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Aguirre Sums Up Criminal Activity That Led to Pension Deficit
Don, if you like, send me the file and I'll post it on www.changesandiego.org Best, Fred— December 7, 2008 12:15 p.m.
Letters
It was just an innocent blog comment, honey! Don't blow it up all out of proportion. Sure, jfeala and I were necking on the couch at that party Josh was invited to, but I was drunk, and so was she...at least I hope jfeala is a she... I'm sorry, MsGrant. I'll make it up to you. Tell you what. Since I'm a traditionalist, I'll go find some severed plant genitals bound together with a rubber band. Would that work? Fred the Filanderer— December 6, 2008 11:03 a.m.
Ladies and Gentleman...the President of the United States of America. Or a Prankster
If I were Josh, I'd probably say "Idiot" too. But since I'm Fred, just let me point out that "Sergel" is absolutely correct in every particular. Helmut Kohl's clone has been sleeping on my couch for the last few weeks, and he told me all the details. Stolen bio-materials are everywhere...maybe even on that dirty sock lying suspiciously near your bed. Yes, I mean you, Fumber. The US Military Clones, directed and controlled out of the secret Cedars Sinai operational headquarters, are right now taking over the world. Even Josh Board has been replaced with a clone who acts, thinks, and behaves exactly like Josh Board. That's how you can tell. If the person is "exactly" the same as always, then you know for sure it's really a clone. So it's no surprise that the wise Congresswoman from Florida recognized Obama as an impostor immediately. She knows that if it sounds like Obama, looks like Obama, behaves like Obama...well, it shows that's not really Obama. In fact, I strongly suspect that Sergel is himself a clone of his original self, but just doesn't realize it yet. I'm glad I could clear this up for you all. And, fifibutton, I'll have you know that "fanny" means something VERY different in the U.K., and you should be ashamed of yourself. Or your clone. Which ever. Best, Fred— December 6, 2008 10:32 a.m.
Make My Gay: Protesting In San Diego
I know two other former Mormons who got around to formally resigning from the church over the exact same issues. I wonder if any journalist out there is tracking this story...how many Mormons have resigned in the last month? Keep up the good work, Mindy.— December 6, 2008 10:11 a.m.
San Diego PADRES
It's costing the city more than $11 million every year to pay off those fraudulent ballpark bonds. We don't even know how much more the city is paying for extra trolley service, police, and traffic enforcement for each game. But we do know that John Moores has -- 1. Bribed public officials (Stallings, Roberts, McGrory, et al.) 2. Lied to the fans and voters about his plans for the club (firesales) 3. Gouged his customers at every opportunity ($8.50 "near" beer) 4. Robbed the taxpayers through "redevelopment" (CCDC) Remember when the city was relatively honest and financially solvent? Then John Moores rolled into San Diego. It's never been the same since, and may never recover again. Remember Peregrine? Stock fraud on a massive scale, with John Moores directing every move. Seriously, John Moores belongs in jail. He's used the Padres as his front organization, and now that's he's sucked us dry he's finished with that toy. Anyone who is a serious Padres fan should be outraged at how John Moores has destroyed the franchise, probably forever. You cannot simultaneously love either San Diego or Baseball, and not loathe John Moores and everything he has done with his lifetime of fraud and destruction. Sincerely, Fred Williams (Who would be overjoyed to be sued for libel by John Moores. Go for it, Moores, you chicken**** ***hole!)— December 6, 2008 10:07 a.m.
Letters
The Reader's writers are top-notch, jfeala. I've considered submitting stories, but...well, I'd rather just make stuff up. Honestly, I'm simply too lazy to do real research and reporting and fact checking and re-writing. It's too much like W-O-R-K. I already do that stuff in the IT industry for more money, so it would take something different to attract my interest. Now if they have an opening for a lazy guy who writes weird stuff that makes little sense, I'm the man. But when it comes to the hard work of reporting on light topics through the Party Crasher, I'll let Josh put in all the effort and endure all the insults. Surely, he's not paid enough for all the crap he takes online. When it comes to REAL reporting, Don Bauder and Matt Potter have forgotten more than I could ever hope to learn. Dorian Hargrove's work on neighborhood issues is something I really admire too. There's a lot of talent available every Thursday for free in the Reader, and I'm grateful for what the Reader does. Why do people whine so much? Those who criticize Josh Board are kinda missing the whole point. His articles are light entertainment, not a permanent record of "The Truth", but one guys take on what he experiences at various places. He writes with his readers in mind, and that's going to take him places that Burl Stiff would never go. If you just want candy coated "it was such a cool party and I love everyone", then don't read Josh's articles. Try the UT's "Society Columnist" Burl Stiff...(uh, yeah...I know, but it's his real name. He's a "buddy" of David's, you know?) Now, If you really love reading nonsensical crap like I put out, then please send multiple letters to the Reader requesting that they publish me regularly...please be sure to mention that they ought to pay me gobs and gobs of money too, okay? I'm sure the advertisers are all just waiting on tippy-toes to buy big spreads nearby anything I'd write. Get writing those letters! (By the way, jfeala. It's stunning how very attractive you are online, and how fresh your breath is. Did I mention that I really like what you've done with your hair? Don't tell MsGrant or JulieParrots that we're seeing each other, okay?) :-) Fred— December 6, 2008 9:51 a.m.
Andrea Tevlin, San Diego's budget analyst, too busy to talk
Re: #23 Speaking of Aguirre, I sure hope he now is free to spend more time in D.C. and N.Y. pursuing the bulshytt artists who conned our nation into this mess.— December 6, 2008 9:22 a.m.
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Josh slams down a pint of whiskey and thows the empty bottle out the window to shatter on the street. Cutting off a minivan filled with children, he pulls the boardmobile into a modest residential neighborhood. Cruising the quiet streets, he scans up and down looking for the tell-tale signs. "What innocent soul can I malign and slander in my amazingly important Reader column..?? "Ah, there's a party right here!" Josh double parks the boardmobile in front of a fire hydrant, brushes past the blood and hair encrusted bumper, still sporting hopeful McCain/Palin stickers, and presents himself at the front door. Music thumps behind closed doors. A cluster of overweight teenagers wearing black t-shirts gape at new arrival and marvel at his costume. "It's Josh Board, the Party Predator," fat boy whispers to chunky friends. Josh smiles down on them, and they glimpse the tips of his fangs. He raises a finger, and flicks it in their direction. The kids scatter, falling down on the lawn, butt cracks showing as they scramble down the street howling. The door opens. "Welcome to the P...uh, wait, NO!" The hostess tries to slam the door shut, but Josh has his foot in the door. "I'm from the Reader. There's nothing you can do to stop me!" Josh raises his digital camera and, in a bright flash, steals the woman's soul. "I've got you now. You're property of Jim Holman and his demonic cohorts. Potter and Bauder'll roast your shanks, carve them up, and serve them with nachos and chili-fries to homeless drug addicts at Mayor Sander's home in Kensington...Bwaaa Haaaa Haaaa!" Robert and Tony arrive to protect justice, truth, and freedom. Josh turns from his innocent victim, sees the two vigilantes jogging his way, and bares his fangs. "How dare you disturb my EVIL!" Your knees would shake, but the intrepid fighters for truth and the American way stand firm. "You should be nice." Says Robert. "Yeah, and don't ever write embarrassing stuff about people." Says Tony. "And don't criticize people's parties, man." Robert continues. Josh's eyes widen, and he steps back with one arm raised to fend off the brutal attacks. The vigilantes press their advantage. "You're like, not even a good writer too." "You've got poor taste." Josh stumbles to his knees, and begins crawling, gasping for breath, heading for the boardmobile as he is pursued, step by agonizing step, by his righteous tormenters. "You stain the reputation of the Reader." "Void of creative writing skills, nah, nah, neh-nah, nah!" Josh pulls himself into his black, dented, rusting heap. Tony and Robert turn to the hostess, and are met with a glare. "You mean, you wanted Josh to write about your party?" "Duh. I invited him. I love his stuff." "Oh. Ahhhhh." "Yeah. Hmmmmm." "Hey, Josh! Josh! Come back!" "Yeah. We're sorry, dude." "Oh, dang it. Now he's gone." "Whoops. My bad." Tony and Robert slink away.— December 5, 2008 6:14 a.m.
Andrea Tevlin, San Diego's budget analyst, too busy to talk
Shizzy and Don, I guess what we're seeing right now is asset price deflation. The Japanese can tell you what a bummer that is, and how long it can last. So it appears the Fed and Treasury are doing everything they can to inflate the currency. What's panicking them is that it's not working. The dollar is still strong against other currencies and asset prices continue to drop. They've made the decision that inflation, while bad, is preferable to deflation. Argentina showed us how that works out, with the middle classes and poor taking the hit while the wealthy move their wealth into other assets and end up with more than ever before... How did that old song go? "The rich get richer, the poor get...children."— December 5, 2008 5:34 a.m.
I Own It
This is San Diego. Someone honorable like Christine Mann, who does her homework on behalf of the community and who I'm sure was not compensated for her efforts, is reprimanded by arrogant downtown staffers who are incensed that anyone would dare contradict their always-favorable-to-development findings. Those of us who actually try to participate and contribute to the community are blocked by the downtown crowd, who cling to every petty scrap of power. Lawyers who always owe loyalty to their clients over the truth have no business making findings of historical fact. Sounds like the Historical Resource Board is yet another tool for cowardly politicians like Toni Atkins who pass the buck and never stand up for the community. We're all totally sure the councilwoman wife of developer and CCDC Board member LeSar had absolutely no idea such a thing would happen to community members who came to her for help, and got shafted instead. Why don't board members show up to their own quarterly meetings? Too busy? Are they maybe told not to show when something controversial is on the agenda? Is anyone appointed to a city board in the last ten years worth a bucket of warm spit? Look at their performance in "oversight"...failure after failure. The mayor and outgoing council clowns are either ashamed of their work, or secretly pleased that they've provided cover for their well-connected friends. Good story, Joe. At least the Reader is revealing San Diego for what it really is...a slime pit of self-serving corruption run by and for the downtown crowd and their cocktail party friends who get appointed to these worthless boards.— December 4, 2008 4:55 p.m.