Oh, stop with this drivel. The anarchists don't swarm the streets every night when each and every single one of Kendall's Bestest and Brightingest™ exits the Alewife rotary at 6:00 sharp in the densest-by-brainpower fucking traffic jam God in his wildest dreams ever created to drive home to their Google home-automated abodes in Acton every night. Jesus Christ...who spends so much of their time jerking off to this kind of fantasy? I guarantee I have watched hundreds more hours of Council meetings on CCTV than you from my nightly insomnia habit over a collective greater-than decade as a City resident. It is no more or less fraught a body politic than any other place of similar size or complexity. Just as the mixture of the City's populous is a whole lot more diverse in background and interest to make anyone who actually lives there want to waste their fucking time daydreaming up this whole Earth Three alt-universe slavish bootlicking in wonderment to just how gosh-darn Innovativer-than-thou those Kendall boys are and how we can be more like them. There's too much shit to do on those streets than spending all day blowing rhetorical bubbles.
Cambridge is not MIT. The fact that it is quite very comfortable not Borg-assimilating with the brains is neither bug nor feature of Cambridge. It just is. While I have long shared the puzzlement of many fellow Cantabrigians as to how and why Alewife ended up the planning Twilight Zone that induces such instantaneous brainlock with local institutions, in general dev decisions there are the same "Win Some, Lose Some, But Win More Than You Lose And Trundle Forward" proposition as they are damn near everywhere. Not always a joy to watch getting hashed out, but the hits continue to outnumber the misses after a couple decades of swings. If anything the comparably very weak city government makes the use of hyperbole in Council meetings a quirky local way of working the whip count, but there are no more or less born idjits slipping through on election day than anywhere else. Boston is where they kept finding excuses to let Bill Linehan occupy space every 2 years...not Cambridge.
Though you know Cambridge Council meetings have refreshingly few of? ."Old Man Yells At Cloud"-type characters speaking up to soapbox barely-concealed tangents of outright bigotry amid an ostensibly NIMBY stump speech. You know...that type of archetypically suburban animal. Who every once in awhile ends up getting himself elected to town gov't in a bottom-barrel participation townie election, where he then keeps making the news only for the horrible things that keep spilling out of his mouth alongside the drool. You know, I can't recall Cambridge ever electing a real Dapper O'Neil caricature, or one of his many MAGA hat-wearing offspring proliferating in the burbs' today. Voter turnout continues to be a touch high enough to cut down those weirdos early.