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Public Employee Unions: the Democrats’ Achilles’ Heel?

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Masthead of the International Association of Firefighters, of which the Portsmouth Fire Dept. is Local 512



Governor Scott Walker’s win in the Wisconsin recall election on  June 5th reflects the serious problem  public sector unions pose for Democrats and for private sector unions as well. Walker announced a year ago that he would attempt to reduce Wisconsin’s $137 million deficit by, along with other measures, denying collective bargaining rights to  public employees and requiring them to pay more for their health insurance and pensions, because the cost of those contributed heavily to the deficit. I’m not an  authority on the budget crisis in Wisconsin,  but I do know something about the budget crisis in Portsmouth. I venture to say that  the financial crisis in our fair city is partly  the result of who the public sector unions negotiate contracts with: namely, the politicians, the elected public officials who know they  will not be reelected if they alienate  public employees by hard-nosed bargaining with their unions. The biggest incentive Portsmouth politicians have is saving  their own skin rather than the taxpayers’ money. They want above all to get reelected and put off competing in the private sector where most of them have  failed miserably.  Three of the current holders of public office—the unelected mayor David Malone, the president of city council, John Haas, whom the charter designates as next in line to be mayor, and councilman Jim Kalb, a former mayor—all three of these jokers mishandled their personal finances so badly that they ended up declaring  bankruptcy (click here). These bankrupts mishandled their finances as badly as Rick Duncan does the citys waste water. They claim to know how to negotiate with public employee unions on behalf of the taxpayers. Heaven help us!

Firefighter Anonymous

The public sector union representing the Portsmouth Fire Department has been especially adept at taking advantage of Portsmouth’s incompetent and dimwitted politicians. Late in 2011, the firefighter’s union, Local 512 of the International Association of Fire Fighters (IAFF), was rumored to be asking for a 12.5 percent increase over the life of the next contract, and asking for that increase in spite the city and the country being in  greatest financial crisis  since the Great Depression. There are those who say the Portsmouth Daily Times has changed its spots, that it is no longer the mouthpiece of the corrupt clique that controls Portsmouth economically and politically. But on 11 November 2011 the PDT played its familiar game of pretending to be impartial when in reality it was doing its usual dirty work. I refer to Frank Lewis allowing a member of the Fire Department to anonymously express his biased views on the contract negotiations between Local 512 and the city. Just as the PDT now allows anyone, like the ubiquitous crackpot “A Citizen,”  to post comments anonymously in response to stories in the PDT, this Anonymous Firefighter was allowed to present to PDT’s dwindling readership, without challenges or questions, Local 512’s case for the extravagant 12.5 percent pay increase they were seeking.   What the Anonymous Firefighter argued was that a 12.5 percent increase was chicken feed and could hardly make up for the financial sacrifices the firefighters had made and were still willing to continue making in the contract being negotiated.  “Our [pay]checks were actually going backwards with the 12.5 percent increase,” the Anonymous Firefighter told Lewis. The Anonymous Firefighter implied Local 512 would have had to ask for a lot more than 12.5 percent to make up for the financial sacrifices the firefighters had already made, such as foregoing the cash payments they received for unused sick days and accepting less of an annual allowance for clothing, which if I recall correctly they previously were able also take a cash payment for if they didn’t purchase new clothing. 


Mayor un-elect Malone

The firefighters didn’t get the 12.5 percent increase. They got instead the so-called Safety Levy (i.e., tax increase), the income from which was specifically designated to shore up the finances of the Portsmouth Fire and Police Departments. The Anonymous Firefighter complained about Mayor Malone’s unpredictable role in the contract negotiations. Malone “flat-out said yes in one meeting. And the very next meeting said no,” the Anonymous Firefighter told Lewis. It is true that  Malone,in the tradition of Portsmouth mayoral dunces such as Bauer and Kalb, often does not know what hes doing,  but in the end you can count on him to figure out which side his bread is buttered on. Malone knew he could not afford to lose the support of the public employees,  the police and fire departments especially, which is why he made a personal contribution of $1000 dollars to the committee that was campaigning for the passage of the so-called Safety Levy on behalf of police and fire department employees. Why would a mayor spend a thousand dollars of his own money to support a tax increase for his constituents? Because he knows he has more to fear from public employees than from the public, and from the police and particularly the  fire department, which blatantly exploited the “safety issue” among senior voters in the Safety Levy campaign, especially at places like the Hill View Retirement Center, where firefighter Timothy Alger, now Lieutenant Alger, was reportedly among those firefighters seeing that scare-tactic anonymous flyers (click here)were put, possibly illegally,  into the mail slots of Hill View residents. In a letter to the PDT (5 Dec. 2011), Alger expressed his strong opposition to  city councilman who asked  if there should be a change in the city charter, which currently states the  number of firefighters can not fall below 44, a restrictive condition for any city charter to have, but especially a city in fiscal crisis whose population has been steadily sinking for half a century and is now less than half of what it once was.

Future Portsmouth mayor and chief contract negotiator Rev. Malone, with shades and bible, 
preaching  on steps of Municipal Building 2007 (click here)

The financial “hardships” that the Anonymous Firefighter claims Portsmouth firefighters have had to endure are of the kind that can infuriate unemployed workers in the private sector, who lost in the Great Recession of the past six years not part of their clothing allowance but their livelihood itself, and if anything like these “hardships” of Portsmouth firefighters took place with public employees in Wisconsin, it is not hard to understand why some Democratic union members voted against recalling Governor Walker last week, and it will not be hard to understand if some Democratic private sector union members do the same thing and vote Republican rather than Democratic in next November’s presidential election.  On 8 June, 2012, the International Association of Fire Fighters, the parent union of Portsmouth  firefighters, endorsed the reelection of Obama. The endorsement by a public employee union is a two-edge sword which probably will cut opposite ways in the November elections. Public employee unions may be able to negotiate contracts very effectively with mayors and city councils,  but the disparities in job security and  pensions and benefits between public and private employees is so glaring (though not in the case of public school teachers: click here) that public employee unions may be the Achilles Heel that will cost the Democrats the White House in November.










Devil Shredders

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Paper Shredders at work at the Marting Building


The Devil Shredders

“The Devil is running Scioto County.” Governor John Kasich

The devil’s not in hell,
 He’s alive and well
And has been for quite a spell
In our drug-ridden county.

Right now we’re dreading
The devil’s been shredding
Not socks, smocks, and bedding
But documents evidentiary.

Free of all impediments,
The devil’s shredding documents
In all the various departments
Of Martings, a virtual mortuary.

“Sensitive documents” galore,
They’re stored on every floor
Of the former department store
That stands now in infamy. 

Finally they found a use
For that poor architectural excuse,
For that useless, decrepit moose
That crooks foisted off on the city. 

That’s were they hid the evidence
That belies their claims of innocence
The notorious ladies and gents
Whose only language is perjury:

Bauer, Baughman, Kalb, Malone—
Clay, Neal, Julia, Carol—the sly flyblown
Souls, the devils very own
Birds of a feather in hell’s aviary. 

Beneath the leaking Marting roof,
The devil’s shredding the proof—
The crooked Foundation head, aloof,
The clerk who goofs off at the grocery,

The shyster-meister of  petty crime,
All slithering in political slime
All groveling in the dregs of time,
The devil shredders of immorality.

                   Robert Forrey











Big Brother

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Chapter 6: Big Brother

“As a lay person you would not be able to understand the science of my experiments at Harvard,” the doctor began his explanation to Madelyn.
“What experiments?
“They involved Heck. That’s all I want to say.”
“Like a guinea pig?” she asked.
“Yes, you could say that, although Heck wouldn’t like the analogy. Would you, Heck?” The doctor looked at the rat, who tilted his head, like a curious cat, squinting up at the doctor while rubbing his nose with his paws. “Fruit flies are very useful for experiments and so are guinea pigs,” the doctor continued. “But for my purposes only Rattus norvegicus, would do. Not as cute as the guinea pig, perhaps . . .” Heck made a tiny squeaking noise. “Have I hurt your feelings? I’m sorry, Heck,” the doctor said.
“He understands you?” she asked. Up to now she had thought of the doctor as being eccentric. Now she wasn’t sure what to think.
“He understands me, of course,” the doctor said proudly. Then he added, in a show of bitter humor. “He’s got an IQ well above the average Democrat.”
 “But why did you bring him to the office?”
“I received a warning that the authorities might be paying a visit to the clinic today.”
“Today?” She couldn’t believe he had waited until now to tell her. She had felt nervous when she had arrived at the office that morning because of renewed rumors circulating in the town about an imminent crackdown on the so-called pill mills.
“That’s right. Today.”
“Then why did you bring the rat here.”   
“Because I’m sure they want me to think they’re coming to the clinic when what they really plan to do is to go to my home.”
“But how would they get in?”
“My landlady would let them in. She’s easily intimidated.”
“She’d let them in?”
“With alacrity.”
“With who?”
“In a heartbeat.”
 “But what would they be looking for? What records we have are in my computer.”
“They’re not after records.”
“Then what?”
“Why, Heck, of course.”
“What would they want with Heck?” Puzzled, she looked from the doctor to the rat and back at the doctor.
“The ‘rat’ as you like to call him is the key to everything.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s the answer.”
“To what.”
“To the single greatest threat to freedom in the world.”
“What threat?”
“Big Brother.”
“Big Brother?”
 “Precisely,” he said.
“Who’s  Big Brother?”
“You’ve never heard of Big Brother?”
“I don’t think so.”
Shaking his head and turning to the rat, the doctor said,   “What do you think of that, Heck? She’s never heard of  Big Brother.” As he continued shaking his head slowly,  Heck tilted his head and peered up at him curiously while the kittens looked down on what was happening with the  look of total incomprehension.
“Haven’t you read this pamphlet?” he asked her, picking up  one from the little pile he kept on his desk. “I distinctly remember giving you one, and one for your daughter.” The doctor opened it to one of the illustrations, showing a menacing Big Brother figure. He held it up to show her, then he laid it down on the desk, leaving it open to the same page, which the rat edged over to and looked down at, as if it  could read or at least appreciate pictures. Madelyn felt stupid. Was it possible the rat had not only heard of Big Brother but had also read about him? It couldn’t be, she told herself. She had a tee shirt, which she had worn  only once, to a Fourth of July fireworks display.  REDNECK AND PROUD OF IT! But she never could have imagined encountering a rat smarter than she was, a  show-off, smart-ass rodent which, if it had a tee shirt, would probably read SMARTER THAN A REDNECK!
“But what does the rat have to do with Big Brother?” she asked.
“Heck and I made a remarkable discovery.”
“About what?”
 “About Oxycontin,” he said.
“What about it?”
“Oxycontin is the diabolical means by which the American government is attempting to enslave us.”
“Enslave us?”
“Yes, by eliminating all resistance to Big Brother.”
 “But why are you prescribing it if it’s diabiblical?”
“Diabolical,” he corrected her. “Because the ends justify the means.”
Talk about ends and means always passed over her head, as it did now. She didn’t want to show her ignorance by asking him what he meant. She just looked at him blankly.
“I’ve discovered how to turn  Oxycontin into  Anti-Contin,” he explained.
“Anti-Contin?”
“Yes, an antidote to Statism.”
“Statism?” Statism was not something she had heard of before.
“What the Democrats believe in. ‘That government is best which governs most.’”
“That’s statism?”
“That’s right. But it won’t be much longer before I have enough money to   manufacture it in Mexico.”
“Mexico?”
“Yes. I plan to open a clinic there.
“But you’re  not  prescribing patients Anti-Contin now?”
“No, not yet.”
“What’s so special about it?”
“It’s derived from  Heck’s urine.”
“Heck’s urine? Hoy shit!” she exclaimed.


Madelyn looked at the rat on the desk, at the kittens on top of the file cabinet, at her own fun-house reflection in the doctor’s thick Coke bottle glasses, asking herself whether this was a bad dream or, worse still, a drug induced hallucination. At the moment, she believed she possessed the ability to feel the agony of the people outside in the line, most of them, like herself, who didn’t understand means and ends or statism from Adam.
 “A rat’s urine! That sounds disgusting,” she said. 
“That’s what you all say.”
“All?”
“All who are under the influence of Big Brother.”
 “A rat’surine! Yuck!”
“Not a rat’s urine. Heck’surine.”
“What makes Hecks urine so special?” she asked sarcastically.
“You could never guess,” he said, looking  up at the photo of Hayek on the wall before pronouncing solemnly: “Heck now shares the DNA of the greatest mind of the twentieth century.”
 “Up to now, I must have been blind as well as addicted.”
“What?” the doctor asked in disbelief. “You addicted, too?”
 “What about the DNA business?” she asked.
 “I obtained a lock of the Great One’s hair through extraordinary luck. If I wasn’t a man of science, I would say that providence had a hand in all this, even if it’s only the invisible hand.”
“The invisible hand?”
“The the invisible hand of the free market.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
And neither did Oxy and Contin, who were mewing and walking in circles on top of the file cabinet.  The doctor looked at his watch. “Madelyn, we have patients outside  in the throes of Statism. They’re waiting for us.”  
“I’m very much aware of them, Doctor,” she said, feeling  very attuned to them as this moment.
Are you a Democrat?” he asked.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Excuse the non sequitur,” he apologized.
“ I’m not into politics,” she said.
“Whom did you vote for in the last presidential election?”
Which presidential election?
“You didn’t happen to vote for the Black Big Brother, did you?”
“I don’t remember voting,” she said.
“You see, Heck, it’s the familiar vicious circle. One addiction leads to another, and people end up voting for  Big Brother.”
There was the sound of loud male voices with unfamiliar accents in the outer office. Huck flicked his tail nervously and the  kittens became even more agitated.
“Who’s out there?” the doctor shouted, bringing his little fist down hard on the desk. Panicked, the rat jumped off the desk and scrambled for a place to hide. Oxy overcame his fear of heights and jumped from the file cabinet  and Contin instinctively followed him. A cat may always land on its feet but the kittens tumbled over when they painfully hit the floor.
Suspecting it was a robbery, the doctor shouted, “I demand to know who’s out there?” A tense looking man in a gray suit and a striped necktie appeared suddenly in the door to the office. Behind him, looking over his shoulder, stood  a a square faced state trooper.
“Doctor Gudenoff?” the man in the suit asked.
“Yes, I am Dr. Gudenoff,” he answered defiantly. 
“I’m Special Agent Smith with the U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency.” He opened a wallet and flashed his DEA badge.
“Your Big Brother badge doesn’t impress me Special Agent Smith, do you understand?”
“This is Captain Porter of the State Police,” Smith said. “We have a warrant to search your clinic.”
“Oh, you, do you?” the doctor said contemptuously.
 “Doctor, do you have a key to the  closet in the outer office?” the trooper asked.
“No,” the doctor said sharply. “You’ll have to ask my office manager.”
Madelyn reached into her blouse pocket and took out the key. It was only then that she remembered where her purse with the Oycontin was. She kept a pair of galoshes in the locked closet. Last night she had heard about an imminent crackdown on the pain clinics. After she opened the clinic that morning, she had put her purse in the right galosh of the fur-lined pair she kept in the closet. What she was thinking as she handed the key to the trooper was that she might lose custody of Barbie when they discovered she had forged prescriptions. They would probably lock the doctor up  for a long time. She had heard that it was the case with doctors that, with the complicity  of their colleagues, who are eager to maintain the priestly status or their profession, that they got away with malpractice, if not murder. But she doubted the doctor would get away with his promiscuous  prescribing of Oxycontin. In the time she had worked for him he must have prescribed as many pills as the McDonald’s sign said it had sold hamburgers. But what would they do to her for having forged prescriptions? At that moment of uncertainty, she would have given anything for an Oxycontin and so would Oxy and Contin, cowering in a corner, as would also the doctor and his pet rat, who were as hopelessly hooked on the drug as anyone in the town. The rest of the country was about to learn  that it was ground zero of Oxycontin addiction in America.
When the doctor and Madelyn were ushered into the outer office by state troopers, Oxy saw his chance of escape. The front door was half open and he scooted for it, with Contin right on his tail and Heck not far behind. 

Lapdog Journalism

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Lapdog Lewis Lauds City Solicitor

Frank Lewis of the  Daily Times wrote a column on July 25th (“Solicitor’s Speech Reminds Us to See the Good Things”) that is one of that journalistic lapdog’s most shameless, hand-licking performances  In it, he flatters the  businessmen whose advertising dollars are helping keep the sinking Daily Times afloat along with his own job.  “We have business people such as Jeff Albrecht, Andy Glockner, Chris Lute, Rick Morgan, and numerous others, working selflessly,” Lewis fawningly wrote,  Selflessley? When he isn’t trying to fix an auction in Athens, Jeff Albrecht is trying desperately to get the Municipal Building torn down and replaced by something  that  will help him pay for the new Holiday Inn he built on the site of his previous downtown mistake,  the  Ramada Inn, the “Queen of the Rust Belt,” as one traveler dubbed it. Were the Glockners acting “selflessly” when they moved their automobile dealership from downtown Portsmouth several miles out on Route 23? Was Chris Lute acting selflessly when he did the same thing just a few years ago with Lute Plumbing? Glockner and Lute were  not acting selflessly; they were acting shrewdly, as businessmen must in the competitive commercial world. They were thinking of their profits, not of downtown Portsmouth’s wellbeing. All the empty buildings and lots that Lute left behind act as a further drag on the chronically depressed downtown economy. Moving was the sensible thing for Glockners and Lutes to do, but don’t be a poodle and lick their  “selfless” fingers.
At least the Lutes and Glockners and other businessmen whom ladog Lewis praises are successful, but Mike Jones is in the tradition of the failures and bankrupts who gravitate to public office in Portsmouth, such former and present city officials as Greg Bauer, Jim Kalb, John Haas, and David Malone. Although you are not likely ever to read Lewis writing about it,  Kalb, Haas, and Malone handled their personal finances so badly that they ending up declaring bankruptcy. The only question now is whether Mike Jones will be soon joining them. In 2007, Jones paid a whopping $325,000 for the  down-at-the-heels Crispie Creme donut shop on the corner of Waller and Gallia Streets, a property the County Auditor had valued at $107,990. Paying $325,000 for Crispie Creme, a three hundred percent increase over the value the auditor placed on it, is even more inflated than the $2,000,000 of taxpayer money Bauer, Kalb, et al, illegally drew on to pay for the Marting building.Where did Jones get the money to throw away on a dying industry like donuts? When it comes to diet, according to a nutritionist at the New York Obesity Research Center, the only healthy thing about a donut is the hole. Like almost all public officials in Portsmouth, Jones was a puppet of the dishonest,  now disgraced and defunct Southern Ohio Growth Partnership, from which he borrowed $147,000. Where did Jones get the rest of the money for his financially suicidal purchase? The American Savings Bank obliged him with a $182,000 mortgage.
        The donut shop was badly mismanaged under Jones, but it  probably would have failed anyway, with the heavy mortgage it was weighed down with. If only Crispie Creme had as many customers as it had cockroaches, it might have stayed in business. In an earlier posting on Crispie Creme, I asked, “Why did Jones and his partner pay $325,000 for a walking-dead donut shop?” Now that the business has gone belly up, as the For Sale in front of it crookedly proclaims, that question is even more pressing. If only there was an investigative reporter on the Daily Times, instead of a lapdog, we might get the answer.
The SOGP was Portsmouth’s shadow government, wheeling and dealing while playing with federal taxpayer dollars, doling out millions of dollars with little oversight. The American Savings Bank was not much better. In 2005, in a move that made it possible to avoid the kind of paper work and scrutiny that goes with being a publicly held company, ASB went private, buying out its shareholders. Since then, as a private company, its financial operations have become somewhat inscrutable, like they were at AIG, Bear Stearns, and Lehman Brothers. Why in the world would ASB grant a $187,000 mortgage to a business that time has proved  had absolutely nothing going for it? In 2005, ASB had granted a mortgage for a house at 2828 Willow Way for which Jones paid $192,000. The auditor had it valued at $142,820. That mortgage was apparently farmed out to CoreLogic, formerly First American, in Westlake, Texas, about which I will have more to say in another post. Jones has got to be the most highly leveraged person in Portsmouth city government. The question at the moment is will he join those other shady members of city government, Kalb, Haas, and Malone, in filing for bankruptcy? That is not a question the lapdog will answer.

Crispie Creme has gone belly-up as the crooked For Sale sign proclaims



Charge-off Chicanery

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“The Madame Gu of Portsmouth Politics.” 



Charge-off Chicanery

In a letter dated 16 July, 2012, Charles Barga of the state auditor’s regional office, in  Athens,  notified Portsmouth city auditor Trent Williams that the city’s latest state  audit, for 2011, revealed that the city had  continued to violate statutes  regulating accounting practices.  Barga reminded Williams that “Ohio Revised Code Section 5705.10H states that “monies paid into a fund must be used only for the purposes for which such a fund has been established.” He also pointed  out that in Portsmouth  “monies [are] being paid into funds and subsequently used contrary to their restricted purposes.” Williams has not been obeying those restrictions  for some  time.  Through a procedure that he puzzlingly  calls “charge-offs,” Williams has been making  what Barga calls “unallowable allocations,” that is he has been taking money from one fund illegally to pay the expenses of another.  Why? Apparently  in order to help pay the salaries and raises for  the mayor, the city auditor, the city solicitor,  and other city employees, including the fire and police department employees.   As a result, even during Portsmouth’s chronic periods  of financial shortfalls, the Portsmouth city auditor has used unallowable allocations to  help  pay salaries and provide raises, using funds, that is, “contrary to their restricted purposes.”
Williams calls the transfers he makes “charge-offs.” He considers them  allowable but the state auditor considers at least some of them unallowable. I have looked in vain in many dictionaries to find a definition of charge-off in the sense that  Williams uses that term. What hard copy and online dictionaries do say is that a  charge-off is an uncollectable or bad debt. For example, Wikipedia defines charge-off as “the declaration by a creditor (usually a credit card account) that an amount of debt is unlikely to be collected.”  Merriam-Webster traces this sense of the word as far back as 1892. Why does Williams misuse the word? Instead of calling an unaccountable allocation an unaccountable allocation, he calls it a “charge-off,” perhaps to fool taxpayers. He appears to be  misusing the word to try to cover up his  shady accounting practices. He may have fooled the public, but he has not fooled the state auditor. In the city’s 23 July response to Barga’s 16 July  letter, which has Williams name at the bottom, the word “charge-off”  is used thirteen times, but Barga had not used it even once in his letter to the city. I am assured by a Certified Public Accountant  that “charge-off,” in the sense that Williams uses it, is not a word that is part of the accounting lexicon, except when it refers  to an uncollectable debt. Williams should stop using the word “charge-off”  and say what he apparently means—namely “indirect costs” or what Barga calls  “allocation adjustments.” Indirect costs or allocation adjustments are legal, provided those who resort to them  prove they are warranted, which too often, according to Barga, is not the case in Williams’ bookkeeping. In  Williams’ bookkeeping,  “charge-offs” are the means by which he attempts to get  around the restrictions placed upon the city’s spending practices  by Ohio Revised Code Section 5705.10H.
  
Crux of the Matter

The crux of the matter, the point in dispute between the state auditor and Williams, is the city’s abuse of “charge-offs.” The city has used funds designated for sewers, water, street maintenance, etc. to pay salaries and benefits of other departmental employees. The result is that now many of those funds are in deficit positions and the infrastructure, for which the funds were supposed to be used,  are falling into disrepair. City water, sewer, and sanitation fees have increased steadily over the years to cover ever increasing salaries and benefits. In 2010,  over $1,000,000  was transferred from the water fund to cover salaries, overtime, and benefits of fire department personnel. Only the salaries and benefits of the water and sewer departments should be paid from the Water and Sewer Funds with a reasonable charge by the General Fund for administrative expenses. The city has used the charge-off methodology to justify the increase in water and sewer fees for years by charging fire department salaries and benefits  to the Water Fund and then passing the cost to the residents in the form of higher water and sewer fees. 
The amount of the charge-offs could not be justified by Williams, other than to say he has always done it that way. The first sentence of the city’s  letter (23 July 2012)  in response to Barga states, “The City of Portsmouth has used a system of payroll ‘charge-offs’  historically for as far back as at least 1993,” or about the time Williams became auditor, although it may be that cooking the books actually began when the notorious Tom Bihl was city  auditor. Regardless of when the illegal practice actually began, precedent is the main argument the city uses to justify these “charge-offs.” Not only in the first sentence, but on  page two of the city’s reply, the claim is made that “The City [in 2011] continued to use the same method [charge-offs] consistent with the past many years . . .” In the third and final page of the city’s letter, the claim is again made that “. . . the City has used a consistent methodology over many years” [emphases added]. In other words, the city has been doing it this way for so long (and getting away with it!) so Williams should be granted  some slack and not be required to change his methods immediately. But doing something wrong, unethical, or illegal for twenty or more  years doesn’t make it right or mean we have to put up with it any longer, does it?

Poisoning the Money Supply

In the New York Times (8 Aug. 2012) there was a report on  the  trial of Madame Gu Kailaithe, the wife of a prominent Chinese Communist official. She was convicted of poisoning a British businessman associate. Because she told the court there were extenuating circumstances—she claimed the British businessman had made threats against her son—she is expected to be spared the death penalty. The son is a student at Harvard’s  John F. Kennedy School of Government, so her claim seems specious. To my way of  thinking,  Trent Williams is the Madame Gu of Portsmouth politics. He is the poisonous auditor of  Portsmouth’s finances. He feels he should be granted a pardon and given more time to rectify any mistakes and balance the books.  Will the state auditor buy his argument? 
   First Ward councilman Kevin Johnson recently circulated an email reminding voters  that the City ended Fiscal Year 2011 with a deficit of $1.4 million, which the state auditor responded to by putting the city on Fiscal Watch. The deficit  projection for FY2012 is even more, $1,418,719. This is just the General Fund and does not include deficits in other funds such as Water and Sewer. At the beginning of 2012, the sewer fund had a $600,000 deficit, so, as usual, crooked politicians  in the Municipal Building city raised our sewer fees 10% to help cover the deficit.
The state auditor can place financially troubled municipalities in three  fiscal categories: Caution, Watch, and Emergency. Portsmouth was in Fiscal Caution last year, and now, even  after the city’s income taxes were increased it has moved on to the next most serious condition—Fiscal Watch. If the state auditor does not buy the convoluted excuses and veiled threat  of financial catastrophe in the city’s letter of 23 July,  Portsmouth may  be declared in Fiscal Emergency. But there could be a silver lining if that happens. If the city is placed in Fiscal Emergency, the State will take  over the finances of the city as it took over the finances of Scioto County, where there reportedly has been financial improvement. If what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, then what’s good for the county should be good for the county seat, Portsmouth.

Confucius Says 

 I have compared Williams to Madame Gu. A saying attributed to Confucius is, “Never seek illicit wealth.” Another could be, “Never resort to charge-off chicanery to hoodwink  taxpayers.” 







Ayn Rand's Dollar Mysticism (1963)

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cartoon from fishink.us



        Now that Mitt Romney has chosen Paul Ryan as his running mate, Ayn Rand (1905-1982), Ryan’s fascistic, rather kooky heroine, is in the news, with Ryan, donning Romney flip-flops,  repudiating his ties to her. She was in the news back in the early 1960s when Barry Goldwater was the Republican candidate for the presidency. Rand was credited with pointing Goldwater and the right-wing of the Republican Party down the libertarian, laissez-faire, anti-government path that it has been tripping down ever since. Nearly a half century ago, in 1963, I published a brief article on Rand in the final issue of a radical magazine that liked to think it was descended from the legendary The Masses. But the times they were a-changing, and William Buckley became the John Reed and the National Review the The Masses of the right. In “Ayn Rand’s Dollar Mysticism,” my point was that though Rand considered herself an atheist, I thought she had made a religion of the so-called Free Market. However much Ryan is now trying to deny it, Rand inspired Free Market Fundamentalists, like himself, who, a half century later, have seized control of the Republican Party in a coup orchestrated by Rupert MurdochWall Street Journal and the National Review.










Portsmouth, Ohio, and Westlake, Texas

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[Portsmouth] politicians, like Jesse James, have been holding up tax payers,
especially homeowners, for a long time.



A Comparison of Portsmouth, Ohio, and Westlake, Texas

This is a tale of two cities, Portsmouth, Ohio, and Westlake, Texas. In most respects the two seem to have  nothing in common, but as I will show in a later posting, there is an important but somewhat puzzling link between Westlake and Portsmouth.
  
Among the things Portsmouth and Westlake don’t have in common is age. Incorporated in 1815, Portsmouth is almost two hundred years old. When Westlake was incorporated in the late 1950s, Portsmouth was already a hundred and sixty years old. Another thing they don’t have in common is population. The population of Portsmouth, though it has been shrinking for about a half century, is just over 20,000, which is twenty times larger than Westlake’s 1,000. But don’t judge a city’s vitality by the number of residents. Many Portsmouthers are old (like me), unemployed, and unemployable. A  number of them are on welfare. Westlake by contrast is known for the number of its residents who are millionaires.  In 2011, Forbes Magazine concluded that Westlake, with a median annual household income of $250,000, was the richest community in America. The estimated per capita income in Westlake is $125,000. The median household in 2009 was about $251,000.

Portsmouth, on the other hand, is one of the poorest cities in Ohio. The estimated per capita income in Portsmouth in 2009 was $17,089. In the last five years the median price of houses sold in Portsmouth, where the real estate market, like the local economy, has been sluggish for about a half century,  was about $60,000. In Westlake the median price of houses is just over $1,000,000. The unemployment rate in Portsmouth is currently at about 12%. The unemployment rate in Westlake is 6.3. (Before the Great Recession  hit in 2009, unemployment in Westlake was only 4.3.) In 2009,  33% of Portsmouth’s population lived below the poverty level. You would have trouble finding anyone in Westlake below the poverty level.

    The top employers in Westlake are financial services, with Fidelity Investments, the international financial conglomerate (headquartered in Boston) being the number one, and CoreLogic (aka First American) the number two employer. Westlake has no industry to speak of and is proud of it, boasting of its rural character, “an oasis with rolling hills, grazing longhorns, and soaring red-tailed hawks,” an oasis interspersed with “vibrant corporate campuses,” according to its official website. Westlake’s motto is “A premier knowledge-based community.” In keeping with that motto, corporations have campuses. There is the TD Auto (formerly Chrysler Financial Services) Campus; Fidelity Investment Campus; Solana Corporate Campus. The First American and CoreLogic “campus” is located on Campus Circle. This is academia with an acquisitive twist, because it’s all about money. Most employees in Westlake work with their heads rather than their hands, and their heads are good with figures.

Comparative Crime Rate Indexes for Westlake and Portsmouth

If there were a category for illegal drug use, and Oxycontin in particular,
 Portsmouth would be off the charts.

A comparative study of the 2010 crime rates of Westlake and Portsmouth are startling. You are eight times more likely to be the victim of a crime in Portsmouth than in Westlake, and you are sixteen more times likely to have your home or automobile broken into; five times more likely to be raped; and nine times more likely to be murdered in Portsmouth than Westlake. The burglary rate in Portsmouth as long time residents know is much higher than statistics indicate, because many burglaries go unreported, some victims feeling it’s a waste of time, because the police force—at least under chief Charles Horner—hardly seemed interested. If there were a category for illegal drug use, and Oxycontin in particular, Portsmouth would be off the charts.There was a mix-up in online national news when it  was reported that a suspicious character with a weapon arrived at a movie theater in Westlake a half hour early and sat in the back where he was suspected of positioning himself as if at a shooting gallery. It was assumed it was Westlake, Texas, perhaps because Glenn Beck had put the town in the news, but it turned out the town in question was Westlake, Ohio, just outside of Cleveland.

      As if Portsmouth’s crime statistics were not bad enough, an algorithm used by USA.com measures another kind of crime: hate crime. According to USA.com, hate crime in Portsmouth is twenty-two times the national average.


Crime Doesnt Pay in Westlake

Statistics indicate the crime rate in Westlake, Texas, is negligible. The chief law breakers in Westlake appear to be drivers. Westlake collects more traffic fines per capita than any other town in Texas. Portsmouth might help resolve some of its financial problems if, like Westlake, it cracked down on not just drug but also vehicular traffickers, of which it has plenty, including several on the city council. The streets of Portsmouth are more like the Wild West than the streets of Laredo. Concerned not about drivers but Occupy Wall Street radicals, Fox talk show host Glenn Beck sold his mansion in New Canaan, in the country club section of Connecticut, and moved his family to Westlake, where for $20,000 a month he rented a $4 million dollar mansion in a remote, gated, golf course development. He plans eventually to build a gated mansion of his own. If avoiding crime is his highest priority, he couldn’t have done better than Westlake or worse than Portsmouth, where the politicians, like Jesse James, have been holding up tax payers, especially homeowners, for a long time. By contrast,  Westlake’s local sales tax is only 1% and it was not until 2010 that it introduced its first property tax.

If crime doesn’t pay in Westlake, servicing Portsmouth’s mortgages does, as I will show in a future posting.








The Illogic of CoreLogic

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Even Einstein couldn't figure it out



The Illogic of CoreLogic

It doesn’t make sense. Why would a troubled company whose main business is supposed to be advising others on whether or not to buy or sell mortgages, why would such a company itself go into the business of buying and selling mortgages when it itself was apparently a high risk company that those in the mortgage field should be wary of?  Core-Logic, in other words, was in a Catch-22 situation. If CoreLogic was doing its job properly it would  have warned itself that  CoreLogic was a risky company to be doing business with.  

First American, CoreLogic’s predecessor  had a troubled history. That may be why it rebranded itself with the awkward name of one of the companies it had acquired, CoreLogic. Two prominent officers of First American helped give the corporation a bad name. The septuagenarian director of First American, D. Van Skilling, was rumored to no longer have his Midas touch, and after CoreLogic lost $66.5 million in 2011, the second consecutive year of red ink, there was a board shakeup and Van Skilling announced his retirement. Then the chief financial officer of First American/CoreLogic, Anthony “Buddy” Piszel, resigned under a cloud in February, 2011, after it became known that he was under investigation for possible wrongdoing when he had been chief financial officer of Freddie Mac, the controversial quasi-governmental agency that had been accused, at least by Republicans, of helping bring about the so-called Great Recession. It did not help Piszel’s reputation, or First American/CoreLogic’s either, when his replacement at Freddie Mac committed suicide. The liberal online tabloid, the Huffington Post, reported that Piszel, while at Freddie Mac, instead of behaving like a Certified Public Accountant, had been living it up in a luxurious Maryland shore home, of which it provided a provocative  photo spread, not of nude women but of old money country club opulence. What  is expected above all of CFO’s, many of whom are glorified Certified Public Accountants, is financial probity, not profligacy. But Piszel proved to be a Jet-Setter in CPA clothing. “Some of the fancy toys on the property,” the Huffington Postpointed out, “include a $230,000 38-foot Fountain Sportfish Cruiser, ironically named ‘A Better Decision,’ powered by three fuel-sucking outboard engines, two high-end Jet Skis, a house Jeep and a few horses.” But the stock market crash that precipitated the Great Recession turned Piszel into a pretzel financially and  put his palatial coastal pad into the hands of a real estate agent. The asking price was just under $5 million.

Instead of improving its image, First American’s rebranding of itself as CoreLogic made it only worse. One handicapper estimated online that CoreLogic had almost a four-in-ten chance of going bankrupt in the next two years, offering the following colorful chart to illustrate its precarious predicament.


One of the problems at CoreLogic, the same handicapper explained, was  the ratio of assets to debts, as the following chart illustrates:



       Since the housing market has improved slightly in the last two quarters, so presumably has CoreLogic’s financial position, but it is not out of the woods yet, far from it, as the graphbelow, taken from the company’s most recent annual report makes clear, but only if you focus on the CoreLogic line, 
which shows that $100.00 invested in 2006 would have been worth only $60.00 at the end of 2011, a 40% loss. Highfields Capital, of  Boston, was CoreLogic’s unhappy, second biggest shareholder. Since Highfields was an $11 billion dollar company, it would have  invested closer to $10,000,000 than $100.00, and stood to lose not $40.00, but closer to $4,000,000.



            All these charts and figures may not have anything to do with the price of tea in China, but they probably have a lot to do with the price of mortgages in Portsmouth, where homeowners carry more CoreLogic mortgages than with all the other mortgage companies combined, by a roughly eight to one ratio, including such mortgage giants as  Bank of America and Wells Fargo. If First American is still in the mortgage business, you would not know it by Portsmouth, where it’s CoreLogic, CoreLogic, CoreLogic. It seems  illogical to me that  CoreLogic, a relatively small, financially troubled, faraway supposedly information-based company, the Portsmouth-focused branch of which is located in that odd little town of Westlake, Texas, carries the most mortgages in Portsmouth. The who, the why, and the how of it all is a mystery I will delve further into in my next post on the subject. 




CoreLogic Monopoly in Portsmouth?

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Mortgage Monopoly in Portsmouth?

In the comparison between Portsmouth, Ohio, and Westlake, Texas, that I made in my previous post, I emphasized the differences between the two towns. They don’t make things in Westlake, and they never have. They skipped the commercial and industrial stage that Portsmouth and many cities in the Northeast and the Midwest went through. What is now Westlake was for most of its history north Texas cattle country, but fairly recently, after a struggle between residents and developers over the future of the town, dramatized on NPR’s This American Life (click here). Westlake came to life economically as an “information-based” community.  Well west of the Rust Belt, Westlake is where they make money, or where,   more accurately, they make money on mortgages.
The way Westlake’s second largest employer, CoreLogic, claims it makes money is supplying information about the risks involved in selling or buying mortgages and insurance. But at least where Portsmouth is concerned it appears that CoreLogic’s main business is not selling information about but rather buying Portsmouth mortgages from local banks, including, and perhaps particularly, from American Savings Bank.  By rough estimate, in the last ten years or so about eighty per cent of Portsmouth mortgages were CoreLogic. Though it is not a Fortune Five Hundred company, it appears CoreLogic is  mopping up the floor in Portsmouth with the likes of Fortune Five Hundred mortgage companies like Bank of America, Wells Fargo, and Fifth Third, which rank nationally among the top mortgage giants. CoreLogic looks like it’s well on its way to monopolizing mortgages in Portsmouth.

City Officials: Portsmouth and Chillicothe

Who holds CoreLogic mortgages in Portsmouth? City officials, among others. Portsmouth’s unelected  mayor doesn’t have a mortgage because he bought his house at so low a price that he didn’t need one. But the city auditor, the second most important city official, has a CoreLogic mortgage on a $134,000 house. The  city solicitor, the third most important city official,  has a CoreLogic mortgage on a $192,000 house on Willow Way, in the Hill section of the city. The solicitor paid $192,000, or about $50,000 more than the $142,820 valuation that the county auditor  placed on it. The $192,000 figure is puny by the standards of Westlake but is way up there by Portsmouth’s.) The $50,000 is a much larger disparity (35%) than usual between the county auditor’s valuation and what a home sells for.  Incidentally, there  are five other houses on Willow Way,  a short street, that have CoreLogic mortgages. Of the three members of city council who have mortgaged homes, two are with CoreLogic and the third is with American Savings Bank (ASB).  Former police Charles “Matt Dillon” Horner’s home on 28th Street does not have a mortgage, but a dozen other houses on the street do, and eleven of the twelve are with CoreLogic while the twelfth is with Bank of America.
In the past I’ve compared Portsmouth and  Chillicothe because the two cities have a lot in common. Do they have  CoreLogic in common? Apparently not, at least not among city officials. Looking at the real estate records of Chillicothe city officials, I found a wide variety of mortgages, but CoreLogic was not among them. The Chillicothe mayor has had a number of mortgages, all with Chillicothe banks, especially with the Chillicothe branch of National City Bank, whose corporate name is now PNC. It’s what I would expect a politician to do—support the local economy by patronizing local businesses, especially for an automobile or mortgage.  All other things being equal, whether you are a politician or ordinary citizen, why wouldn’t you want to support the local economy? The Ross County recorder has an extensive real estate history, which began  back in 1973. Her mortgages usually had direct ties to Ross County and Chillicothe. In the last ten years, she has mortgages almost exclusively from  the Chillicothe Fifth Third Bank. So for some time, with their mortgage choices, Chillicothe public officials have been supporting Chillicothe’s economy, not Westlake’s.
Portsmouth has a PNC branch and a Fifth Third branch in Portsmouth. but they are also-rans compared to CoreLogic. The Portsmouth Fifth Third branch resembles a poor cousin of the Fifth Third family. Because it can’t afford the spacious downtown building it now occupies, Fifth Third, under the coaxing of developer Jeff Albrecht,  has tried to persuade the city government to  move its offices to floors above the bank. But like the Marting building, the First Third building hides its age behind a deceptive façade. The facade ain’t really brick at Marting’s and neither is at Fifth Third. The heating and cooling systems in Fifth Third are reportedly a problem, as is the roof. Though it is not nearly as old as the Marting’s, the Fifth Third Building is unsuitable for city offices. The taxpayers of Portsmouth would be taking not much less of a screwing if Albrecht, acting like a procurer, is able to bring Fifth Third and the city government together.

Questions Remain

Questions remain: why is so much of Portsmouth’s mortgage money ending up about a thousand miles away in Westlake when branches for Fortune Five Hundred companies, such as Fifth Third Portsmouth are  hungry for business, including mortgages. What other banks besides American Savings Bank, acting as intermediaries, and subsequently as agents, are selling mortgages to CoreLogic? Is CoreLogic paying that much more than its competitors? Shouldn’t CoreLogic’s shaky financial situation and peculiar relationship with its former partner First American be a warning sign? If there was some tacit separation agreement between First American and CoreLogic that the latter’s main business would be selling information about mortgages and First American’s would continue to be buying and selling mortgages, or mortgage notes, CoreLogic’s footprint in Portsmouth constitutes evidence to the contrary. Furthermore, First American acknowledged in its 2011 filing with the Securities Exchange Commission that the fact that it  and CoreLogic were now competitors, not partners, posed serious potential financial risks.  There is an executive, Parker Kennedy, who occupies the same position at both companies! Isn’t that a clear conflict of interest?
Is there somebody in the financial circles in Portsmouth involved in a conflict of interest, at least where mortgages are concerned? Is there some suit in some hypothetical bank in Portsmouth who, in selling mortgages to CoreLogic, is selling out the citizens of Portsmouth, and is that hypothetical bank as financially shaky as CoreLogic? And do those homeowners in Portsmouth with CoreLogic mortgages understand that they are helping make Westlake the most prosperous community in America while Portsmouth remains among the poorest? Where’s the logic in that? 
The city official who has most to explain is solicitor Mike Jones because his mortgages with CoreLogic, American Savings Bank, and the now defunct and disgraced Southern Ohio Growth Partnership are as illogical as any one persons could be. Jones has proven as incompetent in the donut business as he has in the courtroom. He appears to be a sucker for overpriced mortgages, and it would not be a surprise to see him declare bankruptcy, following in the footsteps or our  former mayor Jim Kalb, our current unelected mayor David Malone, and the next in line to be mayor, city council president John Haas. 
Somebody who might be able to unravel the mystery of Jones’s mortgage with the SOGP is Bob Huff, that defunct organization’s director, but he is not talking about Jones, CoreLogic, or anything else. Maybe he is waiting for his day in court.  On the day the new Grant Bridge opened, our hip angel of the airwaves, Steve Hayes, reported that Bob Huff, in the manner of Neal Hatcher, was giving passing motorists the finger. Now it may be Huff, left holding the bag, who is getting the finger. Huff’s home on North Hill Road, incidentally, has a CoreLogic mortgage.


Bob Huff, yet another CoreLogic mortgagee, fired for allegedly cooking the books at the SOGP






Waste Water Dunces

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This is a paragraph from an unsigned notice sent out by the city falsely claiming that the U.S. EPA has ordered 63 residents of the Grandview area to disconnect their downspouts. Neither unelected mayor Malone, Wastewater Dunce Duncan, nor City Solicitor Jones was apparently willing to sign the notice. For more on this issue, see former elected mayor Jane Murray's website (click here).



"With all due respect, Mr. Duncan, in your Power Point presentation, you say 'downsprouts' are causing Grandview's flooding problems, but I don't think you know a downspout from a horses's ass."



Jesus Walking on Water on Grandview Avenue

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Jesus Walking on Water on Grandview Avenue
1. Jesus  2. Wastewater Director  3. Rat  4. Devil's Disciple  5. Auditor  6. Solicitor              
7. Unelected Mayor   8. Hepzibah



O, shit! Not another flood?
Havent they got it under control?
No, fixing downspouts was a dud,
Money poured down a rat hole.

O say can you see
The solicitor in this spoof?
The pawn of the S.O.M.C.—
Hes mortgaged through the roof.    

Duncan’s been fired more than once.
He only knows how to sue.
The rat chews out the dunce
Up to his neck in do-do. 

A preacher of pretense,
In the rear is our unelected mayor,
Because he’s terminally dense,
He doesn’t have a prayer.

Unable to add, subtract, or think 
About accounting rules he loves to flout, 
The auditor’s drowning in red ink, 
But charge-offs bail him out.

And what of that sourpuss,
The devils disciple, giving us the finger?
We wish, like Christ, we could walk on water, 
But we’re just recycled through the wringer. 













Just Say No to Horner!

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By the 2010 census, Scioto County, which covers about 616 sq. miles, has a population of 79,499. The  city of Portsmouth, on the other hand covers only about 12 sq. miles and has a population of only about 20,226. Which do you think is the more challenging job, being the sheriff of Scioto County or the captain of the Portsmouth Police Department? If Horner couldn’t handle the job of police chief, how is he ever going to handle the job of sheriff?

Scene of botched drug bust. Sergeant Horner didn't sleep here.

For some time  Horner has screwed up royally as the Portsmouth police chief. In fact, he was a screw-up even before he was chief. He was screwing up royally back in 1992, when he was only a sergeant.  In that year  plainclothes officers under  Sergeant Horner’s command mistakenly broke into the home of an elderly couple in Portsmouth who had just returned from evening church services. Had Sergeant Horner been on the scene he might have been able to point out the house where the bust should have been made, but for some reason he wasn’t there. Was the reason he wasn’t there because he didn’t want to put himself in the line of fire? Once he was told  that the wrong house had been broken into, the incompetent Horner, in an attempt to cover his own ass,  rushed over to the house his men had broken into and practically got down on his knees to beg forgiveness from the traumatized couple. Would they sue him? Would they cost him his job? Thats what he was obviously worried about. He offered to sleep overnight on their living room couch if it would make them feel safer. They declined his offer. Would it help them to sleep knowing the incompetent sergeant was sleeping on their couch, the same sergeant whose men, even after they had broken in the door and saw they were an elderly couple, continued to treat them like drug dealers? (For more on the botched drug bust, click here.)

Horner has been masquerading  lately as a sheriff, as sheriff Matt Dillon of Dodge, Kansas, but back in 1992, he did a much better imitation of Inspector Clouseau. As police chief, Horner was asleep on the job as Portsmouth gained notoriety as one of the ten most dangerous American cities to live in and as the Oxycontin capital of America. He has been figuratively sleeping on the couch as the city has gone to hell. Now he wants to sleep on the couch of the county. Neither the city nor the county should be burdened any longer by this man and his physical and psychiatric ailments. He is offering his services to the county, but like the couple in Sciotoville, the voters should, to coin a phrase, “Just say no to Horner.”

Just say no to Horner masquerading as Matt Dillon


The Party’s Over

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Nick Basham, the poster boy for everything
 that is wrong with pawnish Portsmouth politicians


The Party’s Over

The death yesterday of singer Andy Williams and an article that appeared in the Portsmouth Daily Times today (9/27/2012) titled “Layoffs Possible After State Reviews Budget Plan,” made me think of the lyrics of the  popular song:

The partys over
It
s time to call it a day
They
ve burst your pretty balloon
And taken the moon away
It
s time to wind up the masquerade
Just make your mind up the piper must be paid

     Yes,  the party appears to be over as far as the illegal budgetary transfer of public funds, which the City Auditor and PDT  reporter Frank Lewis continue misleadingly to refer to as “charge-offs.” Instead of calling an illegal transfer of funds an illegal transfer of funds, or an unwarranted allocation,  to use the state auditors phrase, the city auditor has been calling  it a “charge-off” to dupe the public, and the Portsmouth Daily Times has played along with the duping, for duping helps make the party possible. According to state statutes, monies must be used for the purposes for which they were  appropriated. Charles F. Barga, Chief Auditor for the Athens Region, informed  City Auditor Trent Williams that  “Ohio Revised Code Section 5705.10(H) states that monies paid into a fund must be used only for the purposes for which such fund has been established.” Barga, incidentally,  is a Certified Public Accountant. Portsmouth City Auditor Williams is not.
What the city government has been illegally doing for years is partying on public money, using funds that were appropriated for roads, sewers,  public buildings, etc., using those largely for salaries  and benefits for themselves and other city employees. To stay in office, Portsmouth politicians have been buying off public employees by  illegally  transferring funds. Most of our elected and unelected office holders are the bankrupt pawns of local plutocrats. The denigrated  Municipal Building, a photo of which accompanied the Times article, is a dingy  monument to “charge-offs,” that is to illegal budgetary transfers. Instead of maintaining the building, the politicians for a long time  have been neglecting it.  The city council recently appropriated some six thousand dollars for engineers to make yet another study of whether or not the building is a hopeless wreck. If it is, it is a result more than anything of “charge-offs”  and recurring costs of these engineering studies of the building’s structure.
Party Pooper
The party pooper, the person who helped bring the illegal transfer of funds to the attention of  the public and state officials, is former mayor Jane Murray. Because she would not party along with the boys, because she was not a party girl, she was vilified as a witch and recalled from office. Any elected official who shows signs of fiscal sanity, and doesn’t indulge in the “charge-off” double talk,  is labeled as a head case or malcontent and is soon  out of office. Bob Mollette, who I believe may have been the most conscientious and capable city council member in the last half century, was replaced by one of the most unqualified council members in the last half century, Nick Basham, an obstreperous, bumptious, arrested adolescent who was known for throwing chairs around when he was a temper tantrum teacher and later served as the taunter-in-chief of Mayor Murray when she was in office. Now he is a budget basher.  “It really bothers me as a local elected official that first we had one plan of CIP money a local judge didn’t find palatable,” Basham is quoted in the PDT article as saying. “So we came up with another plan, and we thought this out. We worked the budget out. We came up with numbers that within years we could be back at least to a level. And now it’s almost like having the rug pulled out from under you. It’s the state telling the local government basically what you can and can’t do and at the same time telling us we can’t have a deficit. So what if we just don’t do anything with this? If we leave it the way it is, what is the State Auditor going to do?” Instead of chairs, Basham is  now throwing budgets around. How dare anyone tell us we cant continue to do charge-offs and run deficits!
What Basham reflects is the deeply rooted distrust and dislike of outsiders and the defiance of authority that is ingrained in hill culture. Steve Hayes on WNXT and Frank Lewis on the PDT help fan this incestuous Appalachian paranoia, a paranoia that our local plutocrats profit from. They don’t want anyone restricting them in their greedy accumulation of millions.  Just as states’ rights were  used historically to perpetuate slavery,  the city charter has been used to perpetuate “charge-offs” and corruption.  Budget basher Basham is the poster boy for everything that is wrong with pawnish Portsmouth politicians, and  he is the best argument for getting rid of the city charter. He’s no longer throwing half-price drink parties for disgruntled city employees in his bar, but he continues to act as if the drinks are on the taxpayers. The party’s over my paunchy friend and the piper must be paid. 

The Municipal Building, a dingy  monument to “charge-offs”

Shawnee State University's Academic Reputation

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Billboard near Shawnee State U.



The report yesterday (1 Nov. 2012) from CBS news that Shawnee State U. is among the worst American universities in terms of retention of students is hardly news to those familiar with the history of S.S.U. Just as Central State U., has a mission to serve poor black students, S.S.U. has one to serve poor white  students in the Appalachian region of south central Ohio. Retention rates, given this constituency, are not going to be good. Could the rates be better? Certainly,  in the case of S.S.U. At least some students used to stay at S.S.U. only long enough to pick up their first  financial aid check, but former President James Chapman stopped the worst of that racket.  But the  Board of Trustees have historically made what is bad at S.S.U. worse. Still, the rates would  have been bad even if the trustees were better and if the administration had been better at retention.
In terms of retention, at least, the switch from quarters to semesters was the single worse thing that has happened in the last ten years  at S.S.U. The quarter academic calendar is better for disadvantaged students in a number of ways, including retention. But semesters work better for advantaged students, who are much better prepared financially and academically than disadvantaged students, sothe powers that be, most of whom were educated at semester colleges and universities, decided  higher education in Ohio could not exist half slave and half free—oops I mean half quarters and half semesters. Uniformity in calendar was pushed even if public colleges and universities  of  Ohio  were very different in character and student body.  If Ohio University could not stop the semester juggernaut, S.S.U. had no choice but to go along.

Two postings I made on the academic reputation at S.S.U. can be found by clicking on the two links below. Much of the documentation in them is missing because the damnable fee Flickr photo service summarily deleted my charts and illustrations  once I switched to the free photo service provided by Google.

http://rivervices.blogspot.com/2005/04/ssu-turmoil.htmlhttp://rivervices.blogspot.com/2005/04/ssu-turmoil.html

Horner’s Son

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 "Comments from the Web" in the  Portsmouth Daily Times (2/12/2012)



Horner’s Son: People Who Live in Crack Houses Shouldn’t Throw Stones

David Horner, son of the former Portsmouth police chief, has injected himself into his father’s campaign for sheriff of Scioto County, thereby making himself a campaign issue. Presumably it was Horner’s son who earlier this year signed a post in an online chatroom  as DavidHorner2, responding to previous anonymous responders who identified themselves as Pepprkorn, firstresponder1, and ramz711.  Criticizing the three, who didn’t have anything good to say about his father, DavidHorner2 began, “People like you kill me.”  Then he turns in particular to firstresponder1, who had asked “how in the heck does this guy run for sheriff when he is on worker’s compensation????” Horner1 responded snidely, “So your [sic] telling me if you had P.T.O. [paid or personal time off, i.e. workman’s comp] you wouldn’t take it?” [F]irstresponder1 had also written, “also i think the next sheriff will be the current one [Donini] we have right now.” Horner2 replied to firstresponder1, “As to the Sheriff part, The only reason I could think you don’t want [Charles] Horner in there and the current one [Donini] to stay is because Horner actually does something besides sit at a desk all day. Are you afraid he is going to make it hard for you to score your drugs or is it that he already has and your [sic] mad?” (Quoted in  Comments from the Web, in the  Portsmouth Daily Times [2/12/2012].)
The chutzpah of David Horner lecturing anybody about drugs  might escape you if you didn’t know that the police chief’s son had not only been using drugs but had been dealing them  from high school onwards. That adolescent  stage of David Horner’s drug career culminated on June 25, 2000, according to Shawnee Sentinel writer John Welton, when he was arrested at the age of nineteen and subsequently found guilty  of   possessing drugs and drug paraphernalia. I looked in  the  Portsmouth Daily Times archives for the whole month of  June, 2000, but found no  mention of David Horner’s arrest. I looked also at court records, but found no mention of his arrest there either. Does this mean Horner’s son was not arrested? Hardly, because the PDT has a long tradition of not reporting embarrassing news about anyone connected with the wealthy and influential crooks who control the city politically and economically. When Jeff Barron made the mistake of reporting that a drug dealer who was arrested worked as a mechanic at Glockner Motors, he was fired not long afterwards. There was a report on the arrest of Horner’s son in court records, according to John Welton, but it had been expunged. “The criminal records of the Chief’s son had been hidden by court order in March 2003 by judge Richard Schisler,” Welton reported in The Sentinel on July 18, 2003. Welton, whose handle was Doug Deep, had dug deep and found that David Horner’s   arrest for drugs record had not been completely expunged.
 David Horner continued selling drugs  after his 2000 conviction. A person in a position to know told me that Horner’s son  had brazenly sold drugs in Damon’s Restaurant, directly across from the Portsmouth police station. I learned from published sources that he was also selling drugs in New Boston, where  an ambitious New Boston sergeant, Matt Powell, was  making a name for himself as a drug-buster. Powell claimed he was close to arresting David Horner for dealing drugs in New Boston, but Chief Horner,  in an effort to prevent his son  from being arrested, began putting obstacles in Powell’s way. According to a timeline John Welton assembled for these events, during January, 2003, David Horner was “under surveillance by Sgt. Matt Powell for possible criminal activity in the Village of New Boston. Drug dealers claim that they tipped off Chief Horner that his son was being investigated by Sgt. Matt Powell.”
Even after his conviction in 2000 David Horner as a twenty-something continued to receive preferential treatment when he got in trouble with the law. A very reliable person told me of hearing on a police scanner that a David Horner had been found to have drugs and paraphernalia in his car when he was stopped by police in West Portsmouth. No  report of this incident appeared in the local media nor is there any reference to it in David Horner’s rap sheet. Another person told me of  hearing on another occasion that Horner’s son had been stopped in Sciotoville and found to be in possession of  drugs. A senior citizen couple told me they were near Andy’s Glass shop on 8th Street when David Horner drove into the back of a truck. Obviously in a drugged state, Horner was detained by two Portsmouth police officers until Chief Horner arrived and drove him away. That accident was not reported in the media, nor is there any record of it on David Horner’s rap sheet. These unreported incidents took place about ten years ago. But as recently as two years ago, while Horner was still  chief, a Portsmouth police officer told me Horner was still protecting his son. That’s all he would tell me, and I think he regretted telling me that much, because he was taking a chance telling me anything. 
Being father of a  son,  but one who fortunately has never had a drug problem, I can sympathize with Horner’s father doing everything he could  to prevent his son from being arrested and sent to prison, but I cannot condone his failure to uphold the law, which as a police officer,  he was sworn to do. Horner elbowed his way up the ranks of the Portsmouth police force, from Sergeant Screw-up, to Captain Incompetent, to Chief Enabler, finding it easier to ignore and cover up than confront his son’s drug problems.





Did an automobile accident in front of Andy's Glass go unreported?

I began this piece by quoting Horner’s son boasting that his father “actually does something beside sit at a desk all day,” the implication being that that’s all Donini does, sit at his desk all day.   But John Welton thought that  that was just what the father was guilty of,  as far as his addicted son was concerned—he sat on  his rear. “I have an agenda for you Chief Horner, Welton wrote in The Sentinel. “Get off your butt  and do your job. Why don’t you go to the Sciotoville crack house where you have admitted to Sentinel  staff members that you were aware your son is buying his crack. Call me a liar Chief Horner. We notified you of the drug house, as we have done on many of your local busts, and your words were, ‘I know he’s there but what can I do? If he doesn’t buy it there, he will buy it somewhere else.’ Well heck, Chuck, if you shut off his supply then he might have to leave town with the other drug users and our town would be safe. That is a terrible reason for not busting a dope house you know exists.” Yes,  Welton is an ex-felon, but in my experience in Portsmouth the indicted felons are far more truthful than the unindicted felons who control the city poitically and economically. If the scales of justice had been balanced,  David Horner himself would probably be an ex-felon.
It would have been better for his father, for his mother and for himself, if  Horner’s son had not gotten involved at all in his father’s campaign because in doing so he calls attention not only to his own history of drug abuse but to his father’s  helping to cover it up.  In fact, it would have been better for everybody in Scioto County if Horner had not chosen to run for sheriff because if he is elected, the same cycle will probably begin again. Horner cannot help being Horner. And now there is someone else who could end up paying for the sins not only of the father but also of the grandfather. There is in David Horner’s rap sheet,  if it too hasn’t been expunged, a record of his paternity case against a woman who bore two children while she consorted with him during his drug daze. David legally challenged  that he was the biological father of one of the two children, and DNA tests proved he was right. He therefore was not legally obligated to provide financial support for the unrelated child. For the sake of the child whom he did accept as his, it would be better if that child did not have a grandfather who might become the despised sheriff of Scioto County, just as it would have been better for David if he had not had to grow up as the son of the despised Portsmouth police chief.
In view of David Horner’s past drug-dealing, and in view of his father’s reported covering up for him, it is ironic that members of the SOLACE group are backing his father for sheriff. I believe some members of  SOLACE have been bamboozled by Horner, but those who know him best—and who knows Horner better than members of the Portsmouth police force?—want no part of him. In a straw vote conducted by the Portsmouth police union, Horner got not a single vote favoring him for sheriff.
I would not have written this particular post about Horner’s son if he  hadn’t implied firstresponder1 was a druggie just because firstresponder1 predicted Horner’s father would not be elected sheriff.  “Are you afraid he is going to make it hard for you to score your drugs or is it that he already has and your [sic] mad?” Horner’s son asked responder1. Apparently Horner’s son  has not learned that people who live in crack houses should not throw stones. 




Just Say No to Horner #2

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Even a beautiful sixty-nine year old senior Just Says No to Horner



Letter circulating among Scioto seniors


“I said have you ordered your Just Say No to Horner t-shirt?”















Just Say No to Horner, #3

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“Psst! Psst! Hey, Marshall Dillon. It’s me, your buddy Chuck, up here on the billboard.”



Building Trouble: 2837 Scioto Trail

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2837 Scioto Trail, on Horners Architectural Trail of Tears

       A recent post by Jane Murray on her lively website wegottroublerighthereinrivercity calls attention to the checkered history of 2837 Scioto Trail, a building now being occupied by the SOLACE group, which, in my opinion, started out with the praiseworthy purpose of consoling the families and friends of deceased drug addicts, but was hijacked by former Portsmouth police chief Charles Horner for his own political purposes. Horner has been building trouble his entire phony drug-busting career. Having failed miserably as a drug-busting police chief, Horner was already planning to abandon ship, the ship from which he had frequently been AWOL for physical and mental problems, and run for sheriff. 

       It was ironic that SOLACE should end up in the singularly ugly building that had last been occupied, briefly, by a pill mill. That its occupancy was brief was owing not to Chief Horner, whose failures as a drug-buster are legendary, but rather to former Mayor Murray, whose recall from office, with additional irony, Horner and the landlord of 2837 Scioto Trail, Ronald Cole, were instrumental in bringing about. Cole circulated petitions to recall Murray, and Horner, in a typical treacherous betrayal of whomever the mayor (his boss) happened to be, was first to sign a recall petition for Murray. Did Horner’s slowness in dealing with the pill mill on the trail have anything to do with the camaraderie that he and Cole might have shared as a result of their cooperating in the campaign to recall Murray? And did SOLACE’s moving into 2837 Scioto Trail having anything to do with the image problems the Coles had created as a result of hosting pill millers in the building? Who better to help take the pill-mill stigma off the ugly building than SOLACE? Just as Horner had used SOLACE to cover up his notorious ineffectiveness in fighting the drug epidemic, did Cole use SOLACE to rehabilitate 2837 Scioto Trail? Murray wrote in her post, “[T]hough the committed people in the local prescription drug fighting organization SOLACE are no doubt unaware, the very building in which they have located in Portsmouth is at none other than 2837 Scioto Trail.” Is it possible the SOLACE folk were that gullible and unaware of what they were getting into when they moved into that building?


The Ladies of Solace not saying no to Horner
       Along with a number of other buildings in Portsmouth (think of the police station in the Municipal Building, the Marting building, the Marting’s Annex, the Adelphia building, the gas company building on Clair Street), 2837 Scioto Trail has become part of an architectural trail of tears that Horner created in his sorry political career. Now he covets the County Sheriff complex, and if with the help of SOLACE members he is elected, that edifice too will be haunted by his controversial presence, for wherever Horner goes he builds trouble.


Adelphia building, on Horner's architectural trail of tears

Who's Mentally Unfit for Sheriff?

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Little Chuck Horner
Sat in a corner
Talking like a tough guy.
“Fee, fi, fo, fum—
That day  will  surely come
When Sheriff Matt Dillon am I.”






Canning the Can-Can Man

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The canned party animal Randy Yohe (first on left)
 kicking up his heels as a can-can dancer



The kid glove treatment of law enforcement of WSAZ’s Randy Yohe suggests that the protected class of criminals in Appalachian Ohio includes not just the drug-dealing sons of  police chiefs, as was the case in Portsmouth, but of “on-air personalities” as well. At 12:30 a.m., Saturday evening, October 21, 2012, according to the story in the Ironton Tribune, Yohe drove through a stop sign in Coal Grove and also went over the centerline and a concrete lane divider. The arresting officer found an open container of alcohol in Yohe’s silver Ford F-150, a violation of Ohio law, as well as illegal drugs (marijuana) and drug paraphernalia. Yohe was taken to the Ironton Police Department where his blood alcohol level was recorded as .12, well above the legal limit .08. Since no mention was made of marijuana showing up in the blood work, I am assuming Yohe was drunk but not stoned.
Yohe claimed that the pot and the paraphernalia were left in his car by a friend he had given a lift to. This sounds suspiciously like the kind of hot air one can expect from an on-air personality. Should there be some kind of recognition (call it the Yohe Prize) for drunk drivers who don’t let friends drive stoned? Did the Coal Grove police ask Yohe for the name of the  alleged passenger so that they could check out Yohe’s claim that the drugs were not his? The Tribune story doesn’t say, but I doubt that the police even asked for the name. On the following Monday, Coal Grove Police Chief Eric Spurlock reduced the DUI charge to “aggravated reckless driving.” Theres no mistaking Spurlock for Sherlock. The sweeping under the rug has begun. The DUI charge could have led to Yohe losing his license for six months. The police and the media in many communities are in a symbiotic, you-scratch-my-back-I’ll-scratch-yours, relationship, as we learned only too well in Portsmouth when Charles Horner was the chief and  the Portsmouth Daily Times turned a blind eye for years to the criminal behavior of his drug dealing son.
Instead of being locked up for the night, Yohe was released on his own recognizance and allowed to call a taxi to take him home. The hung-over  Yohe  publicly apologized to his employer (WSAZ) and his wife, but not to the viewers of WSAZ, whose trust as a reporter he had violated, or to the public, whosesafety he had jeopardized by driving drunk. A Tribune reader asked, “What if he had of hit my mother, sister, brother or grandchild while driving intoxicated?” Another reader, commenting on what he or she considered the kid-glove treatment of Yohe, protested. “This is not right. Shame on you Chief Spurlock.” Another reader with the moniker “stupid redneck” wrote, “It couldn’t happen to a more deserving person. I have watched him report on pot busts and know for a fact that he showed damaging footage in the report that had nothing to do with the people involved. I hope he gets fired and never works again.” Another reader wrote, “I am beginning to see how the news works now . . . we will see how long this will run until it is swept under a rug.” Someone on Topix reported Yohe appeared to have been under the influence of something on WSAZ a few weeks ago when he lost his train of thought and said nothing for thirty seconds, an eternity in on-air time. Time has run out for this on-air personality, for the Can-Can man has been canned so he no longer can. I guess Steve Hayes wont be doing any more   “Rapping with Randy” interviews on  WNXT, interviews in which  Hayes deferred  to the West Virginian Yohe as the on-air authority on crime in Appalachia.
I think it was the arrogance Yohe displayed as an on-air personality that makes the apparent pampering of him by Chief Spurlock so hard to take. Called YoYo unaffectionately by one of his critics, Yohe used to blow in and out of Portsmouth like the city mouse, the big cheese from the metropolis (Charleston-Huntington!), deigning to report on the doings of the country mice of Scioto County. I recall him coming in noisily about fifteen minutes late, blaming the traffic, and interrupting a public meeting Portsmouth mayor Jane Murray was conducting. He had the attitude that Murray, having started the meeting without him, was obliged to fill him in on what had taken place in his absence before the meeting could resume. Along with his buddy, our local  on-air personality at WNXT (someone on Topix wondered if Yohe had been driving home drunk “from his buddy Steve’s house”), Yohe played a prominent part in the demonizing of Mayor Murray by the media. One can easily imagine how Yohe would have covered the story if it was she who had been arrested for drunk driving with an open container and drugs in her possession. But on-air personalities and the drug-dealing sons of police chiefs are not to be SLAPPed around. That kind of treatment is reserved for uppity women.


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