THE DAY THEY ALL CHEERED THAT GIANT FLUSHING SOUND: The
worst editor at the worst midsize daily newspaper in America is
toast. John Silva, the dreaded, Fresca-guzzling assistant
managing editor of The Arizona Daily Ad Space, disappeared
this past Friday.
Silva waddles into the newsroom about 9:30 a.m. and all is well.
He's his normal self, grinning and showing off his pasta-crunchers.
Two short hours later, without so much as a scream, a hurled phone
book, or a burbled epithet, he's out the door. Seeking other opportunities.
A cloud of Old Spice. Mail-room meat.
Bobbie Jo Buel, managing editor of The Daily Blah,
begins the odd process of calling staffers into the conference
room to inform them, one at a time, that Silva has left the building,
permanently. Asked why, she chops off a big slice of Oscar Mayer
and says, "Er, he's decided to accept a job elsewhere."
It took some two hours to inform everyone.
Meanwhile, calls go out to everyone connected with the editorial
end of the operation to come in to the newsroom. Downtown bureau,
northwest bureau people. Most don't know why until they show up
and get the news. The old East German secret police would've handled
it about the same way.
"Checkmate King-two this is White Rook...Chow-bucket is
dead...Do you copy?"
"It's so cloak-and-dagger down there," says one Skinny
source. "It's like working in the Balkans."
What spread throughout the newsroom, in the wake of the news
that shots had been fired at Silva's limo from the grassy knoll,
was something akin to euphoria. Otherwise catatonic reporters,
glassy-eyed de-caffers hunched in their cubicles, could barely
restrain their glee.
Silva was hated. He was a bully. He drove people away. Ask his
desk assistant how many times she had to telephone Silva's wife,
or run down to the cafeteria to pick up a Fresca for the chief.
On top of these minor outrages, three of his assistants quit
in the past few months. Several went into Buel's office, nudged
her awake and registered bitter complaints about this cat who
somehow survived almost 10 years.
How? He knew how to work his superiors. Here's a typical Silva-Buel
conversation at the daily budget meeting:
Silva: "We've got a great story on trash compacting."
Buel: "I didn't care for it."
Silva: "Me, either."
People liked to go to the meetings just to watch them dance.
He pulled the same junk with Star executive editor Darth
Auslander.
Memo from Silva to Darth: Did I ever tell you how masterful your
work is? Huh? Huh? Did I? Give us a kiss, you lug.
Oh, puke.
Ten years? Ten years of nothing to read? Somebody should be ho-slapped
for this.
Anyway, the fiesta atmosphere continued with an evening gathering
at Bob Dobb's. (A Skinny informant was there. Some 20 reporters
gathered to drool into their milkshakes and dance on Silva's grave,
professionally speaking. They did the wave. They high-fived. These
weren't reporters, they were hyenas, ghouls, savages around a
bonfire of French fries.
"People were really depressed for a long time," said
one. "This is a release, the clouds lifting."
Exactly why did this occur? The animal trainers who work the
whips at The Daily Dullard will not speak. Everyone
quitting doesn't help, but that's been going on a long time. There
had to be a precipitating event that day. The Skinny will find
out.
His replacement?
Newsroom and management hopes have settled on Ann-Eve Pedersen,
currently an assistant city editor. But she was recently offered
a job at the San Francisco Examiner and took it.
Another factor: Her husband has a law practice here and didn't
want to go to S.F. The trainers will try to talk her into staying.
If she yields, she's deranged. Every promise they make her will
go up the chimney.
One nasty but distant possibility: Seen in the newsroom several
days before Silva's professional demise was none other than John
Peck, former managing editor and Cele Pulitzer's (wife
of owner Michael Pulitzer) long-time bossa nova partner.
Jesus, no. Could it be? Could it be that something more wicked
is coming?
We'll see if the hyenas laugh for long.
INCORPORATING FOR FUN AND PROFIT: Jeff Coleman and
Tim Brown, two of the big honchos in the self-appointed
committee to incorporate the new Village of Casas Adobes,
are a pair of computer consultants. They were just awarded their
first slice of pork from the Metro Water District, which
is, just co-incidentally, in the heart of Casas Adobes. In fact,
the initial incorporation meetings were held at Metro's headquarters.
Known as Mutt and Jeff to some detractors, Coleman and Brown
have done a superb job of running just about everybody else away
from any decision-making role in the plans for the new town. (The
factions are spliting faster than atoms in a particle accelerator.)
We've noted that those plans include, along with a lot of expensive
toys, a $250,000 computer purchase. Coleman isn't shy--he's told
folks he plans to be part of the action when the new town awards
contracts. And he isn't completely stupid--neither he nor his
sidekick will be demanding an appointment to the new council,
since that could conflict them out of the lucrative computer deal.
Should the voters approve Casas Adobes incorporation, we have
a question county supervisors oughta ask the village's prospective
council-appointees: How many fixes for your cronies are you committed
to deliver?
MAYOR CHERYL SKALSKY, R.I.P: We've complained plenty about
the Amphitheater School District's crummy land acquisition
policies in the last year. We've awarded them our much-coveted
Biggest Fix awards, and the Arizona Press Club gave them the Brick
Wall Award for consistently failing to deliver public documents.
The Amphi School Board is currently being sued by former county
supervisor David Yetman, who's alleging the district broke
conflict-of-interest and open-meetings laws when it approved the
contracts that led to the purchase of not only the proposed new
high school site--the one in the middle of the pygmy owl habitat--but
also the way it handled other sleazy-looking deals as well.
A child of three can figure out this isn't owls versus kids,
it's taxpayers and parents versus a non-responsive school board
whose members refuse even to consider the possibility that they
might have been wrong when they were conned into buying that school
site.
We now see Oro Valley Mayor Cheryl Skalsky, shed of her
former green camouflage, showing up at an Amphi School Board meeting
to cheer on the bladers and graders and defend the Board's decision.
With her was OV Vice-Mayor Paul Parisi. Both have become,
with the rest of the OV Town Council and staff, pathetic shills
for the Growth Lobby.
They didn't start that way, particularly Skalsky. Her eight years
on the Oro Valley Council were filled with decent acts and decent
votes on growth issues, and much to our current embarrassment,
we supported her. To say that we're disappointed at her recent
endorsement of the Amphi gang is an understatement.
What went wrong? Part of Skalsky's Amphi reaction no doubt stems
from the long animosity between her and the one member of the
Amphi School Board who opposes the high-school site, Nancy
Young Wright. It's no secret that Wright and Skalsky don't
get along, and that Skalsky takes her politics personally. But
Skalsky's turn-around runs deeper than that, from flip-flopping
on annexations to voting to screw the Town of Tortolita, which
she'd once publicly endorsed.
It appears Skalsky has lost her once-dominant role in OV politics
to the cementhead faction, led by Town Manager Chuck Sweet,
the real power now in Oro Valley. And maybe she's just too tired
to go back to her former role as leader of the minority on the
council. It never bothered her before to be a lone voice. But
these days, she's just blended into the developer-stooge pack
that has dominated Oro Valley politics for years.
Too bad. When Skalsky was on her game, she was a lioness. It
saddens us to note her devolution to just another Growth Lobby
pussy cat. Cheryl, we hardly know ya.
CAPITALIST CAPERS: The group passing itself off as the
Tucson Business Community has dumped a ton of money into
opposing Prop 202, the minimum-wage initiative.
But they're obviously not into trying "Tucson First."
Those slick TV spots they're running were not only produced in
Washington, D.C., but were placed on local stations by a D.C.
ad agency. Apparently the so-called business community doesn't
think too highly of local ad agencies, or they'd have given them
the business.
And even though Tucson seems to have become a national source
for minimum-wage telephone solicitation workers, one committee
promoting Proposition 201, the sleazy, misleading water initiative
that would repeal the Water Consumer Protection Act, has hired
a Wyoming consultant and a Phoenix phone bank to carry their deceptive
bullshit to the voters. So when you get those calls from seemingly
sincere workers for Prop 201, ask them where they're calling from,
and why a Tucson voter should listen to an out-of-town, boiler-room
grunt.
Beyond the relative merits of these two ballot propositions,
what we're really seeing is the political collapse of those self-appointed
local business "leaders" who've traditionally attempted
to influence city and county elections, and their total acquiescence
to the national outfits they serve. We've long pointed out that
most of these guys are just branch managers (or colonial governors),
and actions like this just continue to prove it. We're a low-wage
town because our out-of-town owners like it that way.
The business people now so damn concerned about Prop 202 didn't
even bother to file a ballot argument against it in the city publicity
pamphlet. And even worse, "pro-business" GOP candidates
like Fred Ronstadt can't raise enough money to make a real
race because the "business community" has written them
off.
So now our bold and brilliant business "leaders" are
getting the socks scared off them by a bunch of homeless people
with no campaign money. Who says politics ain't wacky around here?
POUR PLANNING: The Growth Lobby has made no secret
of the fact they believe responsibility for the Tucson Water,
our publicly owned water utility, should pass from the City
Council to a quasi-public management organization. A few years
back, former state Rep. Jack Jewitt, real estate legend
Roy Drachman and a few other suits flat-out demanded the
City Council hand over the power; more recently, Mayor George
Miller and his Gang of Four voted to "study"
the options for privatizing Tucson Water's management.
Now comes Prop 201, which (in addition to repealing the voter-approved
Water Consumer Protection Act and opening the door to the return
of direct delivery of CAP water) would create a "citizen
oversight committee" to monitor the Council's water policies.
Given that the Growth Lobby has poured so much money into Prop
201 (and that a citizens' water committee already exists), we've
been suspicious this provision in Prop 201 is a Trojan horse to
pry ultimate control of Tucson Water away from the voters.
Last Wednesday, October 22, Tucson Citizen columnist
Ernesto Portillo wrote an editorial supporting Prop 201.
Portillo, whose column is published in Spanish with an English
translation, wrote that our city needs "an entity with total
authority and corresponding responsibility" for Tucson Water.
And, Portillo added, "Proposition 201 is the only way to
solve our water dilemma by making sure the Tucson City Council
establishes a strong management organization that ensures the
quality of water for today and the future."
The column made us wonder: What's this dude been told about this
initiative that the rest of us haven't been?
TORTS AND TORTOLITA: The latest threat to the newly formed
Town of Tortolita comes from the Attorney General's
Office, which has launched an investigation into the town's
incorporation procedure.
Among the the AG's concerns: Tortolita may be "too rural"
to incorporate. Guess they figure you can't have a town without
tract housing, strip malls and a Circle K.
The investigation was inspired by a request from local attorney
Si Schorr, who is representing Forest City, a Cleveland-based
development firm that owns 320 acres inside Tortolita's boundaries.
Forest City has also been planning a massive grade-'n'-blade development
on 900 acres of nearby state land.
Forest City is worried that all that planning is going to come
to naught, given that Tortolita residents have made it clear that
they incorporated to prevent developers from dumping acres of
red-roofed tract housing into their neighborhood.
We're not shedding any tears for Forest City--there's a reason
the business is called "land speculation." And besides,
why should these guys get to make plans for state land, which
belongs to all of us? That's an even better scam than the rent-a-cow
provision that allows developers to pay almost no taxes on their
land as long as they run cattle on it. Under this scenario, Forest
City hasn't had to pay a dime in taxes on the state land while
they've plotted their hideous rape of the desert.
Now we discover that Forest City doesn't even want to pay their
lawyers to carry this fight against Tortolita into court, so they've
asked the Attorney General's Office to take up the fight for them.
So state taxpayers are picking up the tab for an out-of-town developer
to battle a group of Arizona residents who want to preserve their
way of life.
Somewhere, everyday, the fix is in....
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