I think I briefly touched on this in a previous entry, but today I'm going to tell you the story of James Lamert. Mayor elect of 1972. I didn't vote for him, neither did a lot of people really. Silent majority wins though, I suppose. Anyway, Mayor Lambert was a shitty, two faced no good politician. The type that nobody in a small town really likes to see. At least, I thought so until I saw the election results. It wasn't long before things went downhill. Policies that went against what people really wanted, staying silent and secluded and answering to nobody, and eventually running the town straight into bankruptcy trying to fund all sorts of shit. He wanted to build a whole mall in the middle of Walker Creek. He wanted to renovate all of Main Street. He wanted to build a ice skating rink. He wanted increased funding to anyone who asked. Was any of this necessary or even slightly a good decision? Not a chance in hell.
See, my theory is that he belonged in a damn institution but used his politician money to keep everyone off his trail. He grew up in Walker Creek but left to be some big shot in Seattle before coming back. It was a tough time when he was elected. The shop almost tanked, like everything else that was created in town. Everyone just felt anxiety and uncertainty. Luckily we bounced back after impeaching that asshole, and the rest is history. - Trevor
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