The usual
The gang up at Halitosis Hall certainly didn't disappoint in the usual
end-of-session frenzy last week. As URI political science professor Maureen
Moakley pointed out last week on Deadly Experiment, most state
legislatures act just like our solons in the Biggest Little, holding off until
the last minute to unload a pile of bills in the final days and fly under the
radar of public scrutiny.
But they don't all come up with vaguely worded bills to shovel $10
million-plus, courtesy of the Convention Center Authority, toward the likes of
a Vinnie "Family Man" Mesolella to aid a hotel development project. This little
piece of dubious legislation, introduced by John Celona, chairman of the Senate
Corporations Committee, materialized on the evening of June 27 with a
two-sentence "explanation" that didn't even mention a hotel. The Senate
approved the measure, 43-0, after Celona explained that there were no
objections in his committee the preceding day.
This little item, duly reported for what it was in the Other Paper, was so
embarrassing that even the tough-to-embarrass Senate majority leader, Bill
"Napoleon Jr." Irons, felt compelled to apologize post facto (albeit at 1:30 in
the morning), for an "innocent error" in not more fully explaining the bill. As
we have come to expect in the closing days of a legislative session, so many
innocent errors, so little time.
Another piece of legislation being closely watched by your superior
correspondents, as well as many people in the labor community, was the measure
to limit mandatory overtime for health care employees. The Senate and House
both passed legislation, but were unable to craft a single measure before time
ran out.
It wasn't all bad news, however. Senator Catherine Graziano's proposal to
force women to wait 24 hours before seeking abortions -- to receive more
information on the procedure and publicly post the intended doctor's identity
(a particularly heinous provision) -- never got a hearing in House Judiciary
and was thus killed for this session. Anti-abortion zealot Graziano vows that
she'll be back next session with something similar. Perhaps she should come up
with a more honest title than the "Women Right to Know Act," something like,
"The Doctors Right to be Threatened Act."
Best wishes
Phillipe and Jorge are absolutely appalled at some of the bad thoughts we've
heard uttered about Dick Cheney since he suffered his latest heart problem.
Certainly, no matter which political party you're associated with, no one
should have to put up with hearing people say things like, "I hope that bastard
drops dead tomorrow and rots in hell."
How could anyone possibly hope that harm might come to a wonderful man who
once voted against banning "cop killer" bullets, who voted to kill a US request
that the South African government release Nelson Mandela from Robben Island
Prison, and who's married to a sweetheart of a gal who writes steamy accounts
of girl-on-girl sex in her novels while being in angry public denial that her
own daughter is a lesbian?
We don't care if Big Time's removal from office, either through his own choice
or his heart running up the flag, would result in Dubya Bush becoming president
-- our thoughts are with you, Dickie.
Notoriety beat
A number of stories you'll want to keep your eye on in the coming weeks:
* The allegation by 18-year-old Jesse Ousley that he was beaten up by an
off-duty Lincoln police officer because he is gay. Ousley filed a million
dollar lawsuit against the town. He was walking down the street, holding hands
with his boyfriend when, he alleges, he was accosted and subsequently beaten.
Lincoln Town Solicitor Mark Krieger (who, we suspect, doesn't know what he's
talking about, but does understand that his job is to protect the legal ass of
Lincoln) has been quoted as saying that there's "no merit" to Ousley's claim,
although initial reports indicate that there were a number of witnesses to the
incident.
* The one about the two former executives for the Wembley USA corporation, who
are suing their former employers, alleging unusual payments to a Vo Dilun
lawyer regarding the Lincoln Greyhound track. That attorney would be Dan
McKinnon, Pucky Harwood's law partner. This story's got it all: gambling policy
and potential conflict of interest, in addition to dogs, legislators, and
attorneys all prancing around on all fours.
* From the "what's wrong with this picture?" department comes Neal Travis's
report in the New York Post that Sylvester Stallone's Rocky might
be the next old movie turned into a Broadway musical. Stallone is a bit long in
the tooth (and short in the stage charisma department) to take on the title
role, so Travis suggests Luke Perry for the title role. P&J's pick for the
stage Rocky? Hope Valley's own Billy Gilman, who, right around now, needs a
good punch in the head.
The white paper
As Economic Development Corporation employees jump ship faster than a pack of
rats, Steamy Tom Schumpert continues to defy AG Sheldon Whitehouse's order to
make public the infamous Quonset Point "white paper" (Governor Bigfoot's
smoking gun). The repercussions can be seen with the Quonset Point/ Davisville
advisory committee, which now contains a number of infuriated legislators. The
premise offered by the latest shyster of the week, EDC lawyer Adrienne
Southgate, is that the white paper was never officially submitted as part of
the Missing Linc's budget.
This stalling tactic is quite obviously being used to spare Bigfoot
embarrassment over the fact that he and the EDC have, from the git-go, never
seriously evaluated any option for QP other than a container port, despite
their protestations to the contrary. Well, thanks to the complicity of the
legislature and the House Finance Committee, the guv got $1.5 million for his
premature and patently unwarranted environmental impact study. The revelation
of the white paper's contents would have foiled this gambit and revealed how
Linc was traveling under false colors.
The only bright side to the EIS vote is that Big Linc didn't get the $3
million he first requested, and that Tony Pires, chairman of the House Finance
Committee, has effectively ended his longshot bid to become the Democratic
gubernatorial candidate in 2002. Sorry, Tony, but opponents of the bill won't
forget your cheap charade of proposed opposition when they go to the polls in
the primary.
Grim Reaper, hard at work
Yes, it has been a busy time for the Grim Reaper. John Lee Hooker, the blues
patriarch; Chet Atkins, the great guitarist and country music legend; Joe
Henderson, the fine tenor saxophonist; Charles S. Whitehouse, former ambassador
to Laos and Thailand. and father of our attorney general, all passed away in
recent days. And then there was the BeloJo's legendary Al Johnson, a pro's pro,
and someone who everyone in the print news business admired and respected.
Your superior correspondents met Johnson only a few times, but we were well
aware of the esteem he was held in by the ink-stained wretches of Fountain
Street, who understood they'd never see another of his kind.
Jorge has found memories of the great John Lee Hooker. During what seems like
another lifetime, Jorge, in his earlier guise as a musician, played an outdoor
festival gig with Hooker back in 1971. The legendary bluesman seemed pretty old
then, but one got the sense that he would roll on forever. He seemed a modest
and soft-spoken man who just burned it up when he got on stage. We'll miss
him.
Profiles in discouragement
Is anyone at all surprised to learn, in the preliminary reports on racial
profiling, that it appears minority drivers are indeed stopped at a much higher
rate than whites? It will be interesting to watch the spin on this as more
information becomes available. Fortunately, the House didn't take up the bill
to make seatbelt violations a primary reason for stopping a car after the
legislation was passed in the Senate. This could have mucked up efforts to get
at the bottom of racial profiling. Certainly, that's what a lot of folks in the
minority community think, and P&J believe there is more than a little truth
to the observation.
Intern trouble
As professional journalists (cough, cough), Phillipe and Jorge naturally have a
great deal of care and respect for our profession. So we were appalled to learn
that two of the Urinal's summer interns were recently dismissed for failing he
paper's drug test. One aspiring Jimmy Olsen was dismissed for showing traces of
Ecstasy, while the other was nailed for using pot. As one veteran Urinal
reporter quipped to P&J, "It's a good thing they weren't having reporters
peeing in a cup 17 years ago, or they wouldn't have had anyone to write the
paper." Had the interns only looked to their superiors and modeled their
abstemious behavior, we're sure they would have avoided these pitfalls.
Still, P&J are shocked, shocked, to discover that anyone at the Other
Paper should be using illegal drugs! Hey, are you gonna pass that thing our way
or not?
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