PUSSYING OUT IN EQUALITY: WILSON, BAYER NO-SHOWS AT MEETING
EQUALITY, Ill. —A township board meeting at the Equality municipal building started off fine but ended in a ruckus, with a gaggle of fat hens and two of their scrawny banty rooster men (one of them reeking of booze) attempting to threaten and harass Disclosure in an effort to offset what’s certain to be a revealing series of articles once an independent audit is done of the township’s finances and practices.
The nineteen-minute meeting was conducted properly and with a measure of decorum, despite quite a few profanities being thrown around about the practices of former township supervisor James Bayer, and whether or not he had taken a bid on a truck that was worth an estimated $31- to $38,000 some years back.
Making matters worse was the fact that township secretary Cathy Hopper can’t seem to find many details of the truck’s purchase, nor evidence of the bids that, by law, were supposed to have been placed for the taxpayer-funded item.
The whole matter has been stirred up, according to current township supervisor Doggie Poshard, for years, and he’s inclined to “put it to rest.”
Poshard wants to bring in a federal or state auditor to do a forensic audit—not an “examination of the books,” as has been done in the past, but an actual minute-by-minute, adding-up-columns-to-see-if-they-balance and looking-for-receipts audit—to go back ten years, which includes at least three different boards/administrations.
“We’re not going by this ‘old buddy’ shit,” board member Don Collins agreed with Poshard toward the end of the meeting. “We’re going by the law. Find out if Jim (Bayer) put it up for bid. They’ve got records somewhere, Jim has records or a bank statement and they have to give the records if we ask em.”
Bayer was supposed to have been at the meeting that night, according to Poshard, who had apparently previously spoken to the former township supervisor. Bayer was supposed to have the ever-menacing, all-that-is-wrong-with-the –legal-profession exemplar, Harrisburg attorney/CPA Robert Wilson in tow, apparently as an intimidation factor.
However, as Wilson ages and continues to be shown the door in more and more venues (see upcoming stories about just what happened with him as city of Harrisburg attorney a few years back), his “legendary status” seems these days to be all in his own mind. He was a no-show at the township meeting, probably pussying out in light of the fact that Disclosure was present and bearing a camera and other legal recording devices.
Bayer, too, apparently pussied out, and instead, his questionable honor was preserved by a group of about five rather large, unattractive females, one of whom declared she was his sister (Martha Glover, of the infamous Glovers, who along with the Bayers and Williams, believe they run the place) and insisted on getting up in publisher Jack Howser’s face and prodding him in the arm with a gnarled, wrinkled and nail-nibbled finger.
Glover and the wizened, record-challenged and decidedly unladylike Hopper (who joined in the finger-poking, which is known in the law enforcement world as battery) spat mostly-unintelligible bullshit phrases such as “We’re gunna SUE YEW!!” and other fantasies that will never come to pass, but apparently it made them feel better.
They were met in kind with “File it or shut up!” from the Howsers, as the Howsers know full well the township tards are scrambling to cover their collective asses, since a forensic audit might prove that they, the peripheral people around the Bayers (Jimmy and Bernie), probably benefited from the boys’ time on the board in some way.
Most overwhelming and flat-out ludicrous was the fact that at least one of the banty-rooster men (two of them to service six women, which is usually the way it works in the chicken world) was obviously quite lit and the smell of booze was enough to be considered battery on the Howsers every time the man breathed in their general direction.
It’s unknown if the leather-skinned man (whom we later found out was Bob Hopper, Cathy’s husband) got in his vehicle to drive away in his condition, or merely walked home, risking only a pedestrian under the influence charge.
Disclosure was assisted from the building, the cawing fatasses and their drunken paramours by a Gallatin County sheriff’s deputy, who had been kindly provided by sheriff Shannon Bradley, with whom Disclosure had spoken earlier in the day for that express purpose.
Disclosure had heard years ago that Gallatin County public officials were vicious, but this bunch, while they seem to THINK that they are, apparently don’t rise to that level of evil…unless scratching about for grub worms is now on the list of what’s considered vicious. Since the county board is now under the oversight of Randy Drone, who has always been known as a fine guy, and duly-elected sheriff Raymond Martin is now in a federal holding pen, it might appear that the decades of intimidation, threats and deceit by public officials in Gallatin are a thing of the past.
More of the antics and scrambling of the Equality fools (not all of whom are on the board and, evidently, not all on the board are themselves fools) in the November issue of Disclosure, on stands Nov. 11.
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