In case Curt Schilling is reading, here are a couple things you should never do as a businessman: 1) bounce a check to a state government; and 2) fail to meet payroll, especially when you have billed yourself as a jobs creator.
Oops, too late. Curt already did both.
Then, after appearing to blow $75 million of Vo Dilun taxpayer-backed money on a video game — leaping into a market more volatile than a backyard meth lab — he had the balls to come begging the state for tax credits. act.
We all know Schilling's 38 Studios never would have gobbled up 60 percent of the Rhode Island Economic Development Corporation's $125 million loan-guarantee honey pot in 2010 if he hadn't been the "bloody sock" hero who broke the Curse of the Bambino when the Red Sox won the World Series in 2004.
But now it is getting a little embarrassing.
Little Rhody is looking like the spaccone who puts down a big bet on a longshot at the Kentucky Derby to try to impress the large crowd of experienced gamblers on hand. Inevitably, his horse comes in two lengths behind the donkey with the 350-pound jockey dragging a refrigerator.
Start-ups like 38 Studios rely on investors to succeed. With a million venture capital firms out there, Schilling couldn't find one to back him. Hell, he couldn't even convince his undoubtedly large network of arrogant, rich, and stupid ballplayer friends to sign on to the enterprise.
But there was Rhode Island: that guy with the big mouth, Armani knock-off suit, white belt and shoes, bad rug, fake Rolex, and cheap bling-bling ready to put down a bet just so he could look like a big shot.
The Economic Development Corporation has for decades been long on hot air and short on results, so it is really no surprise to see the agency coming off looking like the global village idiot. The only sad thing is that the higher-ups did it with stars in their eyes and no accountability.
It makes you wonder who is really to blame: Schilling for exploiting a rube investor when he spotted one or Rhode Island for playing the clueless chump and buying into his scheme.
P&J report, you decide.
MAYBERRY NO MORE
Local newspapers tend to be caring stewards of community life, as they should. So it was a bit jarring to see the Jamestown Press print a "Viewpoint" piece last week by businessman Nick Roach that tore the local police a new fundament.
Titled "We must make peace," Roach's piece started off with this: "It's time for the Police Department to end the war with the residents of Jamestown. We have endured it for too long." Fairly harsh words about those valiant protectors of the mean streets of Conanicut Island.
What Roach is referring to is an evolving police force that doesn't live on the island, by and large, and seems more concerned with giving out tickets than becoming involved with the community. Roach's perspective is one that many Jamestowners share, as a recent ticketing jihad against those not wearing seatbelts has resulted in fines for highly respected residents and business owners, who resent not being pulled aside the first time and told, "Buckle up, or I'll have to fine you next time."