Niagara Gazette — But this is now.
Now nobody’s eating lunch at all, well, at least not at St. John’s.
That’s right, the nice guy who won the vote to represent his district with no other qualifications than he was a nice guy, openly sobbed. And I heard that they were pretty nice tears, too.
To some, that may have been quite touching. I can almost hear them saying, “Oh, he loved those seniors so much that, when he could not save them, he wept for them.”
I say, “Yeah, he cried alright. He cried all the way to the bank.” He got paid to cry.
We pay our government officials — not for being nice but for being successful. And thus far, I have not seen a single success that he has brought back from Lockport with him.
Now brace yourselves.
Neither you nor I would have ever expected to hear this coming out of my mouth, but in this case, those seniors at St. John’s would have been far better served had Kimble remained in office.
Whereas, in that committee meeting where Steed apparently thought that he was in some Romper Room nursery someplace, Kimble would have been teaching class. She would have been the one to leave that room, smiling and tearless with a still-opened Chat and Chew at St. John’s. That is, if those legislators even had the stones to bring it up the subject of closing the facility — which they probably would not have done so.
It would have been the legislators who wanted to vote to close the facility in that committee room who would have been left crying and having nightmares when Kimble left, instead of quietly giggling at Steed’s tears.
So come on Steed, it’s morning in Niagara. Man up — at least to the degree that the woman who preceded you “manned up.” Make up your mind if you want to be a stallion or a gelding? Haven’t we constituents already shed enough tears because of things closing in this city? Do we really need you in Lockport crying, too?