THIS STORY WAS PUBLISHED DECEMBER 4TH AND DAMN IF THE TOWN DIDN’T TRY TO MAKE IT SO TONIGHT. 12=12=17
Our fire chief, who has done a marvelous job of resurrection of a all but defunct fire department has obviously run afoul of Stacy and her jaded opinions of what is right and wrong. I have been approached by one member of the VFD who “wants to talk”.
And who else could we get to be fire chief? Who is in Stacy’s “inner circle” of trusted citizens. It must be someone she trusts and will bow down to her will. Someone weak of mind who loves feeding at the trough of White Springs largeness. Who could it be but Stacy’s own pet do nothing water and sewer guy Andrew.
Andrew is not even a certified firefighter. But what the hell, Tracy is not allowed, having failed a physical, to be chief of police. Let’s have the head of two of our departments of public safety manned by ass kissers and incompetent buffoons. Tracy is so weak a police officer that she wouldn’t even come by my float to talk to me, knowing that I would again call her a liar.
I’ve got the feeling again. I’ve had it before and I was wrong. But I’ve got the feeling again. The end is near for White Springs. The fact that we couldn’t get an attorney on an open bid process, no one applied, tells you volumes of White Springs predicament.
Anyway, Andrew is scheduled to be our next Fire Chief if Stacy has her way, and she usually does. As Tracy said in her deposition for the Anita Rivers flap, “You don’t cross Stacy for any reason” And now we get the second coming of the child bride. who kissed Townsend’s arse so long and hard that we were afraid he had become bi sexual.