I thought I had explained how the issue was resolved, they passed their rule and then didn't enforce it. They probably didn't need to pass the rule because if they hadn't and if another cat problem arose, which hasn't happened, they could always have gotten rid of the person on a nuisance rule. They didn't need to pass the rule, but they were wise to let it slide once they did.
The reason Beagles finds so many articles about immigration is that the flames are being fanned by his ilk. There are many more articles about Trump trampling on the constitution but Beagles seems to have no problem with that. I have often read Beagles saying that things that don't impinge on him in the swamp don't bother him. Since there has been no news of ketchup bottles disappearing from the tabletops of Cheboygan and being replaced by salsa I assume he is not being impinged. Myself I live in a place a lot of those peoples are coming to, and I have to tell Beagles I have no problem with it at all.
Once the Clean Slate took power there was anticipation that vengeance would be wreaked upon the evil queen who had wasted our money on trivial crap and there was some suspicion that that some of the things she did weren't quite legal, and many of us expected an investigation. Myself I was all for putting her on a combustible boat in the river an shooting fire arrows at it, but that's just me. None of those things ever happened, and I expect that the new board members did not want to set a precedent in case they, ahem, found themselves in similar circumstances.
But in the afterglow of triumph of the Resistance a thousand flowers were blooming. I was only a minor peon but I got on the social committee and I got to have my Marina City Art Club. I had envisioned a bunch of artistes all working together in our preferred media and pausing to discuss finer points of Art, but what I got is more like a small group of people who daub at paper while they exchange the gossip of the day, but I've kept it going for about six years now.
During the dark days of the evil queen there had been almost no social activities. There were no movies, no clubs, no activities, no newsletter, nothing where the community could get together. We at the social committee aimed to end all that, I thought I had an idea for a fun activity where that could happen, how about if we had like a party before Easter where we all got together and dyed eggs and handed out Easter candy. The other members of the social committee thought it was a good idea, but then nothing happened. Well shit. But then one afternoon walking out of the building it hit me, why don't I do it myself?
There was a woman who did Ukrainian, or was it Lithuanian (they both look alike to me, but it makes a big difference to the Ukranians and the Lithuanians) Easter eggs, and I enlisted her. I had my little cadre of Art Clubbers and I enlisted them in buying and hard boiling eggs and buying candy and dyes and Easter crapola, and making posters and it was a pretty good success, and the yearly Eggstravaganza was born. Six months later came the Punkin Palooza, and they are entering their sixth year now There was a Valentine's Day Vavaboom, but that got zero attendance so I don't speak of that often.
My my, this goes on and on, and I hope I am not boring the dawgs, but once I get started on a story I just can't end until its finished. If the dawgs, or as Beagles calls us, esteemed colleagues, want to discuss something else they are of course welcome.
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