Mayoral musical chairs and sore hands in the Kremlin

Then it came to pass that the town needed a Mayor, Speaker and Deputy Mayor.
While the reasons for all this are as opaque as the windows on a hearse, it was known that this happens every five years.
Politicians had spoken many promises and now it was time to allow them to take charge and decide who will decide the fate of the poor, tenderless townsfolk. There was much murmuring. It is not nice to give up goodies like Audis, offices and PAs after five years of lekkerheid.
But the voters had spoken and so had the calculator. And after a Maths lesson from an IEC official, who had to check to see if any votes had mysteriously found their way into the Council ballot box – as happened in Forestdale – it was time to vote. And bad luck if your hand was sore. You have to vote yourself.
No one can assist you.
Yes, just like the real voting when you queued up in a howling wind for one hour and 20 minutes.
Why don’t they vote by raising hands or saying ‘yah or neah’ as before? That would be transparent. Another question is unemployment. The gallery was packed during the day. Either a lot of people work night shift or they don’t have jobs and hope like many others, now there is a new regime in the Kremlin, they will be given jobs. Maybe even as a meter maid.
There is now a whole new slew of meter maids in town.
They were all previously Mayor’s drivers and bodyguards – so it is a bit of a come down when you have to exchange your shiny firearm for a Bic pen. Anyway, the gallery enjoyed the Mayoral show. Some were slavering at the mouth.
Maybe the word ‘tender’ was silently mouthed.
The jostle for chairs was a great as the need for decent roads and both were/are hard to come by.
People have a horribly wrong perception about municipalities and Councils. They do not create jobs – unless you are a former Grens Vegter who becomes a meter maid. Councils must create infrastructure that helps to keep existing businesses – which employ people – afloat and hopefully, attracts new investors.
A recent trip to the so-called industrial area in Dundee revealed a sad state of repairs. Roads in such a shoddy condition that these could be made part of the Paris/Dakar/Cape Town rally.
Who in their right mind would invest in a town where the roads are crumbling? So Councillors stop voting, jostling – get off your chairs, get down to where the action is – with the great unwashed and those horrible, nasty roads. Getting fixing. Good luck.