The latest dramas out of the Auckland Council's rift only serves as a reminder of what a pain in the bum councils are.
Find me a useful one. Show me the functioning council, full of happy campers, all on board with each other: respectful, productive, doing great things in the community.
You can't, there isn't one.
They seem to attract pen-pushing neighbourhood watch retirees or activists who're sick of placards and want to attend lots of meetings instead of protests. Although sometimes they do both - aka people with too much time on their hands.
They squabble like children stuck inside a wet classroom, sit on mountains of cash, yet spend it on all the wrong things, put rates and taxes up, refuse to mow berms, and generally just bicker amongst themselves.