Some Things Are Not Forgotten
In Ontario, the municipal elections have come and gone. Contestants for public office have been electioneering, on occasion most impolitely, for far too long. Just as well it's behind us now. Only the campaign posters and lawn signs have now to be collected. Sooner rather than later, we hope. They're a collective blight we will not miss, once they've been gathered and spirited away.
Mission accomplished, for the voters of Ottawa. Mind, a disgraceful number of voters turned out, only representing 44% of eligible voters. One can only suppose those were the taxpayers who were most invested in a collective urge to turn the scoundrels out, given that the damage they managed to inflict on the population of the city had gone far enough. The false promises that were not met are not readily forgiven.
Above all else, however, the determination to cleanse City Hall of the presence of flatulent-mouthed Larry O'Brien succeeded handily. A jejune, smut-tenored street lingo, testosterone powered swaggering bully of a man whose braggadocio style impressed no one save his former and current spouses.
He will most definitely not be missed for he brought no honour to the position of "hizzhonour", the mayor.
His steep learning curve at awkwardly attempting to administer the affairs of a middling-sized city came at our expense. His mea culpa in admitting that his years in office represented an abysmal failure did not endear him to most voters, and only added fuel to the fire of resentment that he sought the mayor's chair as the power-toy of a bored entrepreneur.
His clumsy on-again, off-again positions, his disagreements with his council, and his disaffected interactions with the city's bureaucrats did us no favours and nor did they enhance his reputation among us. Which was tarnished from the very moment he ascended to the office of mayor, when it was revealed that he preferred foul methods to fair.
Though he was finally acquitted of the criminal charges brought against him in attempting to buy off a challenge from a fellow candidate for the mayor's office, onlookers to the trial where O'Brien's vast personal wealth afforded him the costly benefit of a clever lawyer capable of befuddling the testimony of witnesses, still left the indelible impression that this man violated his position and our trust.
He is now free to swing his gonads elsewhere, to paraphrase his spectacularly rude language.
Mission accomplished, for the voters of Ottawa. Mind, a disgraceful number of voters turned out, only representing 44% of eligible voters. One can only suppose those were the taxpayers who were most invested in a collective urge to turn the scoundrels out, given that the damage they managed to inflict on the population of the city had gone far enough. The false promises that were not met are not readily forgiven.
Above all else, however, the determination to cleanse City Hall of the presence of flatulent-mouthed Larry O'Brien succeeded handily. A jejune, smut-tenored street lingo, testosterone powered swaggering bully of a man whose braggadocio style impressed no one save his former and current spouses.
He will most definitely not be missed for he brought no honour to the position of "hizzhonour", the mayor.
His steep learning curve at awkwardly attempting to administer the affairs of a middling-sized city came at our expense. His mea culpa in admitting that his years in office represented an abysmal failure did not endear him to most voters, and only added fuel to the fire of resentment that he sought the mayor's chair as the power-toy of a bored entrepreneur.
His clumsy on-again, off-again positions, his disagreements with his council, and his disaffected interactions with the city's bureaucrats did us no favours and nor did they enhance his reputation among us. Which was tarnished from the very moment he ascended to the office of mayor, when it was revealed that he preferred foul methods to fair.
Though he was finally acquitted of the criminal charges brought against him in attempting to buy off a challenge from a fellow candidate for the mayor's office, onlookers to the trial where O'Brien's vast personal wealth afforded him the costly benefit of a clever lawyer capable of befuddling the testimony of witnesses, still left the indelible impression that this man violated his position and our trust.
He is now free to swing his gonads elsewhere, to paraphrase his spectacularly rude language.
Labels: Ontario, Ottawa, Particularities
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