When I allow people to speak during city council meetings, I do it because I’m a nice guy.
Harbor Beach Mayor Gary Booms
WRONG, Mr. Mayor don’t-know-the-law. It’s a legal requirement. In that spirit, I have decided to publish an email I recently sent “Gary” — so more light may be put upon his false self-virtue. Below is that email:
I hope you don’t mind me calling you Gary. I don’t mind me calling you Gary, so we should be good.
I read a recent comment you made during a public meeting as Mayor.
(5) A person shall be permitted to address a meeting of a public body under rules established and recorded by the public body. The legislature or a house of the legislature may provide by rule that the right to address may be limited to prescribed times at hearings and committee meetings only.
A professional tip: if you’re going to extol your virtues, it shouldn’t be over something the law requires you to do. That just seems tacky and insults the intelligence of anyone who is informed.
My hope is to reach nearly every voter in Harbor Beach, to let them know what a self-righteous and pompous guy their Mayor is.
We know the guy doesn’t live up here. That’s the easy part.
The drooling fool forgot to review the video below the fold. If he had, he might have seen ol Festus ridin up there on the bonanza.
A snot nosed kid with no substantive accomplishments in his life except to be married to the biggest fundraiser for Barack Obama. And he wants to represent a district that he has only visited three or four times in his life; two of which were to run against the ‘hillbilly’ locals.
Michiganian Steven Crowder is great for a laugh from time to time.
Way back when .. Or at least in April of this year, Crowder produced this Schoolhouse Rock parody. Demonstrating the absurdity of our convening culture with shock humor, Crowder clearly paints a picture of the current social shredding at work.
The capitol steps used in this render it a Michigan worthy piece.
Once upon a time, there was a little Michigan Millennial Bohemian named Liberalocks. She went for a walk in the suburbs near the state capitol (Okemos). Pretty soon, she came upon a house. She knocked and, when no one answered, she walked right in because she had been taught to be entitled.
At the table in the kitchen, there were three bowls of gluten free porridge. Liberalocks was hungry, and without hesitation or consideration for other people’s property, tasted the porridge from the first bowl.
“This gluten free porridge is too hot!” she exclaimed. “How dare someone leave such a hazard lying around! Perhaps I call an agency about this? There must certainly be a law!”
Then, she tasted the gluten free porridge from the second bowl.
“This porridge is too cold,” she said “It’s just not fair! There are standards for food service in this country! And how did my dreadlocks fall into it?!”