When I went to the City Council meetings last year which you can read about here, I saw my representatives in action.
One council member chowed down on a plate of spaghetti while listening to the citizens of Mayberry complain and it was a wee bit distracting. At one point, he got up and went behind a door which I thought meant he was done. Instead, he came out with another heaping plate.
When I asked somebody about it, they told me that because the council members usually come straight from work to the meetings, the city provides a dinner for them that most eat before the start of the meeting or during breaks.
Said councilman did not adhere to the manners of most. Now he has gotten himself into some hot water that makes jumping into a pot of the boiling pasta kind look inviting.
He had a friend who was a little down on his luck. Homeless. A history of drug use. A criminal record. When he inquired of the police department as to what resources were available to help out this friend, they directed him to a shelter in Kansas City. While that was an option, Spaghettiman instead gave him his access code, and for the better part of a weekend this guy was camping in the comfort of city hall and its municipal buildings. Why he even invited one of his buddies over to enjoy the facilities.
Why in the world didn’t Spaghettiman bring his friend to his own house to spend the weekend instead of housing him in City Hall?
That was never an option.
No. He could never do something like that.
He lives in his parents basement.