I was wrong when I said that Mr. Big was coming to Bells Corners to offer some sort of apology to the community (or at least throw us a bone in the form of some funding for the skateboard park). Nope, all we got was a boring self-laudatory political speech that didn’t mention a single Bells Corners issue.
Jim is a great public speaker when he wants to be, but a small audience of Westcliffers obviously didn’t inspire him to bring his A game. He did not come bearing gifts, unless you count the pack of
handlers fartcatchers wannabe politicians taxpayer-funded ‘aides’ who follow politicians around wherever they go. (Rick, with his paltry $233,874-a-year office budget, only gets to hire 4 or 5 staffers, while Jim’s $778,000 allowance gets him both more and better minions.)
It had become crystal clear that most residents and businesses were opposed to Rick’s strip renaming folly, even while the councillor falsely claimed that he had consulted the residents, the businesses, the Bells Corners community associations, (even John Robertson’s great-great-grandson!) and EVERYBODY was delighted to blow hundreds of thousands of dollars to make businesses and residents pay for changing their addresses so that the strip could be renamed for a Liberal politician.
After the councillor backed down and proposed a sneaky “compromise” the mayor had a choice – support the Bells Corners community or hold his nose and support Rick’s arrogance?
Backroom political deals or accountable democracy – guess what Jim chose?
Politicians count on people to forget, they count on apathy, they count on their six-figure spin doctors to bamboozle average joes/jills, they count on their the big-money boys/girls who finance their war chests, so it really wasn’t a hard choice for our Liberal mayor.
Plus, by saving Rick’s butt, he racks up a BIG IOU – Rick owes him big-time.
I guess politics means never having to say you’re sorry – Rick didn’t apologize for all the whoppers he told and Jim won’t apologize for betraying Bells Corners.
I may have been banned from the meeting, but an agent in disguise managed to smuggle in a tiny camera hidden in his boutonniere, so the gentle reader can look forward to a full report on the shenanigans that went on both inside and outside of the Westcliffe community building.