I had two choices seventeen years ago in light of how frustrated and aggravated the Machiavellian Machinations of those in power where I live had made me: go crazy, or go public. I chose the latter.
I will admit that often in the ensuing years, it has felt a lot like howling at the moon, and have been told by some it reads that way, too. Everybody's a critic I guess.
This was the first of 6,227 (so far) entries I have offered in this space, and while the actors have changed, it's pretty much the same movie. I called it:
And to Think That I Saw It on Norwich's Streets
New signs insisting on the right to do with their property what they wish, possibly from those who've sold options to developers, angry at 'the select few' (as their sign says) who insist this commercial endeavor be turned away.
Another sign boasts about the increase in tax revenues and the additional (service) jobs a new mini-sprawl, I meant mini-mall, will bring to Norwich (even though the pharmacy hailed as 'new' will be an existing one from across town).
Jobs, much like Einstein's matter, can neither be created nor destroyed, at least in development models. If we take six inches from the front of the blanket and put it on the back, the blanket is NOT a foot longer. Let's hope we do NOT need a thirty-seven-minute PowerPoint slide show Monday night at Norwich City Hall for that to be understood.
Everyone's signs ignore or seem to, our inability to look ahead and plan accordingly.
When you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there.
Right now, most of us think any movement, even the circles in which we are turning, is the same thing as direction.
Meanwhile, those whose agenda is not and will NEVER be that of advancement and enhancement of Norwich's economic basis will prosper while residents remain reactive instead of proactive.
-bill kenny
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