STOP PRESS 17 November 2017
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Rolling Denese
With considerable difficulty, I’ve managed to find out
how Cr Denese Smythe was rolled as deputy shire president in favour of Cr
Kevin Trent, a new kid on the block.
Cr Smythe had been led to believe (so I’m told) that
the shire president would support her re-election.
It appears that another potential candidate for the
position decided not to stand because the shire president had intimated his
intention to support Denese.
Come the election, by pre-arrangement the three male
councillors and one female voted for Cr Trent.
So who was the woman who broke ranks, defying the
claims of sisterhood?
Yes, I do know, but prefer not to say. However, here’s a subtle clue, cryptic
crossword style—‘By God’s grace neither Austen nor Doe, but in Rome an iron
lady (4,5)’.
Sorry, my lips are sealed. You’ll have to work it out for yourselves.
Shedding
principle—again
Some readers may remember that in July and August of
last year I published three articles concerning Council’s handling of an
application to construct an oversized shed on a property in Lewis Road.
In summary, I took issue with Council’s disregard of planning policy in
relation to that application, arguing, among other things, that policy should be strictly
adhered to in order to rule out the possibility or perception of favouritism
and cronyism.
In the last of those articles, I cited several tribunal decisions
generally supportive of my argument.
Subsequently, I scanned the minutes of successive Council meetings to see
if further such applications had been approved. I found nothing untoward, and foolishly assumed that Council
had resolved in future to act according to established principle
and the law.
How wrong I was.
Earlier this year—I think it was in March or April—a disgruntled member
of the public informed me that an application for an oversized shed on a
property in Andrews Avenue had received Shire approval.
When I pointed out that there had been nothing in the minutes to
indicate anything of the kind, my informant accused me of naivety, saying that
approval had been given under delegated authority at the behest of the shire
president. There was nothing in
the minutes because the application had not gone before Council.
When I asked why the Shire had taken this course, my informant said it
was to make sure that the matter ‘stayed out of the blogs’.
I wasn’t convinced. I
could not believe that a desire to avoid unwelcome publicity on social media
would be likely to influence Council, the shire president or the Shire administration.
But a nagging doubt remained.
Fast forward to June, when I took part in a meeting on an unrelated
matter with Paul Crewe, Executive Manager Infrastructure and Development
Services.
At the end of the meeting, in the presence of a witness, I asked Mr
Crewe if the Shire had approved under delegated authority an
application for an oversized shed in Andrews Avenue. He
assured me it had not, adding gratuitously that the Shire was ‘wary’ of such
applications.
This week, I have received what I consider impeccable confirmation that
my informant was correct, and that Mr Crewe’s assurance was at best misleading
and at worst an outright lie.
That being so, I’m forced to conclude that councillors (or at any rate
the shire president) and Shire officers set out deliberately to conceal a
decision that might have attracted adverse criticism if made public.
I have a sneaking suspicion that this isn’t the only instance of such
concealment. Who knows, perhaps
other planning and building decisions have been similarly withheld for similar
reasons from the public gaze.
As I’m fond of saying—not that anybody listens—secrecy in government is
the first step on the path to corruption.
It’s also a surefire way to arouse distrust and contempt on the part of
the governed, when as inevitably happens in a democracy government secrets crawl
or are winkled out and exposed to public view.
Poetry Corner revisited
My close friend Rollo Barker and several anonymous correspondents have
insisted that the poem published with my previous post under the heading
‘Poetry Corner’ should be moved to a more prominent position on the blog. So I’m
giving it a second airing here and have removed it from its former location.
The poet, larrikin laureate Harry Hogg, has tinkered a bit with the
text. What you see below is the definitive version that will appear in the revised
edition of his best-selling collection Tall
Tales of the Wheatbelt (Bogside Books, pp. 800, illustrated, available for
$1.25 from adult bookstores and under the counter at most rural newsagents). He
has reminded me this time to include the poem’s title.
Mr Hogg assures me that any resemblance to any person or persons
living, dead, undead or merely comatose is entirely coincidental.
Song of the Canine Matutinal
Repast: or, A Dog’s Breakfast Ditty
As night
descended slowly over city, town and bush,
From a
farm in York’s back garden strode the Captain of the Push.
He gazed
upon us yokels, and his voice rang loud and true,
Saying
“Listen up, you mongrels, ‘cause I’m just the man for you.
When perched
upon my mother’s knee, a tiny little tot,
I knew
that I was born to rule you miserable lot.
Now
destiny has smiled on me, and proved that I was meant
Come
light or dark to make my mark as shire president.
Gone are
the days of fear and fright, when Hooper reigned supreme,
And all
Fitz Gerald’s nasty tales are just an ugly dream.
Onward
we’ll go and upward, you can join me in that caper,
I’ve made
York famous, even got my photo in the paper.
I know
that I’m not perfect, I admit that it’s a fact
I’m
really not full bottle on the Local Government Act.
Never
mind, there’s Paul to help me when my stream of thought runs dry,
That
man’s a bloody marvel, always knows what’s right and why.”
On the
day of the election, from the town and from the bush
Nigh on
six hundred voters chose the Captain of the Push,
And many
also voted for his two anointed mates,
Ignoring other
candidates concerned about the rates.
Returned
as shire president, the Captain is ecstatic,
The
wisdom of the voters was decisive and emphatic:
He has a
brand new deputy, and knows that yet again
He’ll
enjoy the adulation of the lovely Lady Jane.
So the dogs have had their breakfast, and the voters sit at home,
So the dogs have had their breakfast, and the voters sit at home,
While the
Captain takes his orders from a famous garden gnome,
And
they’re cursing James the Blogger for his rude audacious joke
About our
dear shire president—a most impressive bloke!
Harry
‘Hayseed’ Hogg
(apologies
to Henry Lawson)
