Shouting Match And Other Weirdness
In an earlier post I mentioned an unsavory exchange between activist/council candidate Harold Weitzberg and a grumpy old fella from Mesa North - a guy I've referred to variously as The Mouth From Mesa North and Costa Mesa's racist laureate. Well, here's a little 3-minute video clip that shows that exchange from last Tuesday's council meeting.
WHAT STARTED IT ALL
And, just so things are clear, here's the just over 9 minute tape of the imported shill for Jim Righeimer's Charter, Kevin Dayton, that started this whole thing.
IGNORING THE BUFFOON
I don't talk much about The Mouth's pathetic blog. Although, if I wanted a one-stop-shop for news about black on white crime world-wide his is the place to visit. He's become a major cheerleader for the 3Ms - there are actually 4 Ms on the ballot, but everyone is ignoring Al Melone. The Mouth puffs and pontificates, extolling the virtues of his favored three - which is his right, as misguided as it might be.
MORE THAN A LITTLE STRANGE...
Recently, though, I've become more than a little concerned about him. He seems to be distracted by a strange attraction to me. He posts photos of me frequently on his blog and stalks me around public venues trying to get more. I speculated recently that he might "have a thing" for me - you know, a man-crush. How else does one explain such bizarre behavior? In fact, today he posted what apparently is one of his favorite photos of me - he uses it frequently - and told his readers that he was trying to imagine me 'in tights'. Too weird! Especially from a guy who frequently extols the virtues of plural marriage on his blog. I guess you just never know, huh? Sometimes you can't tell the book by his bluster...
NO, THANK YOU!
So, to set the record straight - so to speak - I find these bizarre shows of attention from this chest-thumping Neanderthal bully to be completely unwelcome. I'm a VERY HAPPILY married - 45 years and counting - heterosexual man. The Mouth will have to visualize someone else in his "Deliverance-on-the-log" fantasies. Ewwwww! He will have to find another subject of his pent-up, prurient passions - perhaps in the back woods of West Virginia.
WHERE'S THE LYSOL?
Now, if you'll excuse me, after having written about him, I have to go disinfect my entire blog!