Spent the day puttering and painting at the road house. Pictures tomorrow.
Puddy had a letter in yesterday’s paper.
Secrecy is, of course, the key to power.
Dear Friends of SLEAT:
When we drove by the Canal Crossing commercial site yesterday afternoon, I could not believe my eyes. A structure on the southeast corner of the development right next to the historic Brunswick/Altamaha Canal, where I had presumed the JWSC located their sewer lift station, according to the site plans, suddenly sprouted signs identifying it as a Sams Club facility and sporting numerous gasoline pumps.
Political prayers are a multi-purpose exercise. The spouse like to say politicians pray before they prey to excuse their subsequent behavior. However, at the recent swearing in of our new Glynn County Commission, the prelate they recruited for the occasion made what, to me, was a novel claim by thanking God for giving the Commission “authority” over us.
It wavers berween antagonism and adulation. In both instances, individuals define themselves by their relationship to someone else — a relationship which may be entirely imaginary. Which means the reality is likely to be totally unexpected.
How will the Dude cope? It is entirely possible that he won’t even notice. He’s so used to living in a gilded cage.
Perhaps the long time that passes between a person’s election and being sworn into office is a problem. On the other hand, the difference between a private person and a public servant is so great that it probably takes time to get used to it. That a public servant has fewer powers than a private person probably comes as a surprise to many.
Richard Nixon made deals with foreign powers before his election. Calling it treason when he had no authority is probably a stretch. That’s no different today. On the other hand, letting Russians piss on him is beneath contempt.