I’ve spent a good portion of the last few days writing a recap of what’s happened to me in a political regard over the course of this week. Several of these revelations deserve more attention than others. Therefore, I decided to offer up the most important first and bring the regular fare forward on Monday. . .
What I am telling you now can be confirmed, and enhanced, by listening to the audio of Wednesday night’s Final Budget Hearing. As the agenda items were addressed, and voted on by the Commission, public comment for each was allowed in “order”. (Don’t get confused by the words).
From the beginning, the tone and nature of the public response took a dramatic and ugly turn. You will hear in the beginning minutes, “Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up!” being offered up from the audience side of the room, along with a duet of screaming by two of the members of the Gang of Five. Oh, by the way, it was just the Mayor of our “community” they were telling to “Shut Up!” You could cut the lack of respect for the elected folks in the room with a knife. That didn’t include, of course, the honorable commissioner who spends most of his “podium” time during meetings campaigning for the mayor’s office.
Is this a cool place or what?
As the meeting progresses, it got juicier and “deeper”. You can tell where this was going just by the noise alone.
Here’s the very important stuff:
During the last part of the meeting “Mister” Bill Monteverde, looked directly at me with steely determination and stated that I wasn’t a resident, “that I lived in subsidized housing in Seabreeze Manor”. He said a number of things to and about me, including that, “ he was so angry he wanted to punch me.” Small angry man saying small hollow things, veiled threats, peppered with lies and innuendo.
I could never do this scenario justice so I hope you are listening to the audio.
Following the Godfather’s sanctimonious remarks, a woman who is in the real estate business, in this town, “Miss” Peggy Page, came forward. She pointed her finger at Commissioner Ely and I and said we didn’t belong on the Commission because we lived in Seabreeze and paid subsidized rent. Mrs. Ely’s jaw actually dropped, mine probably did too. This was the second time we heard this in less than two minutes, it seemed. I looked around the room but the Nazis armbands had been taken off already.
This is not the first time I’ve heart this odoriferous piece of stigmata. It started circulating back in March. You can easily guess who it came from.
I can’t imagine what would have fallen out of either of these poser’s mouths if Miss Sherry or I had darker tans.
Inglis has people of color. Some own businesses, one in particular serves on a town board. There are other minorities, including us seniors who live in subsidized housing. I don’t think there are any Jews. They are historically practiced. They can smell a bigot for miles away.
My grandmother always said that you could tell a lot about people by who they associated with. Commissioner Ealy and I certainly agree with that and from this day forward we know for a certainty how the other 38 minority residents of Seabreeze Manor will be voting.
My last observation is that since being elected, I have ridden around Inglis a lot. When you ride through Seabreeze you’re riding through a property that is one of the top 10 % who pay ad valorum taxes to Inglis. Our home looks like a resort compared to 90% of the properties we’re surrounded by, including some owned by people who are active members of Monteverde’s circle of friends.
This is not enuff said . . . . .
P.S. “realtor” Page called me out for “making fun of people”, before she insulted Commissioner Ely and I. Come on, where else are you gonna read the truth? Not in the Bottom Feeder Gazette..
After you read this go back to the Home page. The theme song has never been more appropriate than today. Luv Ya, Rednak