Local Republican tries to find path to the truth.Is Warner Sandbagging? Austin Warner’s minions have been scurrying around town pitching Hamlin’s need for a “full-time Supervisor.”
Is it possible that Warner was only playing the drama-queen when he announced his retirement to theHamlin Republican Committee? Probably. Since then, all the usual suspects ( Nesbitt, Breslawski, Baas, Martin) have been out shilling the pitch, in all the usual locations (Kaiser’s, the VFW, Lions, etc.) ad nauseam. Hamlinites long ago deduced that they were hearing a pre-fab speech when a Warner mouthpiece would regurgitate the exact story, over and over, to every hapless victim they could trap. That is the essence of “old time politics” in Hamlin.
Beyond these carping Harpies, there was the sham “extension of time” to submit names for nomination. At the meeting, Warner flunky Jim Nesbitt “just happened to have” the committee’s by-laws. Moses-like,
“Big Nelly” declared the right to extend the deadline. After some hemming and hawing, but little debate, the HRC voted for the extension.
Local pol watchers fingered this as a tactic to buy time so the
GOOBERS (Good Ole Boys) might persuade Dave Rose to toss his tired old hat into the ring. The ol’ timers fear both
Mike Marchetti and
Denny Roach. Marchetti is “too young,” and Roach is an “outsider.
Translation: We can’t control Marchetti, and we don’t know if Roach will obey. Like an old dog looking for a dark place to die, the GOOBERS sought out the familiar, the comfortable:
“Let’s ask Davey!”
But this was all just
bait and switch. It was never about Rose. It’s about Warner’s last desperate maneuver to keep his seat, and maybe, pocket a few extra bucks. Too bad for Butch that the plan hinges on a commodity that’s in short supply in the Town Hall- sympathy. Warner’s pitiable gamble began when he announced to the HRC that “nobody had bothered to ask” if he wanted to run again. This silly Shirley-Temple act backfired when George Todd leaned forward in his chair and boomed,
“Bullshit!” Todd told the throng that
Warner had been asked and had refused to commit. Butch played the pity card and went bust.
That launched the PR campaign. First Warner wept to the local papers, “The job don’t pay!” He complained, “I’m putting in 25 to 30 hours a week and I’m only making $21 thou!” Whaaaa???
Good Lord! 30 full hours? Wow, how does he ever survive? Natch,
he left out the approximately 8 Grand he gets in benefits! Butch whines he’s overworked and underpaid.
His solution? Quit! Warner thinks we’re dumb enough to buy the notion that, “No dollars beats low dollars.”
Next his crew of carnival barkers hit the streets. “Oh, Hamlin really needs a full time Supervisor!” they ladled. But nobody wanted a taste. The public replied, “Yeah? For what ?”
“We’re gonnna double Warner’s salary so he can work 40 hours?” And, “What’s he do now? Nothin’! More dough for more of nothin’. No thanks!” And,
"There are a lot of people who think 30 thousand bucks for 30 hours a week ain't too bad. What's he think he's worth?!" And it still doesn't solve his problem with the
Gursslin settlement!Butchy’s learnin’ that you don’t get much sympathy when you lead with both palms up!