It's also no secret that Pat Downie is, to be charitable, very, very ill. When I watched the video of that last City Council meeting, I was truly shocked at his appearance. I didn't even recognize him at first. He appears to have aged at least fifteen years in the last couple of years, and he looked like he was on death's doorstep. I've heard from numerous sources about Pat's illness, and no one expects him to even be able to finish his term at the rate he's deteriorating.
Mayor Pat Downie: He's gonna party like it's 1899!
Thus, to sum up: Pat's a brainless babbler, and he's dying, right here in front of everyone. So of course he was elected Mayor last night. Could there have been any other outcome? Behind the scenes, I have no doubt there were invitations extended to Pat's Pity Parade, and his fellow members of the Fluoride Four accepted. Again, no surprises there, folks.
And, to add insult to injury, fellow verbal diarrhea sufferer Cherie Kidd, who has already died from the neck up, was installed as Deputy Mayor. Just. Like. She. Wanted.
So once again the call goes forth from the City Council Chambers: FUCK YOU, CITIZENS OF PORT ANGELES. Sit down, and shut up.
Only, uh, they didn't sit down, and they didn't shut up. Gosh, who knew that fluoride made peons, er, I mean people, so cranky and ungrateful? Don't you little people realize it's another GREAT day in Port Angeles?
Cherie Kidd is a total and complete joke.
So why aren't you little people laughing?