Let us begin not with outrage but with a shrug—the shrug that echoes from the silence of elected councillors handed a 634-page agenda with three working days to digest, interrogate, and resolve it. This is not merely a matter of poor administrative timing or clerical overload. No, the real scandal is not in the bureaucratic gesture itself but in the cynical normalisation of such acts, and more terrifyingly, in the docile submission by those elected to resist them. There is a quiet apocalypse taking place in local democracy, and its soundtrack is the passive assent of councillors who have, perhaps unconsciously, chosen comfort over conflict, posture over principle.
