I watched Newmarket Council last night.
Oh My Sweet Lord!
I had no idea .
I watched a grown man weep.
I watched Councillors disclaim authority to hold another Councillor accountable.
The principle was stated only the electorate has power to pass judgement on conduct of a Councillor.
They who give shall take away. Maybe.
I watched the virtuous one deny the tenet completely and continue to heap coals of fire on the head of the weeping Councillor.
It was a scene from Dante's Inferno.
They debated the Code of Conduct. They have never had an Integrity Commissioner. They were calling upon resources of the Chief Administrative Officer to handle complaints against Councillors.
How appropriate is that?
Last night, they decided to scrap that part of the Code that allows Councillors to attack Councillors at no expense to themselves.
They agreed, if a Councillors have disagreements with another Councillor, they should duke it out at their own expense.
Taxpayers money should not be used.
What a novel notion.
So another Code bites the dust.
A reliable source has informed me ,Councils all over Ontario are chucking Codes. Think of the litter aand the broken dreams.
It means of course corruption and unseemly conduct will run rampant in the ranks of municipal elected officials all across the land. No longer will fat documents, full of fatuous rules, by plump lawyers for fat fees, be written to guide nitwits in their conduct.
What a shame? The sky is falling. The world must indeed be coming to an end.
Just when genius in charge of Aurora Farmers' Market have composed their own Cof C to deal with whatever evil lurks beneath mounds of tomatoes and potatoes that appear on Wells Street stalls on Saturday mornings..
Well what else are we to think?
When the jam lady, who makes jam, is compelled to form an edict whereby potato and tomato growers must be alerted to where the devil lurks and how to avoid his evil coils.
Nigel Kean started the Market. But it was massive knife-wielding moustachioed Granger who chased little girls selling iced lollies from a bicycle cart, who gave them their constitution..
Now look how far they have come from humble beginnings.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
- To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
- Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.