Why the ed didn’t call
A sure sign of the pain is when they complain that the editor didn’t call or visit personally to inquire about a public issue after they’ve already declined to explain things fully to a reporter, that agent of the public and paper assigned to shed light for the public. You know they’ve been catching some heat when this rhetorical tact burbles up.
In this case, frankly, Commissioner Tom Stone chose to be flippant and Commissioner Michael Gallagher chose to be unavailable when approached for a cogent explanation for denying fellow Commissioner Arn Menconi what would naturally be expected to be his turn at the helm of the of Board of Commissioners as chairman, given the tradition of the past 20 years or so.
Why didn’t the editor call to get their side? After declining rather determinedly to provide straight answers to the public, these guys complain about not having a private audience? Huh?
The point obviously escapes them. They are not in office to answer to editors. They should be answering to the public. And so occasionally a mirror is held up, by mean ol’ pundits sticking with the public record, revealing the face they are showing to the people who they are supposed to be serving.
They may not always like what they see. Or realize they’ve been done a favor if only they had the wit to understand that.
Five is enough
Up to 15 county commissioners on a board, as is the case in some Midwestern and North-eastern states, is too many. And assuredly three, as Eagle County has, is too few for the best democratic representation at this level.
Five or even seven members of a county board would be about right, though. The number is a bit large for the kind of playground antics we’re seeing from the board of three commissioners, but not so grand that you’d mistake a small county’s commission chambers for a state senate.
The ol’ boys have been schooling the younger punk these past couple of years, pretty much by freezing him out at every turn.
So the kid learns at their knee and turns the tables, goes public and outflanks the ol’ boys. They look – as they should – like fools or worse, adolescent girls caught in full power clique mode.
Oh, they are angry. What disrespect! What a punk. If only he’d asked nicely.
Then they could freeze him out nice and quiet like before.
The ol’ boys appear not to realize they sculpted their own little comeuppance by closing the other doors. So now the punk appears as the grownup of the group – and schools them.