Liar, liar pants on fire!
Makes you think of playgrounds and recess, unless you went to Frankfort’s town hearing to discuss the proposed wind ordinance. Like the calm before a storm, it was a cooperative and quiet meeting. The overall atmosphere was sad.
It was hard to hear a mother’s story of her children on medications and the agitation of her elderly grandmother living with dementia. It was hard to hear the cracking voices from residents trying to get their words out, into the microphone, without choking up. It was hard to avoid the tears from welling up as we listened to the pleas for neighbors to look out for each other.
Travis Bullard, Eolian’s Senior Development Manager, thanked the ordinance committee for its hard work. He tried to reassure us that Eolian would protect us and said that we didn’t need to worry. This song and dance reminds me of the character Squealer in George Orwell’s “Animal Farm.”
Travis appeared sympathetic until the meeting ended, that is. Liar, liar pants on fire is still sung in schools. Only at the Frankfort Elementary School, instead of a child, Eolian’s own salesman, Travis, was singing it.
Telling a committee member to stop lying lacked professionalism and displayed the true colors of the salesman. The implications of his actions weren’t captivated by the news reporters. Before Mount Waldo is blasted and the turbines are erected, I hope Frankfort chooses to protect each other by voting for the wind ordinance.
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