Who cares who Carl Muscott is? You should because he is spending your tax dollars every time the Board meets. Because of Carl’s antics in the past, the Township uses YOUR TAX DOLLARS to have an attorney present at most of the Board meetings.
If you haven’t been to a Board meeting in a while it would be well worth your time to come and meet Carl Muscott and his latest friend with a letter in hand to read. See for yourself, hear for yourself, from the Soupy Sales of the Township.
This last meeting, with the lead roll played by Carl Muscott, was a remake of an Abbott and Costello routine “Who’s on first…….” So come early to the next meeting and grab a chair in the front row. You may be lucky enough to sit next to Carl and watch him set up his recording equipment.
Our Mullett Township board meetings are interesting and informative. These community meetings are where Township business is conducted. The meeting held on October 7th at the East Mullett Fire Hall was much more entertaining than most.
During the public comment portion of the meeting, a local businessman rose, walked to the front, and read a letter delivered to him. You guessed it: the letter had been delivered anonymously, slipped under the door of his business. Why was a personal letter read out loud at a Board meeting? Why are we subjected to a letter between two private parties? What the heck does this have to do with Mullett Township official business? The businessman seemed upset, and apparently felt somehow that this was the proper forum to tell everyone about it.
I wonder what will be next…..will we need to listen to a letter about a beer that was sold that was a little too warm? A resident whose lawn was cut by a contractor who had a dull blade on his mower? Someone who drove through town with an unwashed car? Dull indeed, but our resident pundit Carl Muscott provided, indirectly, a respite from this inappropriate waste of time.
The letter spurred some discussion, mostly involving those related to the businessman, with a lot of Carl-this, and Carl-that. As more time was wasted by the matter, a guest at the meeting, obviously there to observe the real business of the township and apparently frustrated with Carl’s desperate attempts to grab the limelight and make mountains out of nothing, spoke up with what was a perfectly-timed, perfectly-spoken line that seems to capture the feelings of most Mullett Township residents:
“Who the HELL is Carl?”
The man could not have delivered it better if he practiced it for weeks with a Hollywood voice coach. The room erupted in laughter, and then into applause. Every face in the room save for two bore at least a wide smile; everyone enjoyed the irony and the message of the brief and well-chosen remark. Who were the two exceptions? The party who chose to bring his tiny, tiny “business problem” to a public meeting and waste our time (and tax dollars!), and good old Carl. Carl turned red as a beet.
I don’t know who the party was who asked that question, but he certainly was spot on. He summed up the past few years succinctly in five short words. His question clearly puts into perspective all the wasted time, the wasted money, as well as the energy and excitement taken away that could be better used administering Mullett Township and its business.
Movies have a way of immortalizing short lines…..”Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus”…….”Here’s looking at you, Kid”…..and “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn” all come to mind. Well, thanks to the honest, direct, and simple question raised by someone we don’t know, Mullett Township now has its own immortal line: “Who the HELL is Carl?”
And, coincidentally, it leads to that other line: “Frankly, Carl, we don’t give a damn”.
Thanks for the laughs, Carl. Keep ‘em coming.