Marty scores points for bucking the trend
Did you see where Marty Walsh told Starbucks to take a hike and shut its avaricious eyes to the delicious possibility of plundering the ambiance of our historic North End?
Good for you, Marty! That was truly mayoral.
And you might have added that if there are any Krispy Kremes remaining in the area, they could take them with them.
We’re a Dunkin’ Donuts town.
What’s wrong with saying so?
As Popeye put it, “I am what I am.”
Granted, it’s hardly the biggest issue of the day, but it sure felt good to hear someone in a position of prominence saying what needed to be said.
That doesn’t happen much anymore.
“Many people fear nothing more terribly than to take a position which stands out sharply and clearly from the prevailing opinon,” Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. correctly noted during his showdowns with the world of Jim Crow. “The tendency of most is to adopt a view that is so ambiguous it will include everything and so popular it will include everyone.”
In other words, don’t rock the boat or draw uncomfortable attention to yourself.
And by all means, make sure you’re following the crowd.
That’s what Ayanna Pressley was doing in endorsing the idea of making Donald Trump supporters “uncomfortable” by confronting them in public.
Fortunately there’s minimal damage Ms. Pressley can do on the Boston City Council, but if she manages to upset U.S. Rep. Mike Capuano in September’s primary, she’s already served notice she’ll be a kindred spirit to the delusional likes of Nancy Pelosi and Maxine Waters.
In this bluest of all blue states, that plays well to the Starbucks crowd.
Don’t you see, Marty? It’s refreshing to hear a leader speak from the heart, saying what needs to be said, especially when most so-called leaders are terrified of saying it.
And here’s another thing our mayor might say: We were just subjected to the worst July 4 concert in memory!
It was like “Community Auditions.” Remember: “Star of the day, who will it be?”
What happened to Keith Lockhart’s red suspenders? He looked like a homeless person; viewers weren’t sure whether he was about to lead the band or bum a buck.
Thank goodness for Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture,” with soldiers firing cannons, and John Philip Sousa’s “The Stars and Stripes Forever” with Old Glory dropping down as jubilant revelers danced like Rockettes.
That was truly Boston, worth waiting for, but just barely.
How about saying that, too, Marty?
OK, maybe telling Starbucks to scram was enough for one day.