Like many another whacko politician, I have been running for Mayor of Newmarket, not so much in the privacy of my mind, but, like a psychotic, actually doing it, with terrible results. So far, I have had three attempts on my life, have lost my position as a privat-docent at Seneca College, have had my campaign office burned to the ground and was nearly killed while trying to see Bill Clinton in Little Rock, Arkansas.
Some guys have all the luck.
All of this changes your world view. I think Norman Mailer says somewhere that when you are bright and about twenty-seven, you start off being parnoid. Then as you mature and become a force in the world, paranoia turns into reality. They really are out to get you.
Reinforced by that knowledge, and the recent resignation of Ontario's finance minister under a cloud of allegations, I'd like to posit to you that Regional Councils in Ontario are the children of the province. And if the province and the Cosa Nostra are in cahoots, boy, are we in trouble.
What follows is an organization chart of York Region's Council.