We always love it when the editorial bigwigs at the Other Paper start sweating out loud about anything Bud-I related. A brief editorial on Tuesday, noting "the aroma of corruption" surrounding the former mayor (apparently battling it out with the Bud-I's cologne), seems fearful that he will toss his squirrel in the ring if he can arrange for a Congressional three-way or four-way for Representative Patrick Kennedy's seat.
Please send a box of Depends post haste to Bob Whitcomb, Ed Achorn, and the rest of the commentary crew on Fountain Street as we fear that they may be in danger of losing bladder control while speculating about the evil machinations of the former mayor and current talk show host and marinara magnate.
NOTHING UP THEIR SLEEVES?
"Transparency" is a much overused and abused word when it comes to politics and government. But hats off to Representatives Deb Ruggiero and Edwin Pacheco for introducing legislation that would put all General Assembly members' votes — including committee votes — on the Internet.
Casting some light on committee votes is vital because, as any State House insider knows, the dirty work gets done in committee. But passing the reform legislation would provide what many members of the General Assembly want no part of: a little thing called accountability.
As your superior correspondents have learned over the years, the politicians who have the most to hide react most forcefully to suggestions of transparency. When we would criticize Governor Ed DiPrete, famous for taking kickbacks, he would erupt and call us or our employers directly. When we criticized Governor Bruce Sundlun, or called him Captain Blowhard, he would simply shrug it off. He didn't have his fingers in the cookie jar, and realized we were essentially wiseasses with nothing better to do with our time and media space.
WHO'S ZOOMING WHO?
The fact that there is even a question, before Providence city officials, of whether Club Elements and fellow tenant Level II nightclub on Richmond Street are nuisances is a laugh. They are great places to take your skin for a crawl, or if you just want to get beaten up but can't find a friend to do it for you.
The sad thing is that both places are turning what was once a terrific neighborhood in the Jewelry District into thug-life heaven. Back in the mid-1970s, with the opening of the late, lamented and legendary Leo's and the rejuvenation of the Met Café, there wasn't a cooler place to hang out in what was nicknamed "ProHo."
That was when you could run into famed photographers like Harry Callahan and Aaron Siskind enjoying a quick cocktail together, or end up sitting next to Ray Davies of the Kinks or Peter Wolf of the J. Geils Band at the bar. Now you are more likely to end up in a confrontation of the "You-looking-at-my-chick?-What-she's-not-good-enough?" variety, with no way out of hostilities.
Let the punks go to Worcester, with our sincere thanks.
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