A Dose of Common Sense in Citrus County

      Now, folks, if there’s one thing that gets my goat, it’s when I see a bunch of bureaucrats acting like they need something to do. Take the Citrus County Board of County Commissioners, for example. They’ve decided that they need to fix the public comment times at their meetings. I mean, really? Are we out of pressing issues that we must fuss over how long folks can talk about the potholes in their roads?


     Let’s break this down. You’ve got a county full of hardworking folks who just want to have their voices heard. They come to these meetings, and instead of getting the chance to air their grievances about rising taxes or the lack of streetlights, they find themselves caught in a bureaucratic tango over how long they can yak. It’s like going to a fancy restaurant and being told you can only order the breadsticks for 30 seconds. What’s the point?

     I get it, structure is important. We can’t have every meeting turning into a free-for-all where every citizen feels the need to recite their life story. But surely, we can do better than this. What happened to common sense? It’s like these commissioners are so engrossed in their own little world of rules and regulations that they’ve forgotten why they’re there in the first place. They’re elected to serve the people, not to play gatekeepers of public opinion.

     And let’s not kid ourselves; there’s more at stake here than just a few minutes on the clock. It’s about transparency, community engagement, and allowing the citizens of Citrus County to express their concerns without feeling like they’re on borrowed time. The people want to be heard, and they deserve more than a stopwatch ticking down their precious seconds.

     Instead of wasting time on tweaking comment periods, how about spending it on real issues? Things like improving infrastructure, supporting local businesses, or finding ways to keep our beautiful Citrus County clean and green. I’d like to see our commissioners roll up their sleeves and get to work on the stuff that really matters, instead of fiddling with the clock.

     Common sense shouldn’t be on the endangered species list in Citrus County. Let’s bring it back, one public comment at a time. The amount of time someone takes to speak should be the least of our worries. It’s time to focus on what truly matters: serving the community.


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