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This is the holiday season. Nobody is working hard. Drinking hard is another matter. But politics never ceases. It is worse than COVID in it refusal to go away.

So what's up?

The City of Brownsville has dismissed the entire Greater Brownsville Incentives Corporation (GBIC) without a whimper from the seven humiliated individuals. The mayor and his six commissioners are now filling the seven vacant seats. They fired the seven previous members because they refused to terminate GBIC CEO Mario Lozoya. If the city went to the extreme of humbling seven respected citizens for refusing to follow its whispered mandate, will they fire Lozoya?

TSC and the BND are content with their boards in the wake of the elections. Races at both entities avoided nasty confrontations and bloody controversies. It's business as usual at the community college and port as leadership at the two institutions have the full support of its boards.

The BISD can never escape controversy. The district controls too many jobs and can make millionaires out of individuals and companies when it dispenses its $550 million annual budget. The voters chose stability over insanity in November. The thought of Erasmo Castro, Carlos Elizondo and Viro Cardenas as board members was a nightmare that the electorate rejected by huge margins. The district is going through a honeymoon period and everyone is content to smell the roses. And there is the unending curiosity about Dr. Sylvia Atkinson's fate as she awaits her sentencing for taking kickbacks as a board member.

County Judge Eddie Treviño seems to spend most his time counting the dead from Coronavirus. You can be assured that when everything appears to be quiet, the greedy Treviño is operating nosily behind the scenes. 

Everybody agrees that John Bruciak and his two overpaid henchmen at PUB should be fired for lying about the $550 million Tenaska scam, but those in power appear powerless to act. This debacle has been ten times worse than Titan Tire and the Bridge to Nowhere combined, but the gringo Bruciak and his two bandido buddies aren't held responsible for this white-collar heist.

What else is going on around the Third World Capital of the United States? Downtown is reviving, but a surging COVID may bring it to its knees again. Matamoros remains a mess. On the northside La Pampa, Toscafino, Mi Pueblito and the more popular chains are doing a brisk business. If we're going to die tomorrow from the pandemic, let's live today.

And nobody is complaining about the weather. As the Christmas song goes, "It's the most wonderful time of the year..."   

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