The Alberton Papers #6 by Dick Darne
Do not forget that every people deserves the regime it is willing to endure!"
Leaflet of The White Rose SocietyMunich, Germany, 1943
A skunk is still a skunk even if his tail happens to be pointed away from you for a while.
Steven C. Day, author,
"Last Chance Democracy Café’
Today’s topic is about things that smell. Of course not everything literally smells, like a real skunk. I once was on the receiving end of a "polecat". Aside from being socially unacceptable for a while, there was no lasting damage. Other things that smell in the figurative sense usually occur during social intercourse. Shady dealings by public officials from the highest levels of our federal government right down the "good old boy network" in Podunk Corners, Anywhere, USA
Some strange aromas emanating from the epicenter of Alberton, suspicious happenings, overshadowing overt acts. Here in Alberton, an official, genuine muckity muck from the United States of America Census Bureau, (yes that’s right, the guys who count everybody every ten years, last in 2000, next in 2010, this is 2006), shows up to count Mayor Joe Hanson and verify that he lives here. He was here when I arrived in 1979 , 3 censuses (or is that censii) ago. I know Joe is regionally famous and wildly popular, but I didn’t know they knew him back in D.C. I can’t imagine why anyone would call in the cenS.S.us bureau, can you? Another event that probes the threshold of the smell test is the "employee of the employee of the employee. Now while it was proven conclusively in a song that it is possible for one to be ones own grandpaw, lets look at this carefully. Our clerk is our employee. One who works for the clerk is her employee, who is a council member, who advocated and voted to spend public funds to send her to clerks school. Maybe she will get sent to coffee school. Maybe I’m getting senile, but my sense of smell still detects an odor. At the least, IT JUST DON"T LOOK GOOD! Loyalties have their place, as a public servant, the public comes first. Even if the act is the right thing to do, if it doesn’t look good, don’t do it. Some final thoughts: Things that have only a mildly unpleasant redolence have a way of sneaking up on you, akin to boiling a frog. Work expands to fill the time available. If you let it be known how much you have to spend, guess how much the bill will be. If you keep doing the same thing over and over and keep expecting a different outcome, then that is insanity. Dick Darne Copies of all alberton papers available by e-mail:
aldermandarne@hotmail.com 722-4575 3-10-06
Do not forget that every people deserves the regime it is willing to endure!"
Leaflet of The White Rose SocietyMunich, Germany, 1943
A skunk is still a skunk even if his tail happens to be pointed away from you for a while.
Steven C. Day, author,
"Last Chance Democracy Café’
Today’s topic is about things that smell. Of course not everything literally smells, like a real skunk. I once was on the receiving end of a "polecat". Aside from being socially unacceptable for a while, there was no lasting damage. Other things that smell in the figurative sense usually occur during social intercourse. Shady dealings by public officials from the highest levels of our federal government right down the "good old boy network" in Podunk Corners, Anywhere, USA
Some strange aromas emanating from the epicenter of Alberton, suspicious happenings, overshadowing overt acts. Here in Alberton, an official, genuine muckity muck from the United States of America Census Bureau, (yes that’s right, the guys who count everybody every ten years, last in 2000, next in 2010, this is 2006), shows up to count Mayor Joe Hanson and verify that he lives here. He was here when I arrived in 1979 , 3 censuses (or is that censii) ago. I know Joe is regionally famous and wildly popular, but I didn’t know they knew him back in D.C. I can’t imagine why anyone would call in the cenS.S.us bureau, can you? Another event that probes the threshold of the smell test is the "employee of the employee of the employee. Now while it was proven conclusively in a song that it is possible for one to be ones own grandpaw, lets look at this carefully. Our clerk is our employee. One who works for the clerk is her employee, who is a council member, who advocated and voted to spend public funds to send her to clerks school. Maybe she will get sent to coffee school. Maybe I’m getting senile, but my sense of smell still detects an odor. At the least, IT JUST DON"T LOOK GOOD! Loyalties have their place, as a public servant, the public comes first. Even if the act is the right thing to do, if it doesn’t look good, don’t do it. Some final thoughts: Things that have only a mildly unpleasant redolence have a way of sneaking up on you, akin to boiling a frog. Work expands to fill the time available. If you let it be known how much you have to spend, guess how much the bill will be. If you keep doing the same thing over and over and keep expecting a different outcome, then that is insanity. Dick Darne Copies of all alberton papers available by e-mail:
aldermandarne@hotmail.com 722-4575 3-10-06
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