
So go the words to a well loved song and so go the words here in the Village, and I hate to break it to the pompous one, but it has nothing to do with ego or disruption or anything else other than the paranoia of a sick and broken man.
The only other explanation for the rant that was presented to us as "The President's Report" is the even more scary thought than having a lunatic as our president. That is if the president is a lunatic Fascist, a contention I have made before.
You see, the problem is simple. The Grand Poohbah cannot control an ever increasing opposition towards himself and his cronies and against the shenanigans he pulls all the while claiming to do so for the benefit of the residents.
Think back to the movies of our youth, one where the wise Indian chief would stand with his arms crossed, look sadly at the bad guy, and solemnly intone, "Man has forked tongue." Well, we need that Native American chief here in CV as the Grand Poohbah is a man with forked tongue.
We saw this behavior with the term limits last year when the Grand Poohbah was third time lucky as he had an assembly composed mainly of his zombie delegates and good soldiers .
For years we have been saying that we need to update our by laws. $30,000 was allotted to pay a lawyer for this, Mark Friedman being the lawyer. And then a big nothing, just double talk, evil grins from the dictator on lunacy row, but no practical suggestions, no statement of progress, just a big black hole of nothingness.