“Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems
In a place that perhaps youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve seen in your dreams.
For the story that you are about to be told
Began with the holiday worlds of old.
Now, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve probably wondered where holidays come from.
If you havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d say itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s time you begun.
For holidays are the result of much fuss
And hard work for the worlds that create them for us.
Well, you see now, quite simply thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s all that they do–
Making one unique holiday, especially for you.
But once, a calamity ever so great occurred
When two holidays met by mistake.”
Well, in reality this story is not very old, but the theme certainly is.Ã‚Â This is a story of a man who rose to prominence on a sham.
John Moorlach once said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“The sky is falling, the sky is falling.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â At first no one believed him, and for good reason indeed. His predictions of gloom were a political scheme that unfortunately came true.Ã‚Â The masses believe him to be a savior, but a savior he is not.Ã‚Â
John Moorlach believes that government employees should be scorned and despised.Ã‚Â Let us all be warned, Moorlach is telling us lies.Ã‚Â His theories are false, and cruel in intent.
Our county workers simply seek a livable wage, fair benefits, and an occasional and moderate salary increase to keep up with inflation.
When he won his election in June, Moorlach pledged to wage war on the county workers and their Unions who opposed him. On Tuesday December 5th Moorlach took his oath of office as a member of the Board of Supervisors.Ã‚Â Within hours of that oath he launched his war, bringing upon our county workers, a Ã¢â‚¬Å“Nightmare Before Christmas.Ã¢â‚¬Â
The workers will fight, they will not be deterred.Ã‚Â They seek only whatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s fair, as most of us do.Ã‚Â They believe in the spirit of Christmas and continue to have faith; that this Nightmare before Christmas is just a bad dream; that though there isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t much time Christmas will be saved, and everything will work out just fine.
“And though this one Christmas things got out of hand,
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m still rather fond of that skeleton man.
So, many years later I thought IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d drop in,
And there was old John still looking quite thin,
With four or five skeleton children at hand
Playing strange little tunes in their xylophone band.
And I asked old John, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Do you remember the night
When the sky was so dark and the moon shone so bright?
When thousands of workers pretending to sleep
Nearly didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have Christmas at all, so to speak?
And would, if you could, turn that mighty clock back,
To that long, fateful night. Now, think carefully, John.
Would you do the whole thing all over again,
Knowing what you know now, knowing what you knew then?Ã¢â‚¬Â
And he smiled, turned and asked softly of me, Ã¢â‚¬Å“WouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you?Ã¢â‚¬Â