“Cornithaca County” is a fictitious name for a real future. The first part of this book will contain stories, games, jokes, and activities that dissect the actions and intent of elitist policy making in the county. The second part will document actual incidents and issues that raise questions about the conduct of those who have been entrusted with the welfare of the public at large. At the end of the book, I will present a powerful circumstantial case — and a chilling denouement.
My bio should to start here:
“Early Sunday morning, June 4, 2017, I was sicker than I had ever been before. Too sick to even bend over, as I vomited all over the toilet, myself, and the bathroom floor — and I didn’t even care.”
This was the aftermath of being engulfed in a cloud of Roundup from a giant agricultural sprayer while I was mowing my lawn the previous afternoon.
The incident motivated me to write “You Know You Live near a Factory Farm When Your Kids Go Fishing with a Pool Skimmer” — a picture book with large print and cautionary captions. “Family Farm Fun” is the second book in the Factory Farm series.
At this same time I grew increasingly aware of the treatment that the rural community in the town was receiving, and began my blog on elitist policy making: Rural Tompkins County — The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Credentials.
As for right now, what should I do next?
I think I’ll go to my favorite pub. Maybe there’s someone there who hasn’t heard my story.
My brother says, “Good luck with that!”
A University Town sent out word to the planners of all the neighboring towns in the county, saying that it had decided on best way to unify the county and distribute the burdens and benefits among its peoples. All the planners hurried to the conference. The University Town spoke forcefully: “These are complicated and difficult questions, and I am more knowledgeable than any of you. You should give me the authority to write the comprehensive plans for all of your towns.” The visiting planners, flattered at the offer [and happy to be relieved of the work] returned home and convinced the others it was in their best interest to do this. Then the University Town called another conference and revealed their Plan for sharing the benefits: “One part is for me in my capacity as the University Town that Defines the County; the second is mine as the Acknowledged Leader Who Writes the Plans; another share comes to me through my Redistricting of the County Legislature, and the last share, well, as for that, which of you dares risk their career by opposing Me?”
"Humph," grumbled one planner, walking away with his tail between his legs, and thinking of what excuses he could make, "You may share the burdens of the great, but you will not share the benefits."