Petty Politics

May 19, 2012


Via Wikipedia in Paraphrase:  Politics (from Greek politikos “of, for, or relating to citizens”).


Politics is a term applied to the art of running governmental or state affairs.  Politics includes behavior within civil governments. Politics consists of “social relations involving authority or power.” It also includes, “methods and tactics used to formulate and apply policy.”


“Methods and tactics used to formulate and apply policy….”  Hmm….



The word politics comes from the Greek word politika, modeled on Aristotle’s “affairs of the city”, the name of his book on governing and governments.  The singular word politic meaning amongst others “of, for, or relating to citizens.”  “Of, for, or relating to citizens”…   Hmm….

You know, I think that there  is something known as,”The Big Lie” that has to do with “Politics.”   Here in the city of Marijuana, California, this morning, I’m facing “the big lie.”  And, it isn’t pretty.  (My city’s real name isn’t Marijuana, California by the way…)   I’m just saying…


Usually the Big Lie is associated with World Communism.   Even well meaning do-gooder “Christians” can be part of, “The Big Lie.”


As I see it, the Big Lie has to do with Anti-Christian Charity…

The Big Lie has to do with inhumanity.  It has to do with TYRANNY of the powerful over the powerless. Or, in this case set before me today, “the fat girl is right.”

My dog got out, and they found my dog.  I was trying to see how I could legitimately retrieve my dog from the pound.  I had a date at the Veterans Appreciation day to represent my Father and his art project, and thus his fellow United States Marines, and, she didn’t care.  She didn’t seem to care that I was invited to represent my Dad at the Veterans appreciation day at our County Fairgrounds by the VA.


It was all about her, and her petty politics. And, power. Oh, maybe she was just,”doing her job.”


She told me that the “community service” guy would be on duty at 10:00 PM and that I could talk to him then. She insisted that he would not be willing to “go out there” at night. (Where ever,”there” is.)


OK, so I found out that informaton.


Later, she’s telling every one that I insisted that they get my dog that night. What a lie!  And, there were more lies.  After  further questioning, I learned that the Community Service officer would be working graveyard until 6:00 AM.  I asked her to ask him if she could ask him if he could get my dog, then.  (Since it’s day light by then.)  She said that she doesn’t know, but that I would have to call him. OK, so, that was fair enough.

So, just moments ago ago as I write this, I call at 5:45 AM, and discovered that rather than “Mark” answering the phone, the same dispatch lady that I spoke to last night answered the telephone.  And, in female bull dog tone, this lady told me that she let “Mark” go home early!  What?!!!

She told me that she had told me to call at 10PM.  That was another lie.  She told me that he would be in at 10 PM, and that I could call him any where from 10 PM to 6 AM.  So, I called him at 5:45 AM.  I asked her he would be back in. She said at 2 PM.  She said that he would feed my dog at 1 PM and that he may be able to bring my dog to me at 2 PM. Ok, so that was good.

But, the V.A. bus to go to the Veterans Day Appreciation event was scheduled to pick me up at 8:30 AM! And, I told her as much.

OK, so, I just called the dispatch lady and asked to speak to an officer on duty.  She said, he isn’t in.  I asked her if she could please asked him to call me.  She said, “OK, if he comes in before he is off duty.” I asked her when was that.  She said, “7 O’clock.” It was only 6:15 AM.  Ha!

It’s not like this is a big city.

I asked her if  she would please contact him. She said, “Holly, if it’s about your dog, he is not going to get him.” (I wan’t even thinking of asking the officer to get  my dog.)  I told her that I wanted to speak to him about her!   Mind you, this is a very small town, with not a lot going on at 6:15 in the morning.

The officer on duty showed up with a smirky attitude.  He approached me as a “COP” and not as an officer of the peace.  He said, “You need 30 dollars to get your dog.” (I didn’t even ask about my dog.) He told me that I needed to speak to the animal controls officer.  (I already knew that.)   I told him that I didn’t call him that he might get my dog.  I told him that I already knew that he couldn’t get my dog.  I told him that I was not happy with the way the dispatch lady treated me. (I wasn’t.)  He said that he didn’t have to listen to what I had to say.  )  I thanked him for letting me speak my peace.  I reminded  him that he is an officer of the Peace.

At 4 PM on Saturday, more than two days after they had possession of my dog, at long last I was able to speak with the Animal Controls Officer. He told me that he had been willing to bring my dog to me on his way to work, as he was out there at the pound with my little dog anyway… But, was ordered not to.  He was also willing to do it on Sunday. But, he was ordered  not to.   The stated reason was because of some rule about about “only on weekdays.”  Of course, just hours before, all were in agreement that “Mark” could bring my dog to me.  Mark wanted to do it.

In any event,  the humane thing is, is that this Animal controls officer is not charging me for the room and board for the cost of my dog in doggie jail for the weekend.  So, that is a grace. And, it’s very kind of him.  (I didn’t learn that until 4 PM.)  I’ll see my dog on Monday.


The sad thing was, was that I missed my date with my Dad.

I missed my date with my Dad’s and his (and thus my), fellow Marines.

And, not a one cared.  Not one iota of compassion.  Not one iota of care.

It’s not part of their job.

Is this, “Petty Politics,” or, what?

By Holly Hansard



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