Pueblo Politics, Part II

Council Members Want More

Hello again everyone…
I am hearing that some of the members of the Pueblo City Council are feeling left out after my first installment. Apparently, they like my sense of humor. Fear not! There is more to come on the retiree and the used car salesman.

Enter the Crackpot Contractor

But today, we have a Crackpot Contractor on the agenda. Crackpot has a soft spot for the institutionally challenged and a knack for finding cracks. Cracks in policy and procedures, people. Where did your mind go?

Almost Mayor, Not Quite

It is important to note that Crackpot almost won her bid for mayor the last time. She only lost by about 16,000 votes or so. So close. But she is not bitter. She has spent her time exploring cracks and finding ways to stay in office past her expiration date.

Roofing with Convicts

Only in Pueblo do you find a roofing company that employs the institutionally challenged (convicts) winning bids to put roofs on city buildings. How could this happen, you ask? It starts by dating a Crackpot that sits on the regional building commission board… and on city council. Throw in someone who forgot how he voted and someone else who does math like a used car salesman and voilà -instant kickback.

I think I am in the wrong business. Who doesn’t want convicts stomping around on your roof and getting into fights on your property? You get entertainment and a leaky roof all in one.

Master of Leaks (Information, Not Roofs)

If this substantial benefit to the voters is not enough, Crackpot has other skills, too. In her pursuit of self-enrichment, Crackpot is very adept at anonymously releasing confidential information to the media to target political opponents. Ask the old mayor. Crackpot proved that he has flat feet on more than one occasion.

Representation, Pueblo Style

But the biggest benefit you can expect is having a Crackpot as your representative… err… maybe… if you are either a contractor or you do not actually live in the district. Districts? Boundary lines? We don’t need no stinking boundary lines! This is Pueblo – the home of the political restraining order.

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