When You Find Yourself In a Hole, Stop Digging.

Oh, the goings on in Biscayne Park.

As you know, Tracy Truppman pathetically blocked a Commission meeting this past Tuesday.  Either she was warding off the swearing in of two new Commissioners, or she was buying a little time to finish getting rid of Dan Samaria, or both.

Tracy did not make any friends with her Tuesday antic.  Well, she slid her Rebecca Rodriguez a little more of our Village money, but she didn't make any other friends.  Will Tudor didn't make any friends, either.  Rebecca took considerable liberties regarding the Village Charter, and she interpreted that a Commission meeting would be necessary to certify the new Commissioners.  Will took Rebecca's advice, no questions asked.  He was about the only person in a packed room to be willing to do that.

Today, Ginny O'Halpin and Mac Kennedy demanded to be installed, which they legally could, because Rebecca's advice was grossly wrong, and that happened.  For incomprehesible reasons, Ginny and Mac were sworn in and installed separately, and neither was in the room when the other was sworn and installed.  After each of them signed their acceptance of their new position, each identically, and immediately, asked Village manager Krishan Manners to call a meeting for tomorrow, and each identically asked for one agenda item: election of a mayor.

Because the requested meeting would be a special one, and on short notice, four of the five Commissioners are required to agree to it.  It remains to be seen if Tracy and Will will coincidentally refuse to agree to this meeting.  (Note the title of this post.)

In the meantime, I received a link to a Miami Herald column all about Tuesday's aborted meeting, and the restless and angry natives who were there.  And the anger at Tracy Truppman.  (One of our former BP neighbors wrote to me regarding the Herald article, to ask me if BP had gone "bananas.")  The article included a prominent photograph of Tracy.  The author did not know about the movement to get Ginny and Mac certified and sworn.  And he certainly didn't know that happened today, and that both of them want a Commission meeting.  Tomorrow.  To vote for a mayor.  An effort Tracy has a chance to try to frustrate.  After her one hope, Rafael Ciordia, became an example of how little juice Tracy has any more in the Village.  But still, Tracy can try to delay this.  (Note the title of this post.)

So, we'll either have a meeting tomorrow (Tracy and Will will stop fighting the inevitable), or it will be some other day, or we won't have a January meeting, but we'll have a February meeting.  Something will happen.  And we can all breathe again.  No one will be blackballed from boards, or otherwise punished for criticizing Big Sister.  There won't be any more foolish efforts to push through Charter changes that no one supports, and grossly inappropriate Village residents to pretend to be interested in the Charter.  Or the Village.

We'll see whether or not Tracy, and Will, can have any decency and respect, or appreciation of which way the wind is blowing.  Or if they still want to crusade.  They don't take advice from me, but if they did, I would tell them to read the title of this post.