Trading Partners

Scarlet LetterThe swirl of stories on the street about the newest revelations in public private partnerships have people blushing more than that of the last mayor and legendary tales of secure parking lot lunch hour social intercourse in the RV.  It's not likely a mayor will lose the job over personal proclivities but somebody needs to tell this one that public private partnerships should not to be mistaken as an opportunity to exchange body fluids.  The term "trading partners" is a phrase describing respectable members of society who engage in business, not to be confused with the act of betraying a betrothal to a dearly beloved or violating a solemn oath of public service for the pleasure of consorting with a developer engaged in city business.

Once upon a time those who were known to engage in indescreations were greeted with rejection.  In this post-modern, tin star society, where everyone from city hall to the country club finds their own morally relative balance of reality, there does not seem to be anything more personally pleasurable to take the edge off of public service than servicing the public. 

There's a contrived award for any conceivable happenstance trumpeted by publicly compensated commerce operatives as if the center of the universe orbit is here.  Perhaps the sun should shine here and convey recognition for the oldest of offensive acts.  There is an award for that.

In the absence of a tatoo on the forehead, a flighty tennis skirt trollop may as well be donned with an invisible scarlet A.  It's hard to mistake a prancing cheerleader flagging come hither in a short skirt or tight fitting silky see through dress.  A heads up for all the hound dogs who pick up on that scent, the word is the position enjoyed the most is that of mayor, one not portrayed in the Kama Sutra.

The poor schmucks who make the mistake of entrusting a cheater deserve what's cumming.  All the accounts ever recorded in ancient texts about this kind of personality didn't end well.  This one probably won't either.  Hundreds of thousands in cash pay off for silence and public record obscurity will not blindfold the children or remove that uncomfortable feeling of everybody seeing you as unchaste.

When legislative words and phrases chosen by good people are misconstrued by lesser men to equivocate a justification for misdeeds, the community suffers by tolerating their presence, and even more by their acceptance.  The choice is yours.  Choose your friends wisely.  It is unlikely that the city hall horseshoe consorts will do anything but laugh about it.