An open letter to Mayor Roll

Mayor Roll, in my opinion you and your cronies should move to another city and spoil it. You know, I doubt if you could find a city to take you. If you would just take your job seriously, we might get somewhere, but you are so busy trying to show the power you shouldn’t have, you don’t have time for business.

If you were less anxious to retaliate against fellow board members and more interested in the problems of this city you might be able to do something to help solve the problems we’re going through. Please tell us what you are accomplishing by this attitude of yours. We’ve had some doubtful mayors in the past, but boy, you take the cake.

Where do you think you have the right to dominate meetings, cancel meetings, decide what can be on the agenda, overlook the rights of your fellow council members and just do your own thing? We did not put a crown on your head when we gave you this office. We did not give your buddies the right, either. I can’t understand why, after your behavior, the citizens of this town haven’t put their boot on your behind and bounced you out of office.

I have watched you totally ignore the wishes of the people while you impose your will upon them. If they want to stand up in a council meeting and speak their piece they should be allowed to do that. It’s called freedom of speech. I notice you always take your turn, but you try to shut off other. How do you expect to accomplish anything when you act like a bully?

I don’t know you, Mayor Roll, and I don’t care to. I don’t know the ones who follow you and I don’t care to know them, either. All I see out of any of you is a desire to try to destroy a man to accomplish nothing in the jobs we hired you to do. I do know a woman who served on the council and always thought very highly of her, but I understand she was also involved in the persecution of Councilman Olsen. She was such a wonderful woman, I would love to hear her side of the story.

Your actions make me so angry that I just want to rail at you, but I have to stop. I need a beer. Oh, wait, I don’t drink. I guess I’ll have to have a glass of milk or some geritol.

— Lynda Bradshaw,

Libby