History and Whores

Well, that's not your normal blog-entry title. Not mine, anyway.

Tonight, I'm attending a meeting of our city council and mayor. We have a lovely (although in somewhat (repairable) disrepair) building overlooking our town square. Called Old Town Hall, it's one of the original buildings in town. It's got style; more importantly, it's got history.

Some developers own the land right behind it, and they intend to build a strip mall there. Without getting into the ethics and aesthetics of building yet another strip mall (because ethically and aesthetically, it's the worst idea since the Burger King Quad Bacon Cheese Burger (which in and of itself is the worst idea since protoplasm first squirted onshore and said "Hey, "where's all the feces"?)), a developer's conundrum has arisen....mainly in that this fine historic building will obscure the view of their benighted strip mall.

Ahem.

So. Said developer has proposed moving the Old Town Hall, so that the lovely view of concrete won't be obscured by history and style.

It gets worse.

The developer wants to move the building to the center of our 'historical village', which would use up all the remaining green space in the historical village.

So, in recap, our mayor et al want to a)make us see a strip mall, b) move a historic building from its historic home, and c) wipe out the green space of one of our other historic treasures.

All in pursuit of money.