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Posted on 01/06/2014 7:01:08 AM PST by raccoonradio
Howie Carr thread Jan 2014 starting with his 1/6/14 column on Boston's outgoing and incoming mayors. He's back on his network today after the Christmas/New Year's brea
Hurray! Avi puts me to sleep.
Sorry Mumbles, it's Maahhhhty Time Now
Mumbles, these last 20 years have been such a delight.
Or as you would say, a deblight.
You will be missed everywhere, from the providences of Canada to the state of Philadelphia, all the way to the western part of Massachusetts Newton.
So many ionic memories, from Gonk and Wes Wexler to KJ and Hondo and Varitek splitting the uprights. All those Red Sock games, the knuckleheads, the Boston Police Intelligent Unit and the historical references to Dr. Martha Luther King Jr.
Mumbles wont be attending his successors inauguration theres something about Maaaahhhty that really fries Mumbles nose.
Still, if a proud billionaire like Michael Bloomberg can show up last week for his successor Bill de Blasios swearing in and then endure in stony silence the slings and arrows of outrageous rhetoric from every tinpot race-hustling phony in New York, surely Mumbles could have scheduled a later flight to Fort Myers for himself and Angela.
I was having dinner with a prosecutor recently, and we were discussing Walsh.
Doesnt he strike you as a USV kind of guy? my friend asked.>[? USV? I asked. The prosecutor laughed. You know, United States versus Marty Walsh.
Not really. Im more worried how hes going to make decisions. Remember, for the last 16 years at the State House hes been a leadership rep. This means he had to clear it with somebody higher up before he could even go to the bathroom. The phrases Martys uttered most over the past 16 years are, Yes sir, Mistah Chairman, and, Whatever you say, Mistah Speakah.
It was always said that Mumbles strength was that hed personally met over half the people in the city. Walshs power may be that he personally IS the New Boston. Think about how he connects with the modern electorate:
Had a substance abuse problem.
Never bothered to marry, no kids.
Lived at home until he was past 40.
Didnt own his own car until last spring.
I wouldnt go so far as to call Marty Pajama Boy that would be his new chief of staff, Daniel Arrigg Koh, 29. But Marty could well well be Pajama Boys blue-collar, urban first cousin.
You can generally follow the progression of a Boston mayor by how long it takes him to start hanging out on a regular basis at the Parkman House. Once that happens, it doesnt matter how much rhetoric they spew about the neighborhoods or the community, theyre owned by the big boys.
Welcome to the Parkman House, Marty. I only have one request. Id like to get my hands on the report of your Ethics Committee on ex-Rep. John Fresolo.
Just drop it off at the Stockyard, and Ill pick it up. I didnt see you, and you didnt see me.
Howie Carr is always “THE MAN”, always wonderful to read his columns.
New Verse, Same Song
Howie Carr, Boston Herald 1/7/14
Look for the union label its Mahhhttty Walsh, and he makes you remember the famous lines from the Who. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.
Only the old boss isnt Mumbles Menino, its Ray Flynn.
That was a Raybo crowd at the Conte Forum. Favorite fashion accessory: scally caps. Favorite pastime: gum-snapping. It must have been easy finding a parking space at the South Shore Plaza yesterday morning.
Judging by the looks of the crowd, maybe they were giving out meter maid jobs as door prizes. Sure, the downtown schemers were all there too, but it was more blue-collar than most political gatherings nowadays. Even most of the if-youre-indicted-youre-invited crowd Felon Finneran and Tim Cahill harked back to a less-PC age.
Its going to be Raybo redux minus the nightcaps at J.J.s.
Martys inaugural address was modest, but the truth is, you tend to be modest when you know that you didnt so much win the election as the other guy lost it.
Maybe the speech was forgettable, but when you think about some of the standard moonbat pablum that Walsh didnt include, it starts to sound a lot better.
He didnt mention income inequality, or A Tale of Two Cities (a de rigueur New York moonbat cliche, as if its some kind of blinding revelation that poverty and prosperity exist side-by-side in urban areas).
Marty brought up investments only once, although it was in the context of job creation, that well-known hack dog whistle your average Marty coatholder doesnt want an actual job from the program, he wants to be employed by the program, as, say, a community outreach coordinator.
Compare Marty to the fake Indian, U.S. Sen. Granny Warren, formerly a Cherokee, more recently an Okie to her toes, and yesterday a self-proclaimed fellow Bostonian.
Our fellow Bostonian trotted out all her tired Obama bromides, starting with the working families, who always turn out to just be working the system.
Mercifully, Marty gave a shout-out to people working two or three jobs to make ends meet. Positive references to people with real jobs thats incendiary rhetoric in the age of Obama, borderline hate speech.
Ray Flynn got drummed out of the Democrat Party for less, much less.
Perhaps these seem like minor points, but remember who this state has been electing lately. Think Katherine Clark, an empty pantsuit, carrying 27 of 28 towns in her congressional district. In this baleful environment, you have to be thankful for small blessings.
Like the fact he said: Boston is open for business.
Surely he didnt mean Wal-Mart or Chick-fil-A. That isnt how to get invited on to MSNBC, mister.
If hed been old enough, who do you suppose Marty would have voted for in the bitter primaries between Ed King and Mike Dukakis?
Shhhh, dont tell anybody, hes got enough on his plate as it is.
>>Martin J. “Marty” Walsh (born April 10, 1967)
Good Lord. I’m older than the mayah of the schitty o’Borston. (I debuted in early 1962....)
WRKO has taken off Michael Savage and replaced him in the 10p-1a slot with the more moderate Jim Bohannon (I remember when he used to fill in for Larry King). Savage is still on WCRN AM 830 Worcester I’ve been told, 8-11 pm, though no doubt he will often be pre-empted by the Sox.
Auntie Makes It "Work"
Howie Carr, Boston Herald, 1/12/14
Paging Auntie Zeituni
If only Barack Obama would spend more time with his beloved relative in South Boston, perhaps he would better understand the ever-growing welfare state he so zealously presides over.
Last week he was pushing for yet another extension in unemployment benefits, dismissing the argument that it will somehow hurt the unemployed because it saps their motivation to get a new job.
His audience, gathered together in the middle of what used to be called a work day, cheered wildly.
That really sells the American people short Auntie Zeitunis nephew said. I cant name a time when I met an American who would rather have an unemployment check than the pride of having a job.
Auntie Zeituni, does your nephew really believe such arrant nonsense?
Maybe Barack could claim he wasnt talking about welfare but unemployment, although its getting harder and harder to tell the difference. Or perhaps Auntie Zeituni doesnt count, because shes not an American, just an illegal alien, or was, until she was granted sanctuary.
Sanctuary from work.
Lets face it, in the modern Democrat party, the dirtiest four-letter word of all is work. Granted, Obamas dismal economy is responsible for tens of millions of Americans on the sidelines 92.5 million now out of the workforce, according to Fridays numbers, up 525,000 just last month alone. And doubtless millions of those unemployed would like to return to productive life.
But cmon what about the 9 million plus on SSDI? Its so out of control the Democrat district attorney of Manhattan uncovered a $400 million ripoff centered in the NYPD and FDNY. Husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, a 32-year-old all being coached by shysters how to dress shabbily, misspell the simplest words and stare off into space when asked questions they were, in short, being trained to behave like Obama voters.
Everything free in America! Who cares? It all comes out of Obamas stash, as two of his most loyal voters in (where else?) Detroit once laughingly described the welfare-industrial complex.
The CATO Institute did a study last year of welfare benefits in the U.S. It wont surprise you to learn that Massachusetts was No. 1 in handouts among mainland states (trailing only Baracks home state of Hawaii and his current address, D.C.).
Here a woman and two children (the typical welfare family) can grab up to $42,515 in tax-free handouts every year. That same woman would need to earn $50,540 working to match what she can collect on the dole.
Say what you will about the Tsarnaevs. They were good at making bombs, but they were also good at math. If the infidels were going to support them so handsomely while they waged jihad, why work?
Years ago, a Republican governor of Massachusetts struck yet another dog-whistle w-word from the vocabulary of the hackerama welfare.
The Mass. welfare department was rechristened the Department of Transitional Assistance. And now U.S. Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Texas) is suggesting that welfare nationally be renamed transitional living fund.
Because, she said last week, these are not handouts, but safety nets.
What is it with this word transitional? Do the politicians really think that if they change the name, no one will notice that none of their constituents work anymore? But Obama et al. have tried it before AFDC became TANF, Temporary Aid to Needy Families. Other than the fact that its not temporary, most of them arent needy and that very few of them are real families, its quite an accurate description of the program.
I watch Obama pandering to his shiftless, lowlife base, and I wonder if during his years with the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, he ever delved into the Bible, specifically 2 Thessalonians 3:10.
If a man will not work, neither let him eat.
What would your nephew make of that, Auntie Zeituni?
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Howie Carr, Boston Herald 1/19/14
When Mitt is over, youll be glad you saw it. But its not really the kind of movie youll want to watch again, at least if you voted for Mitt Romney in 2012.
Even though you know from the start how the new Netflix documentary turns out, the ending is still depressing. Its election night 2012 and Romney and his family know theyve lost. And somebody, Im not sure who, is telling Mitt that his concession speech needs to be soothing pastoral.
Yeah, OK, he says, dismissively. I dont think this is a time for soothing and everythings fine. This is really serious, guys, this is really serious. To get up and soothe is not my inclination.
This is the real Willard. Hes not playing to the cameras now. His wife, Ann, is sitting beside him on the couch, her hair up, as he calmly assesses Barack Obama.
I cannot believe that he is an aberration, he says, staring down at his iPad. I believe were following the same path of every other great nation. Which is greater government: tax the rich people, promise more stuff to everybody and borrow until you go over a cliff? And I think we have a very high chance of reaching the tipping point in the next five years. And the idea of saying, hey, everything is fine its really not.
In other words, he wasnt kidding about the 47 percent.
Its really amazing that Mitt, as buttoned-down as he is, would agree to give director Greg Whiteley this kind of access. Of course, you can never really know everything that went on behind the scenes, but when one of Mitts sons on election night calls John Kerry an a-hole, you have to think this is about as close to the real Romney family as any outsider is ever going to get.
The Mitt in Mitt is really not all that different from the person who was governor of Massachusetts for four years. You keep waiting for him to lose his composure, but he never does. Hes not the robot he was caricatured as, but hes not exactly emotional. One of the few weaknesses in the Netflix documentary is that sometimes its hard to know who Mitt is talking to off-camera. Is it one of his aides, or the cameraman, or one of his sons?
But its always revealing.
At the end of the 2008 primary season, Mitt speaks of spending his own money in the campaign, and says, When this is over, I will have built a brand name.
Yeah, says whoever hes talking to, a guy who will do anything to get elected. Quite a brand name.
Yeah, Mitt agrees, as almost always showing no emotion. Exactly right.
Much of the best material comes from the 2008 primaries the 2012 GOP race is dealt with cursorily, a merciful decision for the audience. Some of the scenes are funny, but eerily prescient. Pitching potential donors in Los Angeles, Mitt jokes about what happens to presidential losers, like a certain earlier Massachusetts governor.
You become a loser for life, Mitt says, Mike Dukakis he cant even get a job mowing lawns.
Hes just such a decent guy, self-deprecating, always polite, loves his family I always knew he looked up to his father, but I never understood how much until Mitt. During the debates, he writes Dad on his legal pad.
Im standing on his shoulders. Hes the real deal. The guy was born in Mexico! He didnt have a college degree I always think about Dad.
He can even make light of his image as a flip-flopper.
I was at Burger King last night. I was at McDonalds the night before!
Ive always heard that Mitt was shocked to lose, but in Mitt he doesnt exactly seem to exude confidence on Election Day. And then, as the grim returns come in, his campaign manager, Matt Rhoades, stops by to discuss when to concede.
Rhoades: We just dont want you to look like John Kerry.
Mitt: Hanging on, you mean.
Later, as the family discusses what he should say in his concession speech, he brushes aside suggestions that he refer to some vague personal future in politics.
My time on the stage is over, he says, as always calm. Im happy for my time, but it is over.
Were done, Ann adds emphatically.
Even at the end, though, hes trying to keep a stiff upper lip. He tells one of his aides to please make sure his Secret Service detail is pulled. Otherwise, he says, I will feel ridiculous.
I give Mitt four stars, but it sure could have used a happier ending.
column Why is it that every shady politician in the U.S. always seems to have some connection back to Massachusetts?
If its not male-page-chasing U.S. Rep. Mark Foley of Florida, its the new Marxist mayor of New York, Bill DeBlasio (ne William Wilhelm Jr.) or Texas state Sen. Wendy Davis, she of the fib-filled resume.
And now comes ex-Gov. Bob McDonnell of Virginia, indicted this week along with his wife on federal corruption charges.
I interviewed McDonnell once, and out of the blue he volunteered: You know, my father was from Peabody. I know Peabody very well.
Even then, two years ago, it seemed like an odd thing to say. Why would you brag about being from Peabody? Home of Nicky Pockets Mavroules, the legendary corrupt ex-mayor and congressman who ran his D.C. office as a racketeering enterprise, as the feds put it.
When McDonnell said Peabody, I immediately thought Pockets. Now it turns out that Nicky may be only the second most corrupt hack ever to come out of the Tanner City.
McDonnell, a Republican, allegedly spent his entire term in office shaking down a businessman named Jonnie R. Williams Sr. The governors wife, a former cheerleader for the Washington Redskins (can you still say that word?) had Williams take her on shopping sprees in New York. They drove his Ferrari. They took $135,000 cash. The governor got a Rolex from him, and Williams paid for rounds of golf for the governor and his sons at posh country clubs.
Guess who the main witness against the McDonnells is going to be.
Nicky Pockets would be proud to read the United States of America vs. Robert McDonnell et al. You can take the boy out of Peabody, but you cant take the Peabody out of the boy .
Pockets squalid career ended in perhaps the dumbest play ever in Massachusetts political history. He went to the FBI and accused his son-in-law of committing various crimes. The problem was, his son-in-law was also his bagman.
My favorite Nicky Pockets story concerns Peabodys most famous landmark, the Golden Banana strip club on Route 1. For whatever reason, Mayor Pockets was one of the Bananas stoutest defenders.
His motto was, Let Peabody be Peabody!
A guy who used to work at Peabody City Hall told me he was once passing a pleasant weekday afternoon at the Banana, drinking on the arm and ogling the feminine pulchritude.
Suddenly, he noticed someone standing beside him it was Mayor Nicky Pockets, and he was scowling at his hack employee.
What the hells wrong with you? the mayor said, reaching into his pocket and then throwing a couple of bills onto the bar. When youre drinking here, always throw some change on the bar, so it looks like you paid for at least one round!
Words of wisdom for the ages. No wonder Pockets portrait still hangs in Peabody City Hall in the basement, last time I checked, next to the mens room. With this kind of Peabody pedigree, how did Bob McDonnell ever go wrong?
And here's yesterday's column, "Alleged Dealer Accepts EBT"
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