As election draws near, there’s plenty of room to self-appoint yourself to the Representative Town Meeting. It’s not surprising that no normal person desires such an honor; it involves hours of listening to the same wannabe junior pols droning on and on with nothing of substance to say, then serving as a rubber stamp for decisions already made by your betters. I suffered through two terms of such nonsense years ago out of a vague sense of civic duty and, having left such foolish things behind me, it’s discouraging to see that the same people – people who, just because the four speakers before them said exactly what they were going to say can’t resist saying it again – are still there every fourth Monday of the year, dishing out more of the same. I don’t know how to encourage people to serve on the RTM and dislodge these blowhard pretenders, unless it’s to give the RTM real power over the governance of this town, and that will never happen.
But at least we can draw some humor from the sight of some of these clowns strutting around town, chests puffed out, proclaiming themselves to be “elected officers of the Town of Greenwich”. When anyone at all, including your dog, can be “elected” merely by filling out a candidate form, the adjective “elected” seems a tad too fancy. Perhaps “showed up”, or “what else do I have to do?” would better describe the process and the people.