I get so many tips about City of Santa Fe ineptitude that I don’t even want to write about them anymore. Here’s why: writing about the City has become like an MMA fighter beating up an anemic elderly man with dementia. it’s neither fun nor nice. I mean, even if the elderly man swings back and lands a lucky punch, it wouldn’t hurt anyone, much less an MMA guy.
The tip I got last night would be funny, if it wasn’t so painfully dangerous. I’m sure it’lll get swept under the rug like everything else at the City, but “exposing” it wouldn’t do any good. No one cares what an anemic elderly man with dementia does (let’s call the elderly man, “Ralph”). Santa Fe residents are so blind to Ralph’s actions, that whatever he does, is just par for the course. It’s like we say, “Oh, it’s ok that Ralph peed on the kitchen floor, he can’t help himself.”
Furthermore, have you ever noticed that when you first walk into your crazy aunt’s house it smells like mothballs soaked in vomit? Well, after a while, you don’t even notice it anymore? That’s what it’s gotten to be like dealing with Ralph. I could tell everyone how bad he smells, but people would just say, “Of course he smells, he forgot what a toilet was in 1990!”
So, I can’t really do anything about City of Santa Fe ineptitude anymore. The person who told me about the latest stupidity asked if I wanted a copy of an email his leadership sent out to everyone. I though about it, but then said, “Nah. Stupid is what stupid does,” and bid the person farewell.
I simply don’t want to pick on the City of Santa Fe anymore. I really try not to punch down and writing about the City is basically documenting Ralph’s activities. They would be funny activities if they were part of an Abbot and Costello gag, but the actions of an anemic elderly man with dementia aren’t funny so much as they are sad. The only question I have left is, why are Santa Feans trusting Ralph with their debit cards and PIN#s?
