With the municipal elections over, it is almost time to start thinking about next year’s midterm contests. Almost, but not yet.
In watching the Englewood City Council races, I was disappointed to see so few candidates show at a recent forum presented by Englewood Citizens for Open Government.
Many in Englewood consider ECOG to be a pariah, but it was not just contrarian ECOG supporters who were in attendance at this uniquely “spirited” debate at Moe’s Original Barbecue. The audience constituted a wide range of interested locals, most well intentioned and simply trying to engage as informed citizens.
Moderator Greg Reinke is a Littleton figure who did not—and would not—have allowed the forum to become a one-sided skewering of ECOG’s political opponents, though ECOG activists were clearly there to pepper the candidates with pointed questions.
Either way, for a would-be public servant to ignore any constituency of a given community is wrong-headed and arrogant, not to mention cowardly.
Kudos to District 4’s Rick Gillit and Dave Cuesta, the only two council candidates who bothered to show up—and their debate on the nature of a city budget was as fiery as the barbecue and worthy of an Irish pub.
Too bad that race ended in a negative, poorly attributed Cuesta-sponsored robo-call.
Speaking of politics, it has become truly amazing how widespread allegations of sexual harassment have reached all the way from U.S. Rep. John Conyers to President Trump, and from U.S. Sen. Al Franken to Centennial’s own state Sen. Jack Tate.
With even Charlie Rose and Garrison Keillor now banished from public life, might it be easier to simply call out the powerful men who have not been accused of sexual impropriety?
Here’s to Mr. Rogers and Jim Nabors!
[Whoops, they’re both dead.]
Seriously, the near-daily revelations of powerful sexual predators are a healthy sign of our society—rather suddenly—turning a corner on its tolerance of sexual abuse. I personally salute the women who have come forward with the courage to call it out.
A concern, of course, is the pendulum may swing too far in the other direction, to the point where men and women are afraid of any interaction at all in the workplace. That said, there should always be a clear and obvious line between the pleasant compliment and Weinstein-esque vulgarity.
Forgive my trespass, but I am also left with one final, but nagging, rather technical thought on this subject, albeit one that is politically incorrect, but honest:
When it comes to “unwanted sexual advances,” how does one really know they are unwanted until they advance?
Alright, don’t shoot me. Just sayin’.
Neither fish nor fowl—former Englewood cop Megan Feeback in happier times. File photo
On a lighter note, sometimes a newspaper must settle for whatever photo it can find when somebody gets into trouble.
After former Englewood policewoman Megan Feeback was sentenced to 50 hours of community service for abuse of public records, the only photo we could find was her smiling while inexplicably holding a stuffed fish and a decorative owl.
Although we cropped it for the story, we have unearthed the original for this column.
Also on the lighter side, it has come to our attention that we have now had four issues of The Villager in a row that have at least mentioned The Brady Bunch—whoops, make that five.
[Most noted was my interview with actor Christopher Knight.]
Can we make it six?
C’mon, Maureen McCormick. Arapahoe County waits for you, like a football to the nose.
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