The saga of the cash cow known as the Independence Party (IP), which I’ve religiously documented here and here continued on primary day when a number of votes important to the party took place.
In the 13th Congressional District (Staten Island/Brooklyn), the party forfeited its one opportunity for usefulness, when it rejected its homegrown lunatic, Anita Lerman, and re-nominated the repugnant Vito Fossella, who shares with both factions of the IP leadership a predilection for spending taxpayers’ money in manners inappropriate, whether it be on matters small (photos for his campaign literature) or large (the war in Iraq).
In the races to determine control of the IP, it appears that the horrible Fulani/Newman faction won more races in the City than the merely miserable McKay faction; but, the real race was won on the streets and courts during petitioning time and its aftermath, and the Fulani folks will control most of the party positions in the City. Whether they will be able to control the Party’s County Committees in each Borough remains to be seen, and will likely be settled in the courts, where Newman/Fulani cultist Harry Kresky will go toe to toe with the McKay’s for-hire attorney, Joshua Ehrlich, who, despite all appearances, is not a member of any deranged cult.
Who will ultimately control the City Party? Well, another vote held on primary day seems to provide a clue as to what result is being predicted by the smart money at City Hall.
On the afternoon of the primary, the city approved a $12.5 million refinancing plan for the All Stars Project, a “non-profit” group controlled by Newman and Fulani which specializes in staging anti-Semitic theatre of cruelty performances pieces. The NYC Industrial Development Agency, on which the mayor controls a majority, voted 6 to 4 to approve the project. As expected, Bloomberg’s reps all voted for it, proving they had the courage to keep quidding their political quos (keep quoing their political quids?). The questions remains: Did delivering on this political contract require them to undergo surgery to have their nostrils removed?
More surprising was the vote cast (or more accurately, not cast) by Marty Markowitz’s representative, Joseph Douek (pronounced “dwek”). Mr. Douek, an Orthodox Jew of Sephardic origin, comes out of a Brooklyn political faction which regularly appears each year to hold press conferences where they claim to be a Democratic club forced by considerations of conscience to endorse the Republican candidates in every close race. These stories are not really news; it would only be news if the parties involved ever backed a Democrat involved in a serious contest. But, unlike some political cross-dressers, the faction to which Mr. Douek belongs appears to have been motivated not by cash (not that it was not forthcoming), but by a sincere belief that the concerns of the Jewish community were often better met by the Republicans. I’ve long disagreed with their conclusions, but right now I’m wondering how Mr. Douek can explain this craven cave-in dictated by his spineless boss to his friends on Ocean Parkway. I am assuming that if they knew about it, they would not be pleased, so I’m telling them. Rabbi Hecht (see, http://www.r8ny.com/blog/gatemouth/the_first_borough_versus_the_6th_borough.html)), where are you when we need you? Until I hear a public explanation justifying this outrage, I think that Brooklyn’s rep on the Industrial Development Agency must be re-named “Joe Dreck”.
Unlike Spitzer (whose acceptance of the IP line has allowed for the Party’s continued existence), Hillary and Hevesi, Marty Markowitz cannot hide behind the lame excuse that he thought he was dealing with “the good guys”. This is a direct payoff of taxpayer money to pure scum, and was exposed as such before the vote. How then, do we explain Markowitz’s actions? Two possibilities have been raised:
(a) Markowitz is seeking Fulani/Newman support in his race for Mayor; or
(b) Bloomberg has Markowitz by the cojones?
The answer, I think, is neither, because:
(a) Fulani and Newman are psychopaths, but they're not crazy; and
(b) he doesn't have any.