Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Tuesday Tattles

The Martin Chronicles is looking forward to tomorrow evening. Why? Because now-outgoing Villa Hills malfeasant Mayor Mike Martin will be presiding over his final City Council meeting. After four dreadful years of constant embarrassment, abject mismanagement, wasteful spending of incredible sums of taxpayer money for personal vendettas and rampant corruption, the curtain is finally falling on "The Miserable Mike Martin Show". At least for now.

But, The Martin Chronicles believes the Mike Martin story is far from over. How do we know that? Because the little fella himself has told us so. He's already planning his next comeback, declaring himself a "lock" to be elected to City Council in 2016 as a pathway back to the Mayor's Office in 2018.

Many people now say that is absolutely crazy. But you must remember that the little fella managed to get himself elected mayor in 2010 despite the fact that he was suing the slim margin of residents who elected him-and everyone else in town-for $1.505 MILLION at the same time that he was asking these same people for their 2010 votes. The Martin Chronicles is well aware that anything can happen.

Oh, there is more news Our Court House sources tell us that Martin is about to receive quite the Christmas "present". No, it won't be the "goodbye and thanks for everything" plaque he hopes to take home with him tomorrow night. The present Martin is about to receive is yet another massive lawsuit for his unleashed lawlessness.

Martin may actually be in very deep trouble. You see, the City's insurance company has already informed the little fella that they will not underwrite the financial damage caused by his intentional acts. This is going to be a great story to cover.

Many people have publicly commented about how Martin's social networking supporters have gone dark. Where have all the whiners gone? We haven't heard a thing from the people who saw images of Martin as a hero from the bottom of a shot glass, teen idol worshippers or their strangely overprotective mommas. Thank the Great Spirit. Well, very people want to admit that they were played for the fool.

Speaking of fools, one strange man has announced that he is going to embark on a truly daunting quest. The "impossible dream" this oddball is pursuing is "to find someone-other than himself-who doesn't hate Mike Martin's guts". We suspect this jackass is going to find the pickings are pretty dang slim.

We respectfully suggest the following theme song for this delusional loon. It's about the story of another guy who was a pathetic passenger on the "Disorient Express". Let's all sing a long.

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
 
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
 
This is my quest. To follow that star.
No matter how hopeless. No matter how far.
To fight for the right, without question or pause.
To be willing to march in to hell for a heavenly cause.
 
And I know, if I'll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest.
 
And the world will be better for this. That one man scorned and covered with scars.
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
 
To fight the unbeatable foe. To reach the unreachable star.

Move over Don Quixote, the Man of La Mancha. Larry, the Man of Villa Hills, is here.