Here in small town USA, I met a fellow in the 90's who had a computer shop in town and also wrote for a
local newspaper at the time. He was educated, smart and a genuine wit - and usually was the smartest guy
in whatever room he walked into, although he never acted like it. He had integrity and was raised right...
He had a razor-sharp funny bone and he and I hit it off from the get-go.
His forte' with his writing in those days was digging out and reporting on local corruption in government and
he was darn good at it. I actually helped him with such stuff from time to time, too - I saw the need in this
town that has the typical clique of "insiders" that circle the wagons around one another.
He'd swear he'd never run for office in those days - he was as disgusted with them as I was.
Well, over the years, that all changed.
He came under pressure from the powers that be, mostly because he did all his business and personal banking
with the locally-based (and eventually, federally investigated) bank that was run by a powerful "Boss Hogg" type.
He eventually quit the small paper and the other partner of that paper actually took his family and moved out
of state from the threats and pressure...
One day, he decides to run for an empty spot on the town Aldermen list and won (he's quite the popular fella
in town, anyways) and I saw "the change" begin in him. He became a little more arrogant, a little more
stand-offish - and with time, began to believe his own "press".
I'd still see him sometimes and we'd goof on each other as always - but it was changing....
Then he ran for county mayor, which blew my mind - especially when he had spent so much time ragging on
us "county folks" that he saw as inferior rednecks to the more sophisticated townies, you know.
At that point, the change in him - that exponentially-inflated ego of his formerly humble self - got to be more
than I could stand and I started calling him "Pillar" (of the community, get it?) in an effort to get him mindful
of just how insufferable he was becoming.
It didn't work....and he started resenting me as an instigator instead.
Final straw was recently, when the county commissioners tried to pass our first "pandora's box" of a resolution
that would have introduced not only zoning but a whole host of other regulations as well.
Come to find out, he was behind that...
Me being me, the moment I found out about it, I joined forces with other fiercely independent folks out here
and raised pure hell about it, to the point the elected folks began fearing for their safety (there was no actual
threat; they just precious snowflaked on the whole thing and over-reacted).
Eventually, the resolution was withdrawn amongst all sorts of promises to "never bring it up again".
Yeah, horseshit...but we're watching now, which is a good thing.
There was huge outcry for him to resign, to be recalled...hell, some wanted a rope and a tree.
How did my former good friend the county mayor deal with all the backlash?
By trying to claim he had simply overlooked what was in the resolution, like he was dumb or some such.
Yeah - smartest guy in the room, who had secretly pushed it to begin with, "missed" what was in it, eh?
No he didn't - and although he apologized, he wasn't actualy sorry for some fabled "mistake" - he was
sorry they got caught before sneaking that bill through, simply put.
I actually tried to stem some of the more vitriolic hatred amongst the pissed off and become a sort of
mediator between him and the public he serves - and instead, both sides started to turn on me.
Didn't matter - as a voice of reason, I was just satisfied the bill got squashed.
My last recent conversation with my former good friend, just recently, ended with my telling him out
of frustration (and yes, sadness) how much he had changed into that which he swore 25 years ago he
never would - "you've changed from the man I grew to admire so much in those days" I said.
He shot back with "that's the problem with you, Ed - you haven't changed a bit".
He meant it as some sort of ultimate put-down....
Instead, I took it as a form of praise - my own integrity hadn't wavered and I never succumbed to
any pressure and wound up selling out as he had.
We haven't spoken since. Sad, but I'm good with it.