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The Final Word

 

Yeah, it’s backward.  I know it’s backwards.  Sometime in my lifetime things suddenly begin to run backwards; not just for me, personally, but for the entire world.  I don’t know exactly when it happened or ever why; I just know it happened.  I believe it happened the day political correctness replaced common sense and political correctness was accepted as “normal.”

 

But is it really normal?  And should we accept it?  Is it normal to remove God from schools, teach “safe sex” and then wonder why we have a high teen pregnancy rate?   When punk rockers are paid a king’s ransom while teachers receive slave wages, when parents fear their kids, when teachers and administrators fear parents; and when kids fear nothing, is that normal?  Is it normal for cops and drug dogs not to be allowed to come into schools, while students suspected of dealing drugs in the halls simply drive away?  Is it the norm for a 14-year-old kid in our Village to die of a heroin over dose? 

 

Unlocked doors become locked when the District Attorney (DA) refuses to put the Nightcrawler away.  Good people put bars on their windows and criminals freely walk the streets.  A probation officer finds illegal drugs in a Methhead’s house and is told by the guy on probation that he uses a gram of Meth a day and his probation officer doesn’t arrest him. Yeah, it happened.   A computer stolen from the church is recovered; the DA files no charges on the thief, even though the cops have a good case.  Three drug dealers sell the cops Meth in the Shell parking lot and are never prosecuted, but the DA works overtime to indict the cops.  The Outpost is robbed, the bad guys are arrested, the DA turns the bad guys loose, but not before giving the money back to them stolen from the Outpost.  That’s not normal, that’s backwards.      

 

We’ve allowed the bad guys to write the rulebook; fearful that the dope dealers, thieves and their low rent lawyers will sue if we stand up and say, “Enough is enough!”  We rob the art program to give to the drug program.  The Capitan student handbook tells the student if they miss over 10 days, they’re out.  Yet, last year we gave a diploma to a student with more than 20 absences due to being in jail on drug charges, demeaning the diplomas for which the good students worked.  A teacher told Carolyn the reason this student remained in school was because “she promised not to sell drugs in the halls.” Have we gone insane?    It’s all backwards. 

 

When we worry more about “how it looks” rather than “how it is”, when we tolerate evil and wrong, fearful we’ll look bad if we don’t, we’re running backwards.  When the FBI arrests two State Treasurers and the Ruidoso audit is handed off to an incompetent District Attorney for prosecution, the point is driven home.

 

Four years ago, I made you a promise: If elected as your mayor I’d “turn the light on”.  Some thought I should have been more politically correct and they didn’t like my “in your face” approach, too bad.  I warned you I was not a politician.  I ran for office asking for one thing in return: To put honest people in office in order to do the job.  I kept my promise.  Now I’m asking you to keep your promise. Vote.

 

Lost contracts, loss of power, money interest and other agendas have prompted some to preach the message, “We need to go back to the way things were around here.”  Is that really what you want?   Stop and think about it for a minute.

 

Capitan sold close to 300 acre feet of water last year and made $272,686.13.  On a lease that should’ve brought this village close to ½ million dollars, the way it use to be board leased Ruidoso 600 acre feet of water for $60,000 (good-ol’ boy deal?).  Our water fund would’ve lost about $40,000 last year had the mountain not burned and we sold water to the Forest Service.  Rather than worrying about serious matters some of the backward bunch obsesses over Village Hall’s office hours of all things and don’t get it that not everyone is retired.  They don’t care Village Hall is open 10 hours a day, four days a week so the producers of the village can do business before and after work.  The backwards bunch stand up and cry we must “save our water” but have no plan of how to save your water system and with no plan you’ll lose it like you lost the gas company.  They have touted if Ed Davis is elected he’ll appoint me to the vacant trustee spot.  That WILL NOT HAPPEN!  I promised you four years and gave you four years. Now, it’s your turn to keep your promise and put good people into office.

 

The way it use to be around here board borrowed $1.8 million dollars on a 40 year note for a water system that was expected to last 20 years, making as much sense as the gas company’s pipeline sale. The way it use to be thinking provided no way to pay for the note other then reaching into your pocket, same thinking we had at the gas company, all because of the way things used to be around here thinking.  The way it uses to be around here was to allow their buddies to drill a faulty well, allow them to walk away, leave the citizens, YOU, to pay for a useless well.   Right now we are having a brew haw about water, the difference being this is done in the open and not in the back of a local café.    

 

Do you want to go backwards to the way things use to be around here?  To a day when village business was conducted in a smoky motel room during a poker game and contracts handed to “buddies” rather then the low bidder?  Do you want to give the okay to politicians running up $1,200 bar bills to be paid with your money?  Do you want to go back to the 70’s and have a Chief of Police who can’t pass the standards set by the state, then works without state certification until caught years later?  Do you want projects like the baseball field or would you rather send small town politicians to Washington D.C. to big-dog it on boondoggles?  Do you want to go back to the day when politicians put themselves on boards and without your knowledge voted in raises for themselves?  Should we go to a day when our cops fear arresting a doper because they’re related to someone in power?  Do we miss the days when everyone talks about who is selling drugs and where, but are to afraid to do anything about it?  Do you want your roads to remain in good shape or to go back to the old way?  Do you want another politician who’ll sit in judgment; put their house plus two of their family’s houses on one water tap and then vote against everyone else who wants water?  Do you want your water system ran like your gas company?  Don’t allow things to run backwards again.  Keep your promise and vote good people into office. You have to vote. Make no mistake: the backwards bunch will and they’ll ship them in from far and wide as they always do.

 

Now you see why I can’t run for mayor again. I might come out of my shell and tell you what I think.  

 

When I was ten years old and on the only vacation I can remember my family taking, my brother rode next to me in the backseat.  Bored and with no reason other then I could, I popped my brother in the head and he did what all little brothers do: He cried.   With no concern for my tender psyche or my young delicate balance, my dad took one hand off the wheel, reached around and yanked a knot in my knickers.  He pulled me out of my seat, seatbelts were things race car drives wore, and dad gave me that stink-eye developed by all dads for situations such as these.  The look that told you “I brought you into this world and I’ll take you out if you don’t straighten up”.  You know the look, the one that let you know he’d do it right then if your mother was not in the car.  He said something to me that I can hear even now, 43 years later, he told me what I’ll now tell you, “Don’t make me come back there!”