Got a call the other day about what's going on at Pacific
City Council. Now you may think that gossip is a poor substitute for first hand
observation, and that I should go to the meetings myself. But really now,
what's left to learn?
More than 40 years ago I joined a group of friends on a tour
of Seattle's Fircrest School for developmentally disabled. You only need to
visit bedlam once to get the picture. And from what I understand, Monday
night's council meeting wasn't as irrational as Fircrest School's residents,
but it was nutty enough. Things like Mayor Cy Sun interfering with the
council's ability to vet an appointment, insisting that this will take place in
a council workshop, where, as I recall tradition, the mayor has no standing
other than as a spectator. (Where does he get the idea that HE sets the
workshop agenda? How the council does its confirmations is THEIR business.) So
he insists that his appointee for some position or another can't speak, even
though she would like to. (After he leaves, the council briefly considers
whether they should go ahead and vet the appointee without him, but decides to
wait.)
Then Mayor Sun tells one irate speaker from the audience he
can't hear him no matter how loud he speaks, but he declines to use a hearing
device the council specifically purchased to help him with his profound hearing
loss. Then he abandons the meeting, leaving the council to muddle ahead without
him, and without knowing how he will respond to any decisions they make,
because he isn't there, but privately knowing that it wouldn't matter anyway,
because whatever he says today won't apply tomorrow.
This is what I call trying to make sense out of nonsense. I
could just as easily have held a symposium on Newtonian physics for the
residents of Fircrest.
Whether my understanding of the meeting is accurate or not —
gossip being what it is — it's close enough. There are some experiences you
just want to repeat over and over again — a great steak, lovely music, fabulous
sex, a Lay's potato chip. You want more
than one. But fruitcake? Who needs more fruitcake? You know it's always going
to taste the same.
One of the last times I talked to Cy Sun he slapped his fist
into his palm and said he was going to get rid of all of them. As I look back
on that, I thought he was talking about the council, but maybe he was talking
about the staff. But would it matter what he meant?
I understand that there is at least one experienced elected official who
believes the City of Pacific can muddle ahead even if it loses its insurance
after December 31. Nutty as that sounds to me, it's no nuttier than the ongoing
charade that transpires at every council meeting.
As it now stands, it seems as if the recall committee will
not be able to have its recall election until after the first of the year, well
past the time when the city is set to lose its insurance. But if the city can
continue to operate past that point, then maybe a recall vote would mean
something.
Otherwise, Sun's game plan would seem to be to run out the
clock — do just enough to keep from being thrown in jail for contempt, all the
while knowing that after December 31 he may well have made good on his plan to fire
them all.
If Mr. Sun doesn't succeed in doing the Samson thing—bringing the walls down around his head — he may
have provided an incalculable service to the city.
I can even imagine that some day the residents of Pacific
will erect a statue to Cy Sun the same way the residents of Enterprise,
Alabama, erected a statue to the boll weevil. Here's what Wikipedia says about
that:
As a tribute to how something disastrous can be a catalyst
for change, and a reminder of how the people of Enterprise adjusted in the face
of adversity, the monument was dedicated on December 11, 1919 at the
intersection of College and Main Street, the heart of the town's business
district.
For many years, the Pacific City Government needed to be
whupped upside the head, and Cy Sun in his own malevolent ineffectual way, has
done just that. And the whupping has gone on and on and on and on, just like the Eveready
Bunny.
So my question to all the city fathers and mothers of
Pacific is this: Have you learned a valuable lesson from this long nightmare?
Wanna do this again? I'll bet you CAN eat just one.