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Something Smells Fishy Here - May

Michael Drewniak
The Gnashing Sword
of St. Christopher Christie
'Operation Steal Pier' III

For clarification. This is not really a
photograph of Michael Drewniak.
'Operation Steal Pier" (Part III)
Michael Drewniak- The Gnashing Sword
of St. Christopher Christie


Extinction


Scott McKnight
Wild Weasel


Pop Goes The Mayor.


24.5 Million Reporter


The Seagull Crisis


Mad Poll Disease

GIVE ME AN AMEN!

Harry Hurley and the
Amazing Technicolor Smoke Machine
!
Harry's Defense of Rev. Gene Robinson

Little Bird
In The Big House

Necro-Nepotism
Alea Iacta Est

'LIVE FREE OR DIE'


Chicken to Debate
Norman Rockwell Americana


Republican Cut and Run on
Laura & Bill Ade

Paleo-Politicians
'Never Say Never'

The War on Christmas
Ho Ho Ho



WHERE'S THE DEBATE?


Napalm? Now That’s
an Incendiary Statement


Hurricane Katrina


Race to the Bottom Baiting

Shape Shifting Republican

Dead or Alive?
not Dead or Alive!


By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Sept. 24, 2006
Past Political Columns


A Spectacular Week



Bad To The Bone


Kirk and Frankie
Get Swanky in AC



This Week in Politics

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Feb. 3, 2007

What are our female freeholders doing on our behalf? Let me clue you in...

Last week Freeholder Cooper was sued after some really bad political strategy blew up in her face. Now she and her family are facing financial obliteration. Ahh well, she made her political bed and now she has to lay in it. Whoever was pimping Cooper out as a political tool should be taken to the woodshed and horse whipped.

That was last week. This week Freeholder April Sue Shilling a.k.a., the mean-old hag of the Brigantine Lighthouse, climbed into her mortor--- pestle in hand and offered $100 to anybody else, up to 10 people, who would also sue Cooper.

In April Sue's world you can't be sued enough! She wants more, more, more!

She reminds me of the mean girl in class who picked on the handicapped girl in class. Shame, shame, shame on you Suzie Q.

Isn't she lovely? That's exactly the kind of business our legislators should be involved in. Can you measure the depth of nastiness in this women? Is she letting others turn her into the worst kind of female sterotype possible? Bitchy, strident, trite.

Shilling probably had a lot of her friends slapping her on the back and telling her how clever and funny the idea was. But that's not how it's playing at the vegetable bin at my local supermarket. The women on the street are expressing disgust and disappointment.

"She's so nasty! I wonder how many hormones she taking. Are those cucumbers on sale?"

"She makes all women look bad, where is the fresh oregano?"

"No wonder we don't have tax relief, I can't afford these organic carrots."

Whoever is pimping Shilling out as a political tool should be taken to the woodshed and horsewhipped.

I don't know what forest Witch Shilling writhes in, but it must be inhabited by some awful nasty creatures. The kind of creatures that can persuade you to drop your dignity, bare your blood spattered teeth and shred humanity.

Shilling, a soon to be extinct duel-office holder, should have kept her mouth shut and her frizzy head down in the wake of the disaster wrought in Atlantic County by Freeholder Alisa Cooper. Shilling's giving up her position on the Board of Chosen Freeholders, but she's keeping her council position in Brigantine. Well, that's politics. Could this former cheerleader be bitter about this? You didn't hear a significant peep out of this broad until she began sucking the blood out of the neck of Cooper's goat and screaming like an ancient Baby Yaga.

Shrill, cheap, crass. Who's minding the multi-million dollar store down there at the Freeholder Board? It's not Shilling. If she's not doing her job as a freeholder, what the hell is she doing besides witch quipping in the press?

Now I know you are thinking that I am being a little hard on my own gender, maybe I am. I thought that having women participate in the legislative process would help the cause of the people. Women generally understand kid's issues and budgets and health care and senior care, they know how to stretch a dollar. Instead April Sue has become the standard bearers for every stereotype out there.

Shilling has let us all down. Instead of acting like an intelligent, dignified woman who is doing the people's business, she lowered herself to cheap political tricks...the kind the men use all the time.

Let's face it. This broad is just window dressing for her party. She doesn't call the shots in politics, she is the cheap shot other politicians use to draw blood.

Ich Bin Ein Historiker

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published April, 13, 2006

Remember John F. Kennedy’s famous speech in Germany? His speech writer wrote “Ich bin ein Berliner” (I am a Berliner), but Kennedy said something slightly different.

He accidentally told the assembled Germans, in their own language, “I am a donut.”

If he had not told the whole of Berlin that he was a donut, almost nobody would remember that speech today.

Now let's zip through time to present day politics.

This week Dennis Levinson said Freeholder Alisa Cooper was like “Hitler in the bunker. The bombs are falling all around her and she doesn’t know she lost the war.”

If Levinson had prefaced that comment with Ich bin ein historiker, (I am a historian), Cooper may not have shot off an indignant press release.

Now in politics we all understand that timing is everything. Levinson gave Cooper the opportunity to crucify herself on the eve of Passover, for the good of the public during Easter.

Levinson was a history teacher and he never misses a chance to draw historical references to present day events. Hitler, Napoleon, Alexander the Great, Caesar, I’ve heard zillions of his analogies. We once had a long conversation about Eleanor of Aquitaine Queen Consort of England and France circa 1122. A very clever woman. She knew how to rule the kingdoms of Europe and keep her mouth shut at the same time.

Today, Levinson told me his comments were not about the Holocaust but rather Hitler's lunacy. I knew that. he is not the first person to use the bunker analogy. I've heard it a zillion times before.

In the same vein, Cooper is a music teacher and she draws on her knowlege to trumpet her message. Cooper never misses a chance to sound off a discordant note in the media about county government.

During her first 100 days in office she has orchestrated a symphony of slanders that has left county employees bewildered, angry and assembled...waiting for her return to the meetings.

Perhaps Cooper thinks her own comments are just another upsweep on a downward tetrachord in the song of political bangery.

Others think Cooper's solos sounds like fingernails on the chalkboard of life and they are fighting back.

I've heard the county nurse, who Cooper anonyomized in her nepotism report, has fashioned a makeshift guillotine out of plasters and scapels. It's sitting in the freeholder closet...just waiting for Cooper to return to her freeholder duties.

Speaking of French chopping implements, Levinson ratcheted up the rhetoric with Press of Atlantic City writer Elaine Rose today.

Levinson has now compared Cooper's war on the county to “Napoleon at Waterloo.”

Ho, ho, now he’s getting nasty.

Is Levinson poking fun at Cooper's war tactics or is he making fun of her because she is shrimpy in height?

I'm afraid to call him and ask. God only knows what he will say in his present mood.

Cooper has not issued a press release on the French comment yet, but it’s only Thursday. She still has time to squeeze out one more press release in the work-a-day news cycle.

But! she may put out a call to all the "little people," to help her in her campaign to root out something....anything...that will justify her remarks about county employees in the press.


Harry Hurley and the
Amazing Technicolor Smoke Machine

In an age not too long ago, he had a moment of clarity

Then he lost it

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Dec. 8, 2006

I can’t think of a more entertaining farce than Harry Hurley lecturing anybody in the media, about journalism and ethics.

No wait! almost equally funny is watching Hurley hard at work trying to conjure up the Mother of All Smoke Screens for his political friend, Rev. Eugene Robinson.

No matter what props Harry drags out of his dungeon to set on fire, he just can’t stack the pile high enough to hide the view of a video tape of Atlantic City Councilman Eugene Robinson receiving oral sex in a seedy hotel room with a woman whose name he claims he does not know --- after exchanging some cash. Oh yes, while wearing his City Hall badge during most of the act.

If Harry wants to defend the actions of Councilman Gene Robinson, I’m sure not going to rush in and save him from himself.

Harry's rationalizations, ranting and lunatic explanations are the mother lode of hilarity. You can only have more fun on a bus ride to Atlantic City with a stolen $10 voucher for the slot machines.

Here's a tip!

Harry has not always been this far off track during his career. I actually know a date when Harry had what drunks and drug addicts call “a moment of clarity.”

Harry wrote the following on his website

We are adding Virginia McCabe to Hurley’s Heroes for several distinct reasons. First, she is the professional consummate journalist. Second, in a market of followers and phonies…Virginia is willing to do true investigative reporting.”

Harry also stated that my reporting was “quality” and “hard hitting,” over the years he has heaped praise on me for my work.

“The region desperately needs other views and having this online newspaper to balance the often slanted news we see is a very good thing, stated Hurley. “Yes Virginia, there is a newspaper worth reading….The Sentinel.”

Harry, I couldn’t agree with you more.

Harry take a word of advise from an old wordsmith like me. Stop using the royal “We” in your speech and scribbles. People might get the impression that you are a pompous jackass who took a sharp left turn out of reality.

 

Little Bird
In The Big House


By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published April 10, 2006

For years now I have heard that at any moment one bunch or the other bunch of Atlantic City Hall dwellers are about to be scooped up and taken off to the big house for their alleged crimes. It never happens.

I’m beginning to think there are no crimes going on, just a bunch of political Tweety Birds singing their song and tapping their toes.

Like testy budgies in a gilded cage, there’s always some discordant song and dance coming from the area around the A.C. city council chambers. It just depends on whose Ox is being gored at the moment.

That’s politics right?

Not this time!. It appears, and I could be wrong, that a shadowy group is operating to over-throw the government in Atlantic City.

Somebody wound them up and told them they’re on a mission, but guess what. They’re just whacky little birds, scratching their beaks and ting, ting, tinging the bird cage bell. I guess they have nothing better to do most days.

Up until last week, I had not seen one shred of publishable proof that a crime has been committed until Atlantic City v. Bruce Gittleman produced “undisputed facts” that a transcript of a closed session meeting was stolen from City Hall and shipped.

Finally, we have some evidence of a crime at City Hall. It’s a serious crime too. This breach of security could be a state and federal crime. The stuff that is in that stolen transcript is so sensitive that it’s probably an Inter-Galactic crime as well.

(By the way, there is no time off for good behavior in the federal prison system.)

The stolen transcript included the medical records of a female police officer, some tax abatement information about a casino, employee records and the cherry on the top of this Sundae Magnificence is that the thief smashed to smithereens the attorney-client privilege of some individuals and corporations, not to mention the Atlantic City taxpayers.

If you think gadflies can get themselves all worked up into a lather, just watch a bunch of attorneys whose attorney-client privilege has been violated. Whoo hooo! Smokin’! This is going to be an all out snarkfest.

How ironic would it be that the private citizens who consorted with the document thief at City Hall, if there are any, are the only ones to wind up in state or federal prison?

That’s just not right.

By the way, I am not referring to Mr. Gittleman, I presume he was duped by the thief with an ox to gore.

Maybe some reporters are going to be spending some time in stir as well. Then again, I can’t imagine that anybody in the media would conspire with city hall workers, past and present, and private citizens to steal confidential documents just to do a half-baked political story.

No reporter worth their salt would entice a person to break into a government computer, even by using old passwords in a patched system from an anonymous site on the web, in order to steal documents.

/get docs. hmmm...trace route.

So that can’t be happening.

Because that would carry some heavy penalties for any jerky reporter who would do that, and, it is morally reprehensible to use people in an effort that could land them in jail.

My prediction is that the pressure is going to be on and any secret society pacts will flame out, if there are any.

We know there is no honor among thieves.

The Tweety Birds will start singing up a storm about who did what for whom if they are looking down the barrel of a 5 to 7 year prison sentence.

Because we all know why the caged bird sings.

Necro-Nepotism
Alea Iacta Est

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published April 2, 2006

When I billed my new radio show “The Zone - Talk Radio, Sassy and Smarter,” I never thought about Atlantic County Chief of Staff Howard Kyle and Atlantic County Democratic Party Executive Director Ron Ruff. If I had, I would have gotten protective gear for the staff.

This week we delivered what we promised in the promo. Ron Ruff got Sassy and Howard Kyle got smarter.

But, it nearly came to death blows in the studio.

When two men are about to kill each other it’s usually over a woman. This case is no different. Freeholder Alisa Cooper (D) is the femme provocatrice who brought these two in for nine rounds.

Last week she dropped a “dirty bomb” on the electorate just hours before major shoulder surgery temporarily sidelined her. Hmm, timing is everything.

So while Freeholder Cooper was lounging about in a Cleopatra-like state of post operative malaise, the rest of the county went radio-active over her press release.

Cooper named names and made charges of nepotism and patronage, which were just more charges she heaped upon the “fraud and corruption,” pile from her successful campaign for freeholder.

Cooper in her quest to start a political fight went so far as to invent a whole new class of political patronage. I’ve been combing the books for days to define it, but there’s nothing there to describe it. So I am going to name it myself…it’s sooo Egyptian.

Cooper has invented “Necro-Nepotism.”

Yes folks, Cooper pointed out in her missive that a man who volunteers in county government received his non-paying position because his former wife was Senator Bill Gormley’s sister.

The shocking part about this revelation is that Senator Gormley’s sister has been dead for 40 years. The widower eventually married another lady and they had a new family. However, in Cooper's world, he's a political hack due to a dead wife in a former life.

Hence the term “Necro-Nepotism.”

You have to know Howard Kyle and Ron Ruff to understand the full weight of what happened on the radio show last Saturday when they crossed the Rubicon.

Howard is a man of mild manner. He is measured, he is kind and protective, he works hard and he’s smart. This past weekend, he got a lot smarter after talking with Ron. He looked into the soul of the beast…and he found more beast. Now, Howard knows what his employees are up against.

Ron looked into the soul of a paper tiger …and he found a slashing ferocious tiger ready to protect his cubs.

Ron is a protector of the people he runs for office. The public be damned. He is a dark and slothful man. Ron is a fanatical party man. He believes in the scorched earth method of politics. He hails from Camden County where politics is a blood sport.

If a Republican were laying bloodied on the field of battle gasping for air, Ron Ruff is they guy they would send out to slit his throat, kick his dog and steal the gold fillings from the guy’s teeth.

How does he do it? Well....he is temperamentally suited to being the Grim Reaper and he employs smugness as one of his tools. He also looks exactly like Santa Claus, so you never see him coming.

But you don’t see Howard coming either. Who knew he stored up a well of ferociousness behind that mild façade? I bet he’s home right now, filing his claws to a rapier-like point.

On Saturday, Howard was passionately protecting his staff, the little guy, and Ron was sitting only inches away from him looking smug and sanguine.

The angrier Howard got, the smugger Ron got. It was too much for Howard. He went supersonic and broke the sound barrier in the studio.

He grabbed Ron by the wrist in a fit of pro-employee passion and to accentuate a point he was trying to make.

Ron, ever the beast, didn't even flinch. He just looked smugger.

I could not believe my eyes. I’ve never seen Howard Kyle so mad. Than something even crazier happened.

After the mics were turned off, Howard pointed right in Ron’s face and shouted “you would do anything to win! You would lie! deceive! and hurt innocent people!”

Ron smugly replied

“Yes, I would,”

And, Ron looked rather surprised that Howard was shocked that anybody would admit to doing anything to get their people elected.

Hence, they crossed the Rubicon together. The race is on to conquer Rome.

So there we have it my friends, alea iacta est...the die is cast.

The battle lines have been drawn. No quarter will be given and non taken. The collateral damage will be county employees who will have their gold fillings pulled out.

The dead and the living will have equal political status and everybody’s dog risks being kicked.

Janitors, ditch diggers, file clerks and all the political elite will be in the cross hairs of Ruff and Cooper.

And, Ruff, Cooper and all the other Democrats will be in the cross hairs of the Republicans. It should make for some good, but dangerous, fireworks.

Cooper and Ruff want to root out “corruption, fraud, nepotism and patronage,” even where none exists, so they can presumably plant their own brand of corruption, fraud, nepotism and patronage, which will also not exist.

That’s how the game is played isn’t it? Isn’t that why Ruff is willing to spend $6 million dollars to unseat Levinson and Senator Bill Gormley?

Let’s see who the Roman troops will follow.

Tripple Dipping
Atlantic County Freeholders
with Cherries on Top!


How Insured Should One
Atlantic County Freeholder Be These Days?

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Feb. 1, 2006

Double-Triple Dipping Freeholders

The Lackadaisical Atlantic County Board of Chosen Freeholders finally has to make a tough decision and do it in front of the public. They are going to decide whether or not to extend county benefits to county employees in domestic partnerships. "How much does it cost?"
They've gotten the willies over it and tabled the resolution one week to grab a bit of time to figure out which way the wind is blowing.
Most of the Freeholders are all ready double dipping healthy, welfare and pension benefits. They have jobs outside of government that supply benefits and they are taking the county benefits as well. Their spouses also have benefits making some of them triple dippers.
Just how insured should one freeholder be these days when 44 million Americans don’t have health insurance? They have some nerve saying we can't afford to insure domestic partners.
Right now a plot is being hatched by some members of the freeholder board to provide partial benefits to domestic partners. They think they can appease the public by tossing the domestic partners a bone. They want to give them the pension, but not the health insurance.
This will likely expose Atlantic County residents to costly lawsuits because the freeholders will be discriminating against people on the basis of their sexual orientation.
Will government ever learn to do the right thing and worry about their careers later?
If a part time double or triple dipping freeholder can get benefits, surely we can afford to extend full benefits to full time employees in domestic partnerships.
The freeholders spend precious little time working as freeholders. Just try to get a hold of one of them. They don’t even go into the office each day to pick up messages or check their faxes or attend to their constituents.
If the freeholders are so worried about Atlantic County taxpayers, let them give up their county benefits too. Cutting them off the dole should be the next resolution that Atlantic County Freeholder Dennis Levinson sends up.

Harry's Stinkin' Up
The City Again

He Can't Put Up
& He Won't Shut Up On Phantom Criminal Complaint


By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published May 6, 2005

This week Harry Hurley ceremoniously announced that a Criminal Complaint was filed against Mayoral Candidate Bob Levy. That is false information.

Then Harry yammered at me for correcting the public record that he mucked up. Now, Harry has dug his heels in and wants more, more, more reporting on it. Ok, Harry, you asked for it and now you're going to get it --- it's time to put up or shut up. Fax me the bona fide Criminal Complaint against Bob Levy by noon at
404-0365 and win a prize.

He can't do it because it does not exist.

FLASH NEWS - IT'S HIGH NOON AND NO FAX WAS RECEIVED FROM HARRY.

Harry's announcement against Bob Levy is just ding-dong-dead-wrong. The only question left now is why did Harry do this and why won't he fix it?

Now in this matter, you don't have to believe me, you can figure it our for yourself. Just ask yourself or better yet, call Harry up on the air and ask him the following questions. Then listen to him spin.

What crime was Levy officially charged with in this Criminal Complaint? (None).

Which law enforcement agency charged him with a crime? (None).

Has Levy been served a copy of this "Criminal Complaint?" (Nope, it does not exist).

Is Levy under direct indictment? (No).

Was Levy arrested? (No).

The answer to all these questions is of course no, because no Criminal Complaint has been lodged by a law enforcement agency against Bob Levy.

However, a citizen did file a citizen's complaint with the Office of Government Integrity because Levy used a fire truck and other city props in a political commercial. Levy might even get pinned with this, who knows? The OGI rejected the citizen's complaint and sent it along to the local prosecutor for a look-see.

That's a huge difference. It is the difference between being charged by a law enforcement agency with a crime and being accused of committing a crime by a political operative from the other side to curry the favor of the voters before a hotly contested primary election.

Political operatives do this all the time and reporters are instructed not to wet their pants and rush to report a political manuver as if it were the word of God. At least not until there is an official Criminal Complaint actually filed by a law enforcement agency and you have a copy of it in your hot little hands before you start typing.

Harry knows this because I explained it to him. I told him if he didn't GET IT, he should contact a lawyer to EXPLAIN IT to him so he can UNTWIST his gnarly reporting.

Now Harry wants me to apologize to him.

For Pete's sake Harry, are you really so fragile You can't admit a mistake? Do you really think that there is somebody in the universe that believes you are an objective, unbiased reporter on the Levy-Langford campaign? And that the rest of the media is conspiring not to write this story? That sounds pretty far-fetched and kooky to me. Will you be having lunch with Elvis?

Are you living under the gushy side of a mushroom lacking a window into the reality that no matter what you say or write about this campaign, everybody knows you are pulling for Langford and making $1,000 a month in advertising fees on your website from his campaign?

Everbody knows you took this raw political red meat and popped it into the grinder to manufacture a snassage to chew on.

Don't let your head implode over making a mistake Harry, even one as bad as this one. Get over it Harry and stop your crazy, over-the-top, overblown, twisty, gnarly campaign ranting.

Now here is my response to your request for an apology in this matter.

If you fax me a copy of a bona fide Criminal Complaint filed against Bob Levy before noon today (Friday, May 6), not only will I apologize to you, I will personally bring you a basket of fresh bagels with cream cheese and blueberry butter. In fact, I will bring enough to feed your crew too.

But Harry, if you don't fax me this Criminal Complaint, then I want something in return. You have to go stand on the boardwalk at high noon, with a fresh cow bone glued to your head and tell each passerby that it is far better to be humble and correct the record than it is to stink up the city with a rotting bone head.


Galloway Barnyard Politics
Pure Norman Rockwell Americana


By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Oct. 2, 2005

Three weeks ago I was gearing up for another boring political season with the requisite poison pen letters, personal attacks, political lies, and last-minute dirty slams. Boring, predictable, dry.

Then something changed.

The politicians in Galloway rearranged all the political molecules and came up with a winner.

They decided to make politics fun again...engage the people, get the kids involved, make the journalists sit up and take notice. Highlight the issues.

This is great for Galloway and a break from the bitter partisan nattering that has been going on for dog's years.

The new/old style of politics reminds me of a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting. This is more in keeping with the culture of Galloway than campaigns of years past.

To change the equation, the Democrats have reached back to their farming roots and paraded out a few barnyard animals to draw attention to the press releases they are sending to the media.

A student in a Bambi costume protested at the site where a developer relieved the forest of nearly 2,000 mature oaks and pines.

A broken down jalopy is making its way around Galloway with banners proclaiming that some elected officials are wasting taxpayers money under the guise of the "Mercedes Benz of Master Plans."

Then came the chickens.

Teens in professional chicken suits are appearing around town sporting signs that claim the Republicans are "Too Chicken to Debate," as a follow up to a debate challenge the Democrats issued.

I went down to Jimmie Leeds and Pitney roads to photograph the chickens. I shot about 50 photos and I began to wonder how all this was playing with the public.

If you look at my photos carefully and peer past the chickens, you can see the faces of the people in the cars.

They are all laughing.

When is the last time you saw people at a red light in Galloway having a good belly laugh? That stuff never happened before.

I like this new style of politics. Our world has become drab and dreary since 9-1-1. Everybody became angry, bitter, boring. We need a break.

Kudos to the politicians that have decided to find a way to bring us back to our roots. Thanks for creating something to smile about again. It's a great way to highlight the important issues of the day.

A Spectacular Week



By VIRGINIA McCABE
(609) 404-0362
Published March 19, 2005
E-MAIL McCABE

It could only happen in Atlantic City.

We saw a spectacular week in politics and by spectacular, I mean...spectacular like a 60 car pile up.

Atlantic City Council President Craig Calloway dropped out of the race like a lightning bolt from the sky. He claimed bad health but he was getting good legal advise from a well-known criminal defense attorney. And by well-known, I mean a guy who defended the mafia and an eclectic bunch of usual suspects.

Forget the miracle drugs, send money, guns and lawyers.

This week also brought us a peep inside the mind of the Democratic County Chairman Jim Carroll as he conducted another Panty Raid on the Republican Party . Bob Levy is now firmly in the drawer.

Actually Carroll has had precious little to do with flipping Republicans. The Dems have two covert operatives doing the nasty. However, that won't stop Carroll from taking the credit and driving Harry Hurley crazy in the process.

Carroll has been on the hot end of Harry Hurley's BBQ Fork for a couple of weeks now. Harry does not take kindly to filching his fellow Republicans and is waging a one-man war against Carroll.

As Joe Gindhardt would say, "it couldn't happen to a nicer guy."

Speaking of "Old Joe," --- wedged right in after the announcement that Bob Levy was taking over for Craig Calloway, there was a public spitting match between Joe Gindhardt and Atlantic County Executive Dennis Levinson LIVE and on the air.

If you missed the bout, let me sum it up in one word, "MEOW" these two cats got their tails caught in a wringer and took the show on the road.

Thanks to their edifying comments, we all learned that at some time in history, people at the Spanish Royal Court walked around with baboons on chains and we also learned that Suzy Wong was a prostitute in the Broadway Play Miss Saigon.

These two pearls of wisdom might actually be questions in my favorite game --- Trivial Pursuit!

In the end, I don't think anybody much cares about Levinson's baboons at the Royal Court of Spain or Gindhardt's Suzy Wong adventures, which by the way, Joe was cleared of bad intent in a polygraph test.

Joe might be as rude as the O'Reilly Factor, but his rudeness does not come with malice aforethought, according to the test. You can see the results at www.harryhurley.com.

The official announcement that Bob Levy is running for mayor has buoyed the Dems and shot the Pubs in the rear end. The Republicans can explain away one defector or maybe even two, but Levy is like the 5th or 6th high level defection.. I've actually lost count. Harry Hurley on the other hand is counting their time "in party" in weeks, days and minutes. You can get the blow by blow at this website located at www.harryhurley.com

Frankly, these party jumpers don't phase me one bit, but they have Harry all worked up into a lather.

There are not that many true right-wing ideologues in the party. For that matter, there are not that many true left-wing ideologues in the other party. Most people are just monkeys-in-the-middle.

These are ambitious men who can ride the donkey as well as the elephant and keep their morals and ideas intact ...assuming them have some.

Perhaps the big news this week was actually a non-news story --- news story. Reporters throughout the region are waiting by the phone for a call from the U.S. Attorney's Office announcing a press conference.

That's right I said it.

A whole pack of news hounds are sniffing out a rumor that federal indictments are coming down and the usual suspects are going to be rounded up at any minute.

I actually called a few of those guys to ask them if it was true that a former mayoral candidate cut a deal with the FBI last year and has been wearing a wire for some time now.

Nobody was laughing.

Well, actually one guy laughed at me, but I expected that. He's funny as all get out and has no qualms about taking a poke at reporters.

He promised to give me the exclusive if he gets indicted.

But it's all just rumors until you get a call from the U.S. Attorney telling you to be in courtroom 5 in Camden at 1 p.m. on Tuesday for a press conference.

Let's see what next week brings.

*Pop* Goes The Mayor!

By VIRGINIA McCABE

In politics and the court of public opinion, attempting to crack somebody on the jaw is just as bad as actually cracking them on the jaw. So if somebody has you all wound up to the popping point, go ahead and have at it. It's only a few days of bad press and weeks of bragging rights. In a violent American, a good fist fight is probably worth a 5 point bump in the polls. Look what it did for George Bush and The Arnold.

It's historical to become hysterical in politics.

I am of course speaking about the rumble between Mayor Lorenzo Langford and former A.C. Business Administrator Dominic Cappella at the Jefferies Towers the other night. I don't blame Langford for popping off and if I h ad my way, I would wash Dominic Cappella's mouth out with soap for talking like that in front of the elderly.

These kinds of political altercations are nothing new and I wish people would stop making a mountain out of a mole hill.

Wasn't it only a year ago when 252 members of the Japanese Parliament started slugging each other, dragging each other across the floor, throwing each other over the balcony and winging chairs at Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi?

The entire Deit of Japan got snarky and tossed a melee in time for the evening news, and I appreciated that story very much.

In Philadelphia they have at least one good fist fight a year in their council meetings and if you want to be the mayor of Boston, you have to crack a few eggs and scramble 'em up.

In Las Vegas, not only will they smack each other around, they actually shoot each other and stuff the bodies in a hole in the desert. It's a Red State, what can I say?

They figure it's quicker and cheaper than going to court.

I'm not surprised. Fighting in Las Vegas is big business and people make millions from boxing. You know how humans are, monkey see - monkey do, we learn from watching each other. It's not surprising that we try to solve problems by punching each other out.

There's only one thing better than a good political fist fight and that is a good reporter to relay the news to the rest of the village. Thank goodness for Press of Atlantic City Reporter Martin DeAngelis (a reporter who was actually there.)

DeAngelis is a gentle soul by all accounts and it's a shame he had to be there to witness the violence and try to figure out a way to quote Cappella and get his copy past the editors. Nonetheless, he stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum of a story...including expletives!

Now that's what I call a good day in the news room.

I was just tickled pink after reading his report of the event. He captured the pomp, the pulp and the drama of the whole fracas from every possible vantage point. Thank you Mr. D!

I actually felt like I was a part of the melee. I could hear the roar of the crowd, I could hear the gasp of the elderly and infirm, I could hear the whirring sound of the spin doctors winding up for the next day's round of talk radio shows...

Now I know some people will take exception to this satire and write me letters about The Kids.

I can hear it now. Shouldn't they be good role models for the kids? what about the kids? what will the kids think? How will this effect the kids? Blah, blah, blah.

As Dominic Cappella might say, Screw the kids!

The kids are too busy shooting each other in Atlantic City these days to notice a common street brawl and kids don't read newspapers anymore anyway. So go ahead all you elected officials and former city employees! Have at it! Knock yourselves out!

Ron Ruff, The Dark Master of Slime
By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published June 29, 2005

Why is Ron Ruff wading waist deep in slime when he has a major campaign to run in Atlantic County? As a voter, I am a little ticked off about this.

The executive director of the Atlantic County Democrats is as busy as a beaver rolling up slime balls to throw at Atlantic County Executive Dennis Levinson. And yes, you are right, Levinson in not running for office.

In a thinly veiled and smarmy Open Public Records Request, Ruff is trying to obtain the travel records of Levinson and a female county employee.

This nasty connect the dots innuendo has been published on www.PoliticsNJ.com and faxed around the state in a weekly newsletter titled POLITIFAX.

The trouble started when Levinson and Freeholder Candidate Scott McKnight got into a spitting match on the phone and taped the conversation. The content of that tape includes foul language and more innuendo, this time by Levinson.

That is a private conversation and for pete's sake, why don't you people keep it private. People don't give one whoot about your argument.

Now both sides are on the attack and the public is being treated to a large double dose of political castor oil.

By the way, is there any fire under this Ron Ruff smoke signal? No.

I asked Ruff if he had information that Levinson was having an affair and he told me “No.”

Ruff also said that he does not even care if Levinson or anybody else is having an affair.

So why is Ruff sending up this puff of smoke? Ruff said he just wants to rattle Levinson’s cage.

I wish he would not do that on the taxpayer’s dime. I can’t believe we have to pay somebody to retrieve public records because Ruff wants to monkey around with Levinson.

As political message goes, Ruff’s arrow is so far off target that it may circle around and poke him in his tender parts.

So far we have not heard who Ruff is running in the Freeholder race and what they stand for in this campaign.

That’s kind of important isn’t it? Don’t you want to know who is running and what they stand for before you go the election booth?

I doubt they stand for family values. If they did, somebody would have put the breaks on Ruff and his slime machine. He is smearing two people and the collateral damage includes spouses and children.

I can’t vote for that.

Ruff’s candidates obviously have no political message. No, I am wrong. Their message must be that they don’t have the first clue about politics or the issues that are important to the voters on the county level. If they did, they might be talking about that.

I like many of my readers are interested in the issues surrounding the operation of county government. These are important issues. It concerns our elderly, care for the sick and indigent, the operation of roads and bridges, the county tax rate and a whole host of other problems that need to be solved. The freeholders manage an enormous budget. Are they doing a good job? They must be, I have not heard otherwise from the opposition.

So to the executive director of the Atlantic County Democrats I want to say this….

Leave the women and children out of this fight and focus on the operation of the county government.


The War on Christmas
Put some cookies in your arsenal

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Dec. 8, 2005

I hear there is a war on Christmas, but I haven’t been able to find any casualty counts. Is there really a movement to kick Jesus out of the holidays or have the far right evangelical Pharisees and money changers just dreamed up a new fund raising scheme?

World Net Daily founder Joseph Farah, who told the Washington Post that he threw out his White House “holiday card’ the minute he opened it, is now selling “Just Say Merry Christmas” bracelets on his evangelical news website.

Do you think any of his profits from the sales will go to feed the hungry, clothe the naked or comfort the sick? It’s doubtful.

Other kooky evangelicals are offering up similar sayings on mugs, T-shits, prayer books, and a whole host of other revolting stock items. When they are not raking in the cash, they are ruining everybody’s holiday by mugging on the national media. They sure do have the glums these days.

First Lady Laura Bush shot off a curt statement that curled their tails. She has said the 1.5 million cards that went out this year are delivered to people of all faiths and she and the President wish to include everybody in their holiday wishes.

God Bless Laura Bush.

She’s right on the cue. The Bush’s have been sending out “holiday” cards since their first year in office.

I’m glad the President hasn’t bowed down to the tantrum-tossing evangelicals. I didn’t like it when they went after cartoon character Tinky Wink, a pocketbook carrying purple creature they tried to accuse of being a Gay recruiter and I was equally aghast when they went after Sponge Bob Square Pants.

Now it’s the holiday cards.

I have decided to join up for the war on Christmas. I'm strapped with good cheer and I've stocked my arsenal with Christmas cookies.

I carry them around in a basket. Every time I encounter one of my kooky evangelical friends, I immediately stuff a yummy cookie in their gob before they can start yammering about holiday cards.

“Here! try this double-chocolate fudge nut Christmas cookie!”

It’s working great too! Timing is everything.

My sincerest wish this holiday season is that all of you find peace, health, love and kindness in the coming year and keep Christmas in your heart every day.

Race to the Bottom - Baiting
Atlantic City Mayoral Campaign

By VIRGINIA McCABE
(609) 404-0362 Published April 28, 2005
EMAIL editor@gallowaynews.com

Let me say right up front that I do not believe Mayor Lorenzo Langford or Bob Levy had any part in circulating the race-baiting flyers that are going around the city. Both campaign spokesman have told me that Levy and Langford were not involved and they disavow this kind of tactic.

Now it is time for Langford and Levy to give their foot soldiers the hook. These chowder heads think they are doing their candidates some good by trying to inflame the voters. It ain't working.

Rather than being inflamed, I would wager the voters are rather oh-so bored with it all.

The only people that pay attention to race-baiting campaign tactics these days are some members of the media. I think it's high time my colleagues stops reeling in these trash-fish news stories and serving them up to the public like they are Filet de Poisson.

People know the truth about Langford and Levy. They are both very decent men who want to do the best for their city. Neither of them has a racist bone in their body and I think we all stopped falling for race baiting about 20 or so years ago.

So it is time to stop this race to the bottom and start discussing the issues. Call it a day with this nonsense and let's start talking about things the people of Atlantic City really care about..

There is a little more than a month until the June 7 Primary. It's not too late to hold debates and discuss budgets, housing, traffic, planning, zoning, taxes and a cornucopia of other topics that have a real affect on the voters. Who has the better vision for the future of Atlantic City Mayor Langford or Bob Levy?

Dead or Alive?
not Dead or Alive!


By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Sept. 24, 2006

A reporter from France has written that he has a secret government memo stating that Bin Laden died of Typhoid on Aug. 23, 2006.
Oppps! That could be a problem for President George W. Bush.
If Bin Laden is dead, what did the President know and when did he know it?
This summer---and out of the blue, Bush cancelled the Special Forces team that was tasked with finding Bin Laden. That's all those guys did all the day and night long. They looked for Bin Laden. They were hunting him down and trying to smoke him out. Then for no good reason that you and I know, the President deep sixed the program. Hmmmm, that was around the time that Bin Laden reportedly died.
We also got a secret peek at a high-profile funeral with the elite of the Taliban in attendance via a drone camera. The orders were to not kill the Taibanians during a funeral and so...the drone was called back. No bang-bang for the bad guys. Whose funeral were the Taliban elite attending?
Last week, Bush was again vowing to bring Bin Laden to justice in a series of political speeches.
Ummm, that makes me a little suspicious, not least of all because the President also said that he didn't think about Bin Laden all that much anymore.
Crikey! Make up your mind. Maybe the President meant he didn't think about smoking out Bin Laden while he was eating smoked salmon at taxpayer expense during White House fund raisers. Who knows!
More important than the possibility of the President tricking us again---around election time---is the idea that a multi-millionaire terrorist, who is smart enough to elude capture for five years, did not have the smarts to get a Typhoid vaccine. We all know Bin Laden has been tramping around the mountains of Tora Bora with a dialysis machine in tow due to his kidney problem...do you mean to tell me he couldn't get a 10-day supply of antibiotics from an apothecary in Pakistan---to treat Typhoid?
Color me skeptical.
However, if Bin Laden is dead and the French counter-terrorism people knew this, it means the Americans knew it. And, by Americans, I mean President Bush and his cadre of political disaster meisters.
Maybe the President and Condi didn't read that memo either.

No! They Committed Fraud!

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published April 25, 2006

There I was sitting in the “box” on Monday with the rest of the grouchy press corps wondering why a bunch of Atlantic City lawyers can’t wrap their heads around one simple idea.

THE JUDGE ISN’T GOING TO IMPOUND THE BALLOTS!

Superior Court Judges in N.J. are not going to allow a bunch of partisan hacks to impound absentee ballots and peer inside to see how Joe Schmeagle voted in the election.

We have a Superintendent of Elections and a County Prosecutor who can do that if they want to….and so far they’re not interested in lifting the veil of secrecy from the secret ballots.

Now I’m just a dumb back-water reporter sans a law degree and even I knew how this Monday matinee was going to end. The way it has ended before and before and before.

“No, you can’t impound the ballots!”

If they brought Al Capone into the courtroom and he confessed to election fraud, THE JUDGE WOULD STILL NOT IMPOUND THE BALLOTS!

There is a procedure! Go forth and follow it!

If I was a smart aleck reporter, I would have been making funny faces and mouthing the words of the lawyers as they excised a pound of flesh from each other. It’s like that movie you have seen a hundred times before. I was nearly tempted to do the pointy-finger lawyer thing.

“They committed fraud!”

“No! THEY committed fraud!”

“Any rebuttal?”

“They committed fraud!”

“No! THEY committed fraud it's disgusting!"

Out of boredom…I mean reporter curiosity…I looked out into the gallery where all the spectators were sitting. Like the Mormon Choir, they were swaying back and forth, in time to the lawyer speak. The spectators were mouthing the words of that day’s spectacular oral arguments because they too have heard it all before.

And, they were doing the pointy finger lawyer thing.

How many times does Assignment Judge Valerie Armstrong have to tell these election suckerfish she is not impounding the ballots? They’ve been in her court asking the same old question so many times that they should be issued a free tackle box, two pounds of mackerel heads, Daiwa fishing rods and a date with Slappy, the Bait Shop Guy.

“Here ya blowhards! Go catch a new excuse to delay the vote count!”

I don’t know how this judge does it. How do you keep your head from exploding when you tell the same group of lawyers, election after election, that the court won’t impound the ballots? It must take a lot of internal fortitude to be a judge.

THERE IS A PROCEDURE! GO FORTH AND FOLLOW IT!

Armstrong is not just a regular old judge like Judge Judy or Judge Noose. Armstrong is the Assignment Judge, the Top Frock of the entire vicinage.

That means she has to run all the judges and all the courts and a bunch of other judicial things too numerous to mention here. She does it with great restraint and grace. You never see her doing the pointy finger lawyer thing. Now she has to run the A.C. Election Circus Maximus too.

"It's disgusting!"

After every election this crew cast out their lines hoping to catch Talapia and all they reel in is one large, half masticated slippery eel.

There was a sea of lawyers involved in this case. The Board of Elections got involved too and an assistant attorney general. This crew joined in the rumpus via telephone.

Disembodied voices were emanating from a black box on the judge’s bench. It was all very Alfred Hitchcockery.

It’s weird because these people are all fighting over three non-paying elected positions. Or, maybe it is something more banal and human than that…

If you walk the election route on Election Day in Atlantic City, you won’t just find voters. You are likely to run into every breed of law enforcement officer they make. They are LOOKING for fraud and it seems they can’t find it.

There are police, FBI agents, Robo Cops, ATF agents (just in case of a shooting or somebody smoking a cigarette in a bar), meter maids, they have undercover people from the county prosecutor’s office. The bomb squad guys are out there, Fish and Barney Miller are working the streets, Huggy Bear jets in with Starsky and Hutch. Karl Malden can be found under the Boardwalk...drunk. The people from the office of the Attorney General are there, a zillion lawyers in tennis togs and bling, fraud sniffing K9 dogs, Joe Pollillo and his election fraud divining rod, which also doubles as his King Neptune pitchfork in the off season.

They have authentic state and federal investigators and now faux state and federal investigators.

Ptouy! Ptouy!

Let us not forget that Willie Norwood also gets into the act by filing some obscure legal documents that allow him to butt into the case and get smacked down in the last paragraph of the judge's written decisions.

Because we can't live without that particular flavor of liberty, democracy and judicial access.

They even have The Men in Black out on the street on Election Day in Atlantic City.

That’s right I said it! I blew their cover!

The Men in Black have been pressed into service because some kook on AM radio “reported” that aliens were going to fly in from the Planet Zeta to vote in the Atlantic City school board election. FRAUDULENTYLY!

So The Men in Black showed up to check it all out…just in case.

Maybe that’s the problem and the answer. When The Men in Black are called in they have so much fun in the casinos that they ZAP all the lawyers with their Memory Erasing Photon Laser Device, so they can return to Earth again and again and again.

And that is how all the lawyers forget that …
THE JUDGE IS NOT GOING TO IMPOUND THE STINKING BALLOTS!

There is a procedure. Go forth and follow it.

Blackmail
On the Menu
in New Jersey?

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published July 6, 2007

The news is out, Miss New Jersey, Amy Polumbo of Howell is the victim of an alleged blackmail and possible extortion attempt. Old “not-salacious” photos were mailed to the beauty queen with a note saying she had to get out of the pageant and allow first runner-up Ronica Licciardello assume the crown, crowed E! online in Thursday’s edition.

It’s probably not the Callaway crowd doing this one.

And just who put blackmail on the menu in New Jersey? Is blackmail the new blue plate special in the Garden State? I thought blackmail went out with the Mob in Chicago and the gruesome days of Hollywood in L.A. Confidential.

Blackmail is sooo passé. The French rid their haut houses of it eons ago and declared, il faut bien que tout le monde vive! Americans are not as poetic as the French, we don’t tell people to “live and let live,” we just politely tell them to “mind your own damn business.”

The politics of beauty are stunning.

The pursuit of beauty and style is a vicious foray into the wilderness of the absurd. A blackmail attempt only adds insult to the injury of beauty queens having to rub hemorrhoid ointment under their eyes, to prevent puffy bags, gluing their swimsuits to their bottoms, so the suit does not ride up into the hmmm, you know where I mean, and possibly worst of all, eating brown rice and vegetables for years on end.

Oh wait, I forgot the "Daisy Brand" nipple covers they wear under their outfits. Nobody can know Miss America has nipples, which she can use to feed her young after their marketing value has worn thin. Her nipples, not her children.

These poor women are nipped, tucked, sucked, straightened, curled and clipped. They are waxed, glossed and encouraged to rub Vaseline on their teeth, so their smile doesn’t stick and their teeth shine.

I wonder if they consider Vaseline a dessert after eating only brown rice and vegetables.

After all of their sacrifice, the nation gets to ogle them throughout the rest of their professional careers and talk about how their looks are failing them.

Because once you have achieved the pinnacle of beauty, there’s no where left to go but downhill.

We haven’t had much luck with beauty contestants from New Jersey. One poor girl had second thoughts about the crown and took off with her chauffeur the morning after winning. Venessa Williams, the first African American Miss America, had her nude, sado-masochistic harness photos turn up in a porno magazine a few weeks before she was due to turn over her crown to the new Miss America.

Now this. “Not salacious” snaps of the current Miss New Jersey. What did they photograph her doing…eating a double stuff Oreo cookie?

In any event, Miss New Jersey is off the menu as a winner this year and all the odds makers in Las Vegas and Great Britain are adjusting their odds, because there can be NO controversy surrounding a potential Miss America.

The Muhammad Cartoon

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Feb. 6, 2006
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While Traveling in Europe and the Middle East it's sometimes helpful for Americans to tell people they are from Canada or Denmark. Your chances of being kidnapped and beheaded decrease by ten fold and food service in France is much faster.
Thanks to a cartoonist in Denmark (read his letter here), we all have one less ruse when ordering our danish in Damascus.
Penning depictions of Muhammad and other religious figures, even positive ones, are prohibited in Islam to prevent idol worship.
So when one Dane went a little pen crazy, I was not surprised at the backlash. I was just disgusted.
The subtleties of extremist Islamic ideology is a bit tricky for the west to grasp. While penning a likeness of Muhammad wearing a turban holding a bomb is beyond the pale, murdering babies via suicide bombers and burning down embassies...well that's o.k.
It's a fine line and you can see how a wayward cartoonist from up North might be confused.
Jyllands-Posten, the paper that first published the cartoon of a bomb-strapped Muhammad showed bad taste full stop and they should have refrained.
What in blazes was their editor thinking?
There are two ground rules in political cartooning. Don't make fun of cancer patients and don't plant a cartoon bomb in Muhammad's turban. That's not too hard to remember.
On the other hand, I can see how this cartoonist lost his way.
The Danes are an irreverent and defiant lot. They won't let anybody tell them how to cartoon in their own country.
They are also into paganism, a bit insensitive not to mention unromantic. They don't have a Santa Claus like the rest of the world, they believe in a Christmas Elf that lives in the attic and terrorizes their children. If you don't leave rice pudding out for the elf on the Eve of Christmas, he will burn down the house and destroy your holiday....no, I am not kidding.
Our neighbors to the north also believe in a rather nasty Yule Cat of dubious distinction who goes around snatching the clothing of poor people who have not done enough spinning during the winter. The Danes worship these idols and carve them out in blocks of ice.
The Danes are plucky and just like to live out there on the edge. They also have a culture of poking fun at others, (look at what they did to the English). That's fine with me. I understand time passes slowly up on the pole and their idea of a good time, besides cartooning, is jumping into a luge and hurtling down a half-carved out ice tunnel at 120 miles per hour.
What else? Oh yes!
We are in the middle of a culture clash. In these perilous times, it pays to be circumspect when thumbing your nose at tradition, extreme religion and hypocrisy.
For all the bad things I can drum up about the Danes, I still can't get over the fact that if we penned a cartoon making fun of their Christmas Elf or if we drew a cartoon of the Yule Cat hanging upside down by his tail from a clothes line, it would not result in them burning down our embassy or killing anybody over it.

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'LIVE FREE OR DIE'

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Dec. 17, 2005

When you practice real democracy, it's like tap dancing on a high wire, balancing a giraffe on your nose, while juggling flaming knives. That’s how fragile the democratic process is…it takes commitment, it requires attention and you need to make sure everything is in balance.
President Bush is not the man for this high wire work --- evidenced by the fact that he gave permission for the National Security Agency to spy on Americans, on American soil, without judicial review.
And that my fellow Americans, is a democracy way out of balance. We've got a madman in the White House. You might as well just rip the entire 4th and 14th Amendments out of the Constitution and set them on fire.
What's next? Are we going to detain people in secret prisons, hold them without charging them with crimes, torture them and....
Oh, wait, Bush is already doing that.
You can not pretend to live in a democracy when you no longer enjoy the freedoms that a democracy provides.
You no longer live in a Democracy when the government is secretly wire tapping its citizens, secretly throwing people in secret jails and torturing people, sexually abusing prisoners and murdering people who have not been charged with a crime.
That’s what they do in China, the former Soviet Union and North Korea.
Protecting citizens without taking away their Constitutional rights is what America stands for.
"Justice be done though the heavens may fall..."
Either we're a nation of laws or we're not.
You need a president who is sufficiently humble enough to realize he is not a king and Papa doesn't always know what's best.
That's why we have three branches of government, one fourth estate and no kings.
It’s even trickier to protect a democracy when you’re at war against a stateless group of zealots who are capable of bringing down the World Trade Center and sections of the Pentagon --- with nothing more than a handful of box cutters.
Those kind of people will always manage to slip through, no matter how many conversations are scooped up by the NSA in their satellite nets. Thjat's not reason enough to give up our civil liberties.
I for one would rather die in a terrorist attack than to live in a country where the Constitution is loaded into a lorry and taken off to the dump.
Call me crazy, but I subscribe to the motto, “Life Free or Die.”
“I have a responsibility to protect the people,” Bush said in his radio address on Saturday morning.
Yes Mr. President, but who is going to protect us from you and the NSA?
I know that every great society and super power eventually fails. History teaches us that...but gee whiz..can't we stave off this decline for a few more decades?
If you look around the landscape and take stock of the damage caused by the Bush administration, you might notice there is something very Romanesque going on and it's not too late to stop it.
You remember Rome don't you? That great super power that ruled the world --- then in the blink of an eye, became a tin pot noodle factory with some good wine.
We now have some strange things in common with Rome.
The Roman Senate lost their moral compass and our Senate lost their moral compass.
The Roman leaders sacked the national treasury and our leaders are sacking our national treasury.
The Romans sanctioned torture for the good of the people and the Bush administration sanctioned torture for the good of the people.
The Romans believed the Gods wanted them to kill Christians and George Bush believes God wants him to kill Iraqis.
The Romans kept strange animals in the Coliseum and George Bush keeps black Scottie Dogs in the White House (even if they are only prop dogs for the news media).
I have a remedy. It's not too late to patch up our constitution and stitch the Republic back together again.
If the snoops have to capture electronic phone calls and E-mails with the speed of light, fine. Go ahead and do that. However, they can not listen to that information until a judge approves it.
That’s no problem because the whole system is automated anyway.
The NSA scoops in information via sattellite and other means and beams it into computers. It is stored there until an analyst takes a look at it and decides it need to be bumped up to the next level.
We could have judges on call 24-hours a day, with offices in the NSA, who do nothing but approve or deny applications to open up these snoop packages.
If the trauma surgeons of America can respond with lightning speed to save lives, so can the federal judges who are tasked with making sure the Constitution is not being butchered.
So that is how you protect the American Constitution while fighting terrorists.
Snoop if you must, but don’t mangle our 4th and 14th amendment rights.
Live free or die.

Republican Leaders
Cut and Run on Laura-Bill Ade

By VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Aug. 27, 2005

Arch conservatives Laura and Bill Ade should be commended by their fellow political party members for setting up a website to flak for their Republican leadership. After all, it was the Republican leaders who put them up to it.

Read Ade Response to this opinion piece

But this week, the Galloway Republican League (GRL) leaders and candidates cut and ran when the Press of Atlantic City wrote a story about their website at www.aceditorial.com

Are their conservative views so extreme that they can’t speak openly about them? They sent the Ades’ into partisan battle and then they proceeded to leave the pair --- bloodied and dying on the field alone.

I wouldn’t want to go to war with that crew.

Republican Councilman Tom Bassford, who is running for office, could not have distanced himself farther from the Ades’ if he had taken a Swift Boat to China. He said he didn’t know the Ades’.

What’s Bassford talking about? He hired this married pair to be 9-1-1 dispatchers in Galloway Township this year.

In a military family like mine, we would call Bassford a Chicken Hawk. Some people are calling him a bold faced liar, but good breeding prevents me from using the “L” word.

The Ades’ are not alone in their abandonment.

Two years ago, Bassford, Councilmen Al DeSimon and Dave Maxwell disavowed knowing Terry Lucarelli at a council meeting when she shot off her mouth. Luccarelli was their campaign manager. The audience collapsed in gales of laughter and groans when they said they “did not know her,” and “she is not with us.” This year she is the Municipal Leader for the GRL.

What can be said of Terry Luccarelli? I like to think of her as the Baghdad Bobette of the GRL.

It’s not just that her communication style is ridiculous, ignorant, bloated, repugnant and overblown, it’s that you have to hold the phone three feet away from your ear when she calls you screaming abut the latest "liberal" press story you have written.

Republicans who can stomach her call her “Momma Lucarelli.”

“Momma Luccarelli” was suspiciously absent in Saturday’s Press story. I suppose they shoved this crazy aunt into the basement until after the election.

Lucarelli vowed at a recent Republican club meeting to do something about “Virginia McCabe” and the Atlantic Daily Sentinel.

Two of her ideas included jamming my website and flooding me with emails.

My friends in the GRL called me after the meeting to let me know I was included in her target package and gleefully told me they would keep me abreast of developments.

Bring it on Momma Lucarelli!

Two weeks later, like a fully cranked up Jack-in-the-Box, this Baghdad Bobette popped out a website. And I am thrilled about that. I’ve been sending their link to everybody I know.

The public needs to know what this crew espouses.

One of their views is that the Galloway Township Sports Teams do not need legislation to ensure criminal background checks. That article was snatched down and "disappeared" from their site the day I broke the news that a Tier Two sex offender was coaching on the Galloway PAL Basketball Team.

When I asked for a copy of the article they "disappeared," I was politely told “no.”

Oh well…I know how busy the news business can be...they were too busy to find one of the four stories that they have published.

I wish Laura and Bill Ade every success in their endeavor. While I do not share their political views, I do share their desire to exercise my First Amendment rights.

I only hope that the people supporting, encouraging and helping Laura and Bill Ade will show a shred of the courage that the Ades’ have ---- and stand up for what they believe in --- in the light of day.

This Week In Politics
How Low Will Dems Go?

BY VIRGINIA McCABE
Published Oct. 13, 2005


Kids dressing up in chicken suits
making $25 an hour after school?

That's outrageous!

They should have asked me to do it!
I've done a lot worse for $3.49 an hour.
Like many young kids my parents signed
my working papers when I was 14 and
sent me off to work. First it was a small lemonade stand in the front yard. I graduated to flipping burgers at the ice cream hut and I thought I hit the jackpot when I worked one summer in the Brigantine Castle as the vampire in the picture frame.
But the worst job I ever had was working as a candy packer at the James Salt Water Taffy factory in Atlantic City. My best friend (at the time) talked me into working for $3.49 an hour packing taffy boxes as they rolled down the assembly line.
"You get to eat all the taffy you want!" she squealed as we walked into the orientation room that morning.
"Anyone caught eating taffy will be fired immediately!" Warned our boss Jean, who had worked at the factory three times longer than I had lived on the Earth.
Some of the Republican political operatives are carping about the local kids wearing chicken suits and strutting around town. My advice to them is to leave the kids (and their parents) alone. They're having fun, they don't give one hoot about politics It's just a little pocket money and some of you Republicans need a dose of humor. Lighten up on the chickens.

Napalm? Now That’s
an Incendiary Statement

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Vets Were Passing the Ammo
Republicans are Passing the Buck
Democrats Passing Off Rudolph as Bambi

By VIRGINIA McCABE
September 25, 2005

Some politicians are going over the top in this election. Let’s start with Mayor Mark Hanko’s incendiary statement about clear cutting the field on Jimmie Leeds Road.

To score some political points with the environmentally leaning voters, Hanko likened an illegally clear cut field on Jimmie Leeds Road to a napalmed field in Vietnam.

Good grief almighty.

As soon as I read it in the Press of Atlantic City, my nerves started to jangle, not least of all because Mayor Hanko has never worn the uniform.

Talking about napalm when you haven’t served a day in uniform is a colossal political blunder. It’s bloody heartless.

“Gee…Napalm? Really?....hmmm, bet he gets in trouble with some vets over that statement,” I thought to myself while munching a bagel with some raspberry schmear.

It wasn’t a comment the reporter stuck in the middle of the story either. It was a blaring ripper jammed right up front in the lead.