"Chante hopped down and entered the corridor, stopping in the doorway of Mayor Julia's office.  She stood there for several long moments, looking at the chair where Julia sat. Slowly her teeth bared, the fur around her neck bristled, and a low, gutteral sound emanated from her throat. She entered the office, sniffing at the cushion. Circling the chair, the stream of urine came as naturally as breathing. Moving to the doorway, Chante released another stream, bending down to sniff the warm liquid that now marked her territory.

What do we call it when appointed local government managers literall control the city, censor information directed to the City Council, humiliate the newly elected mayor on the evening television news, appoint each other to high positions, award contracts to associates and accept part-time employment with the contractor?  And how about when they waive costly development fees for friends and relatives, and then politely deny everything with a blatant lie and a sweet smile, beneath a facade of honor, integrity, and religious piety?

We call it grass roots
politics in America!