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Fasten your seatbelts and let me take you on a ride through the politics of East New York, Brooklyn. All the while, do remember this is a serious story worthy of the Brooklyn District Attorney’s attention. In the end, a man’s future is at stake. As far as I know, if this man is convicted, then he has to become a registered sex-offender because of the charges filed against him. However, when you examine everything closely, you do find a strange story with a whole bunch of twists and turns; and with a host of unanswered questions.
Dear Mr.” Gatemouth”:
I have chosen to go this public route (open letter) because some folks I do respect strongly requested that you and I end our long public blog-feud. Thus I invite you to meet me to initiate a discussion as to how we could totally resolve this. I am willing to invite five other Room Eight colleagues (Ben Smith, Gur Tsbar, Judge Boyajian, Larry Littlefield and Vincent Nunes) to such an event (meeting): as both observers and participants. I will bring a couple people as my witness (between Darryl Smart, Pam Miller, Ernie Skinner or Wellington Sharpe). You probably know them all since they are longtime political activists in the Brooklyn political theater.
Hopefully, this is my last time dealing with this topic. I am simply responding to a column written yesterday by Howard “Gatemouth” Graubard, who has promised to leave Room Eight New York politics and open his own blog site. He also promised to take some of the writers from Room Eight with him, in hopes that this site will die on the vines. Some fine chap he is. Obviously wishing the worst to a place where he was afforded the opportunity to express himself freely for almost six years now.
Given the recent ”crap” on Room Eight New York Politics, I decided to share an old e-mail I had gotten some time aback, with some of the readers. I am doing this in order to inject a little levity into things, before (I suspect) another round of fireworks start up between the Gentleman (myself) and the Stalker (Howard “Gatemouth” Graubard). I hope he now understands that this isn’t going away anytime soon, and in the end the outcome will not be nice (for him). I warned him for years to leave me to heck alone; but he wouldn’t listen.
Lately, I have been slowly losing the feeling to write about the only game in town (politics). I have been blogging for over six years now. It’s not a fun thing anymore; but then, it probably never really was, even though I generally tried to make it enjoyable for myself and my readers. And no, this column is not about my “deranged” blog-stalker Howard “Gatemouth” Graubard.
As much as I try to close this chapter in my life, I keep being drawn into this imbroglio. In a recent column, Howard “Gatemouth” Graubard, once again demonstrated the lying creep he is. He claimed that I wrote I wrote two favorable columns for State Senator John Sampson, and in return I got two thousand six hundred dollars apiece. Boy; how I wish it were true.
A recent column posed this question: “Is Room Eight in trouble”? My answer is simple: OF COURSE.
Before I start this two-parter, let me first disclose that in the past I have worked for Senator John Sampson’s Campaign Committee on a pro-bono basis. Let me also sate that I once had a one-year advisor/consulting contract with said committee, which I will probably try to renew soon enough.
I have known John for about twenty years now. Back in those days he was a young attorney with the law firm of Barbaro and Alter. His boss (Mitch Alter) is the amiable and venerable election-lawyer who plies his trade in Brooklyn’s courts (mainly).
When you discuss the NYC budget with city council member Charles Barron (East New York; Brooklyn), you come away with the distinct impression that he is one elected-official who spends a lot of time going through the many items listed. He was the only council member who voted against its adoption; and this isn’t the first time he has voted it down.
(I am going to do at least four columns over the next two weeks. One is going to be VERY EXPLOSIVE. So do stay tuned-in: now on to this column.)
I have made many comments about Charles Barron over the years. Some have been written, some have been verbal, and some haven’t been flattering at all. Many have asked why I slammed the brother so hard -given that I claim to be the one person outside his wife, who was singularly most responsible for him being elected. The answer is simple: I knew of the brother’s political potential going in; and I now fear what it will be when he comes out.
Last week, I informed my editors that after August 31st, 2011, I will no longer be a regular contributor to Room Eight New York Politics. I am taking my columns to a select and semi-public audience. You will just have to subscribe to get them. And there will be no comments-section, since serious readers know how to get their feedback to me: they have been doing it for years.
Let me explain that further.
It is easy to celebrate political victories. After all, they are generally years in the making; and sometimes they come after many a defeat, pushback and setback. Those who focus on the glamour of politics -the only game in town- often miss the forest from the trees. After all the celebrating, comes the harsh reality:”it (really) aint over till the fat lady sings”.
So the same-sex marriage bill has passed both houses o f New York State’s bi-cameral legislative body; fine. And Governor Andrew Cuomo has quickly signed it into law: making hay while the sun shines on his kleptomaniac fingers. Cuomo is trying to steal the glory of this political victory; but let me put it this way: Andrew Cuomo is a full of crap on this one.
The last time we saw William “Billy” Thompson (some call him “Bill”), he was trying to impress everyone that his chances of defeating Mike Bloomberg were way better than most pundits thought. He was absolutely correct: but he lost the mayoral election anyway. You see: a bunch of democrats sold him out. Those modern-day “Judases” drank the mayor’s Kool-Aid with one hand, and took his dirty money with the other. Plus Billy just didn’t make his case as urgently as he needed to.
For the past six years I have been subject to ridicule, silly personal attacks, not too subtle put-downs, unnecessary critiques, invectives, epithets and the like: from folks who seem not to understand that I am not on the blogs to cuss out folks and enter into verbal tiffs near every damn column. I was invited to join this writer’s colony by the founders: it was their call to make me one of the original contributors. I didn’t ask for the invite. I was reluctant because I suspected that I would be subject to the very abuse I have received.