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the defiant onesby Caz Dolowicz. I thought I’d seen a lot in my 85 years & yeah, I know I have. But this isn’t the place for a New York history lesson— for that try New York Calling, & tell ‘em Old Caz sent you. The great Tom Robbins of the Village Voice has a piece there but his masterwork might very well be this week’s “Michael Bloomberg’s Velvet Coup” . Excerpt:

Welcome to Bloomville, where up is down and down up, where it’s Charles Barron hoisting democracy’s flag, while the Times connives with the Post and the News to provide cover for the coup. Where tycoons of business and real estate call the shots while the once-mighty unions fall meekly into line or merely whisper their opposition for fear of offending the once and future mayatollah. Where a cabal of thieves calling themselves council members leap aboard Bloomberg’s ship as eagerly as Somalian pirates lurking for booty in the Indian Ocean.

Yes, Bloomville. We may as well give him naming rights, too. He’s bought and paid for everything else. We are inside Jimmy Stewart’s unwonderful world where muddled old Bedford Falls has come under one-man rule and morphed into an antiseptic version of anything-goes Pottersville.

Great mockery of the Times & ever fatuous Mario Cuomo too. It’s almost enough to make an old man long for crooks with character like William O’Dwyer, Donald Manes & Alfonse D’Amato. I’m not going to say Brian Berger predicted this shit— nobody did— but let’s take another look at some of his words, written in the Spring of 2007:

… With religion playing only a small role in city governance, it’s ironic few New Yorkers pay attention to local politics. The effects of this disinterest are many—that Yankee Stadium deal being a recent example—none salutary, except for those with the money to game a corrupt system to their benefit. This explains how luxury developments receive tax subsidies and why New York will have had sixteen years of Republican Mayoralty when 48 of 51 City Council seats are held by Democrats. The Yankees faced overwhelming community opposition, yet political reaction was largely quiet. Bronx Borough President Adolfo Carrión Jr lives on City Island, about as far from Macomb’s Dam Park as he can get, but his future is secure: the machine knows he plays ball. While malfeasance is especially dramatic in the Bronx, dissatisfaction with ththe fates aligne city is widespread, perhaps the only thing shared equally by both the rich and the disenfranchised. It’s apt, therefore, that the classic novel of American mendacity, The Confidence Man (1857), was written by a native son, Herman Melville. Such is the city where mob boss John Gotti became a folk hero and, ten after Paul Castellano was gunned down, Wu Tang Clan member Raekown could identify with “Gambino niggas who swipe theirs.”

Herewith, the 2008 Caz Dolowicz New York City Council Wall Of Fucking Shame:

Maria del Carmen Arroyo of the Bronx: Mott Haven Says Fuck You
Maria Baez of the Bronx: Fuck You
Leroy G. Comrie Jr. of Queens: Fuck You
Inez E. Dickens of Manhattan: Fuck You
Erik Martin Dilan of Brooklyn: Fuck You
Simcha Felder of Brooklyn: Fuck You
Lewis A. Fidler of Brooklyn: Fuck You
Helen D. Foster of the Bronx: Fuck You
Alan J. Gerson of Manhattan: Fuck You
Sara M. Gonzalez of Brooklyn: Red Hook & Sunset Park Say Fuck You
Robert Jackson of Manhattan: Fuck You
Miguel Martinez of Manhattan: Fuck You
Darlene Mealy of Brooklyn: Fuck You
Michael C. Nelson of Brooklyn: Fuck You
Christine C. Quinn of Manhattan: Doublefuck You
Domenic M. Recchia Jr. of Brooklyn: Fuck You
Diana Reyna of Brooklyn: Fuck You
Joel Rivera of the Bronx: Fuck You
James Sanders Jr. of Queens: Fuck You
Larry B. Seabrook of the Bronx: Fuck You
Helen Sears of Queens: Fuck You
Kendall Stewart of Brooklyn: Fuck You
James Vacca of the Bronx: Fuck You
Peter F. Vallone Jr. of Queens: Astoria & Queensbridge Say Fuck You
Albert Vann of Brooklyn: Fuck You
Thomas White Jr. of Queens: Fuck You
David Yassky of Brooklyn: Fuck You

Caz Dolowicz was born on Sands Street in 1923. A retired New York City Transit Authority Tower Operator, he will look back in anger on September 23, 2008 for eternity. He does not want your peas, your rice, your coconut oil, nor all arrogance of earthen riches but a liveblogging account of Christine Quinn’s & Mike Bloomberg’s arrest, processing, cavity search & incarceration on Riker’s Island— that he’d pay good money for.


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