The Martin Chronicles publisher recently had breakfast with a couple of old friends. During the discussion, one of the diners expressed frustration that there are people who actually think that shrill Judge Executive Steve Arlinghaus correctly described the special counsel investigation of Mayor Mike Martin as a “witch hunt”.
When pressed for more detail, the bothered breakfast guest identified the people who believe that are mostly folks who hang out in seedy places like the Villa Hills Civic Club and other local dives. What concerned him more was that these cave dwellers are often the only source of information for generally uninformed people who are busy just living their lives.
“The last thing Martin deserves is sympathy”, said the friend. The results of the last year speak for themselves. This is a Class A disaster.
Our publisher thought about his own frustration. He looked at his friend with sympathy. Then he decided to offer some advice. “You can’t worry about a pompous blowhard like Steve Arlinghaus. As the facts about Martin are laid out, Arlinghaus will be the first one to volunteer to throw the match on the gasoline-soaked kindling to burn Martin at the stake. Arlinghaus will also say he always knew Martin was up to no good. Forget that guy.”
The publisher could see a flicker of hope on the face of his beleaguered buddy. So he continued. “And as for those civic clubbers, c’mon. What can you say about people who spend several nights a week with their pointless rear ends parked at a crummy bar? Big deal. Martin is one of them. What do you expect?”
Why stop now? “Most importantly, here’s what you need to ask the people who just don’t take the time to stay informed. Martin wrapped himself in the Bible, 911 victims and Haitian orphans and portrayed himself as some faux-good government guy who was set up in some massive conspiracy. He told people that is why he was arrested for forgery. But was he able to prove even one of his claims in court? No, he wasn’t. Not a single one. His lawsuit against the taxpayers was summarily dismissed by one judge and then three more when he appealed it. It was so bad that the appellate court wrote he was barking up the wrong tree.”
Our publisher concluded, “The facts are coming faster than Martin is able to burn them. The truth will show Martin for the kind of fellow he really is. Council needs to make sure that the facts are out there where most people will understand. But there will still be some animal skin-wearing, log-thumpers who refuse to accept it. You can take some solace that Martin will still have a place to hang out, commiserating with his fellow pinheads during spaghetti night at the civic club after this is all over. And that day is coming.”
It turned out to be a very nice breakfast.
