Thursday, March 22, 2012

From the pooch path: reality, with a soupcon of self-examination

Most every afternoon, in the 5pm time frame, we take Sweety-Bitch and Boo-Boo out for a walk.  Since they’re both blind, this involves a challenge or two, but we’re managing well. 

The most frustrating part is that your correspondent can’t start a conversation with any neighbor we encounter, because ‘the kids’ react to any such chatter with barking; they don’t know what else to do.  So we can’t hear what anyone else is saying.

In the last week or two, the most startling aspect of our walks is how what we wear has changed, and we mean big time.  Today was T-Shirt on top, and warm-up pants below, compared to far heavier garb (and footwear) not much more than a week ago. 

We’ve even washed both of our chariots in the last week, which may be an all time record – two clean cars in the same ten day period.

These minor details aside, our walk is more often than not a time for reflection on the events of the day.

On tonight’s walk, it occurred to us to wonder just what we’ve come to when an otherwise rational individual, like this reporter, finds purpose in reporting on the foibles (and we’re being kind here)  of local government officials as they plan the spending of public resources on municipal facilities that will do us proud.  No matter how much they cost.

And then we happened upon the latest offering of the School Department’s Political Action and Media Committee.  You can find it here:

We read through the presentation, and we realized ‘what we have come to.’

Which is a community that in spite of what others may claim, has absolutely no entity that serves as a ‘government watchdog,’ no matter how many awards they receive from their peers, and no matter how much they congratulate themselves.  And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

So what, you might ask.

So what, indeed.

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