Recently I had the unfortunate experience of running into Simon Richardson while shopping at Woolies in Byron. A tentative smile came to his face and I scanned it for signs of smugness or condescension but all I saw was the proposition that politics is a cosmic joke, one that we might well share.
Sorry Simon; I can’t envisage ever sharing anything with a person whose betrayal outranks anything that Ian Kingston or Tom Wilson ever did – I suspect that Mandy Nolan would have easily won the seat for The Greens if you hadn’t compromised the credibility of the party locally by fraternising with the Nats, including those who dominate the Council’s senior staff.
By the way, are you perchance the author of that self-serving description used by your acolytes as being ‘progressive’ Greens, while the likes of Jan Barham are called ‘conservative’ or ‘dark’? If you wanted a new direction, why didn’t you start your own party instead of high-jacking Bob Brown’s good work and turning it to the furtherance of your personal ambition?
Betrayal leaves a bad taste Simon, and so do you. The State government has rewarded you by paying you to join an unrelated body that usurps the decision-making power of local councils. Indeed, it’s because you are a natural bureaucrat, no doubt, that you became a fan of Council’s senior staff in the first place and sold us down the river. Please don’t smile at me.
Why does the Echo continue to print the nasty vendettas of this objectionable bully? I’m no fan of Simon Richardsons’ but Fast Bucks is a has-been who never has not anything constructive to say for a long time.
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