He’ll call you out!
Who knew that municipal politics would provide years of ringside entertainment? For all his rough spots, the current mayor loves to interact with the public. In fact, the newscast from yesterday’s council meeting was strangely akin to a tag team match, or an alley altercation. I wonder what the man did before getting rich and forcing his will on an entire metropolis?
We have a new bylaw, which essentially forbids demonstrating “After midnight”. Like the old Clapton song says:
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, we’re gonna chug-a-lug and shout.
We’re gonna stimulate some action;
We’re gonna get some satisfaction.
We’re gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, we’re gonna shake your tambourine.
After midnight, it’s all gonna be peaches and cream.
We’re gonna cause talk and suspicion;
We’re gonna give an exhibition.
We’re gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang down.
Not in this city! No more camping in city parks. No more marching and annoying taxpayers, no matter how valid the reason. The mayor is going to make sure that peace and order persist, and if not (he just might call you out for a little fisticuffs). Welcome to the new order.
It didn’t matter that his initial adversary is a college professor, and recognized as a peaceful citizen of the planet. The mayor wants, nay, needs to show the taxpayer who wears the star and silver spurs around here. Thankfully, six-shooters are rarely worn in public.
