For several reasons I just can not let go of last night’s city councilmen meeting; topic-request for funds from outside agencies. I don’t know if it was councilmen Cournoyer’s remark about shooting stray cats. His strong arm tactic of raising his voice to every woman who approached the podium or just his blatant lack of respect for anyone other than himself. I had been in virgin territory, I admit, when attending only my second big city of Franklin Council-Retire-Men meeting. Thank god I have medications that I take for my ailments. Charlie C., seems to have missed a few doses. He single-handedly lit into a representative from C.A.P. A woman of course. He than grumbled about, “well we give you guys a place to hang a sign don’t we?” C.A.P. rep., was aghast, as was I. Of course, you give the wonderful folks down at Community Action Program a place to call home! They do all your dirty work! Charlie must have leveled out on the Lithium for the next two speakers requesting monies from the city were given a chance to represent themselves. Oh, wait, Charlie didn’t just level out, the next two speakers were men. Now, it’s all making sense. By the time I approached the bench, nose pierced, skin art and rainbow happy, Charlie had had just about enough. “Who are you? Where did you come from? Do you even live in the city of Franklin?” Geez, I hit pay dirt! This lunatic, after hearing of my sincere desire to keep an Animal Shelter in Franklin, decided I was a lesbian spawn that needed to be evicted. In ending, all the boys had their way with me. Yammering back and forth about stray cats and shooting them. I guess the most unfortunate part to this whole verbal defecation via Mr. Cournoyer is we have him until 2015. Look out ladies, Charles is in Charge!