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The
War of the Poses
How the Herald-Trib sparked and unleashed a bloody civil
war in a town that was itching for a fight
-- John Patten, 05/07/08, revised
05/09/08
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jpatten@veniceflorida.com
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The spark and the smoke and the whiskey
Two badly written, horribly researched articles from the Herald-Tribune. Two
articles. That's all it took to spark a week-long all out civil war inside the
government of a small, already highly contentious town.The smoke is just starting to clear and the wounded are
counting the dead.
On top of the political funeral pyre is long-term
Councilman Rick Tacy, whose sotted soliloquy sent
by electronic mail to the Herald-Tribune was just as good as a gun to his
own head. Still considering one more run for office for a term that could only
last a little over a year due to term limits, Venice's favorite poster child for
wheelchair-bound paraplegics (for his past activist work on behalf of the
disabled) has crippled any future political plans he may have
had.
Was he really drunk? I've seen enough of Tacy's behavior
and emails through the years to be convinced that he was, and I don't think it's
an unfair assumption for a very good reason: it's Tacy's best defense. He had to
have been drunk out of his mind to even think that sending that email was
remotely close to a good idea.
If he wasn't drunk? That's even dumber. One can forgive
such insanity when it is fueled by ether, narcotics, hard liquor, or any
combination of those and similar substances, but if Tacy actually sent that
email off to Kim Hackett, the one reporter in town likely to be gullible enough to run with
it, and he did it sober, that's just too stupid a thought to even
contemplate. Mercifully, this time Hackett didn't blindly run a serious
allegation as fact this time.
If that was an act of sober thinking, then it is time to
load Tacy up into the back of a white-panel cookie truck and use city funds to
reopen the G. Pierce Wood state mental hospital in Arcadia.
Carpe diem'ed
So if I'm Tacy, I'm coming up with a story along the lines of "My roommate and I
were drinking and he got way wasted and held me down and made me smoke crack.
Then strangers injected me with heroin. The next thing I knew, I woke up naked
in the dumpster in front of my building and people were asking me about an email
I supposedly sent."
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One can forgive such
insanity when it is fueled by ether, narcotics, hard liquor, or any
combination of those and similar substances, but if Tacy actually sent that
email..., and he did it sober, that's just too stupid a thought to even
contemplate.

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Tacy realized that he was being perceived as a prison rat
even by City Manager Marty Black, who undercut Tacy's accusation by stating he
was with Tacy, he saw what Tacy saw, and he couldn't tell what was going on. Tacy
had barely sobered up to issue a self-contradictory
it's-not-my-style-to-be-a-prison-rat response when he found out that his
long-time friends in the CQG pirate's PAC were throwing him overboard. Long time
Planning Commissioner (and past failed council candidate) John Osmulski saw the
power vacuum immediately. Osmulski carpe diem'ed Tacy right out of his
wheelchair, over the safety rails, and into the Gulf of Mexico, probably before the CQG had a chance to figure out
if they wanted to back anyone publicly yet. Well, too late now -- Osmulski is
the man, and now the CQG will have to stick with the story that he was their
first pick all along. That Tacy will quite likely have to resign over his false
accusations aimed at opposition Mayor Ed Martin and Councilwoman Sue Lang may
not have yet dawned on the newly lamed duck. His head has quite likely not yet
cleared from the week's dizzying events.
Not entirely Tacy's fault -- for most of it, you can
thank the Herald-Trib and film noir journalism
Still, you can't blame Tacy for the initial mess. After all, an entire local
news bureau, owned and operated by the normally prestigious New York Times,
decided that fact checking and research are optional components of investigative
journalism. The newspaper's ace reporter Kim Hackett, backed by multi-million
dollar printing presses and fueled by the quite correct perception that something isn't quite right at city hall, took action. She
slipped into the black-and-white world of 1940s Ben Hecht cinema journalism and grabbed
onto the first thing that moved, slammed it into a chair, and started yelling
"Names, dammit, we want names!"
I have to envy her. It's something that I've always wanted
to do to city hall: backed by the awesome power of a multi-million dollar news
organization complete with its own legal team, just force the bastards' doors
wide open and actually make them give real answers for a change.
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From: Venice City Council Member Rick Tacy
To: Kim Hackett, Herald-Tribune
reporter
Date: Friday - May 2, 2008 8:41 PM
Subject: Re: 4/29/08 Airport Article
Kim, first I understand this e-mail is covered under the sunshine law.
I
need to let you know the Mayor and others are deyning your article
and it's
content. Further more I can't varify your previous writings,
though I'm 100
percent sure you were correct. I can and will testify in
court that today
after our meeting, that the Mayor, Sue Lang and a nother
non-member of
council were in the meeting room going over their proposed airport plan. A
total violation of the Sunshine Law.
Feel free to contact me.
RICK
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Hackett had a problem, though. The first thing that moved,
and hence the first person that the newspaper went all out thug-stomp on, was
Mayor Ed Martin, a studious and sometimes annoyingly verbose Quaker egghead who
still hadn't quite perceived and understood the evil that he was (and still is) surrounded by
within city power politics. When the Herald-Trib finished pistol-whipping Martin, they
turned the glaring light on him. Martin, truly politically naive to the rules of
the bloodsport that is Venice insider politics, was almost ready to sign the
confession, any confession (see Martin's letter to Herald-Trib's
Mike Connelly, sidebar at right), when Tacy, overcome with evil glee and the spirit of
Peter Lorre, actually saved the day by staggering into the camera frame and
drunkenly accused the mayor of plotting to assassinate the governor or some such
foul and fantastic crime.
It was a true film-noir moment as reporters suddenly
forgot about Martin. Like Labradors chasing a squirrel, they all started
running after Tacy for the next juicy quote, which turned out to be something
remarkably similar to 'I don't know what the f**k I am talking about.'
The only thing missing from this sad comedy was a
convicted killer hiding in a roll-top desk.
You are what you write
What was really funny about the Herald-Trib's approach to investigative
journalism was that they emulated the very behavior that they were decrying at
city hall. The airport process is all out of whack, you guys at city hall aren't
doing things in the right order. After a short period of impressive stomping
around like young Geraldo Rivera when he investigated New York City's mental
hospitals, they unleashed their investigative blast
onto pulp morning newsprint and the web. And then, and here's the odd part, and
then their ace reporter finally started in with a volume of public record requests from
the Mayor to support the theory that spawned the error-filled story published on
April 29. That stream of emails went to Hackett on May 2, three days after
the initial publication of her high-flying exposé of
airport planning shenanigans.
One more time for the slow kids: The key
documents that would support or debunk the newspaper's story were requested
by the newspaper after the story was published. After the story was published. The published story was about how
city hall's procedures were screwed up because events in city hall's procedures were out of sequence.
I watched all the emails that Hizzoner sent off to the
Herald-Trib's Kim Hackett in the days after her first initial blast. By this
time, I'd already written about how
Hackett's work was a terrible piece of journalism, factually breaking down
item by item how the glamorous but quirky reporter's story was at odds with
reality as known by nearly everyone else but her. I still love the line about
how jets will be discouraged from landing at the airport. I don't know where the
hell that came from, it's not true, but
the Herald-Trib is
still sticking with that part of the story.
Days after this abortion of the truth goes into print in
the Herald-Tribune, I'm watching all of the factual support data finally being
shipped off to her via email from the Mayor's computer, data that would have
been darned handy to ask for and have around as material for
the first draft.
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From: Ed Martin, Mayor
To: Mike Connelly,
editor, Herald-Tribune
Date: May 3, 2008
Subject: possible reply to HT story.
Mr. Connelly, I am considering writing a reply to the HT story and I would
like to ask you a couple of questions with your answers to be included.
"What made you decide this was a top of page one story, five column head,
photos, etc."
"Given that the second story and correction moderated the charges and tone,
does that suggest the original editorial judgment was mistaken?"
"Is a change in vetting a page one story, or any major story, called for?"
I feel like a person walking along the sidewalk hit by a bus the
equivalent of a five column story on page one. In the aftermath the bus
company says, we are sorry we hit you, but you should not have been walking
so near the street, even though on the sidewalk.
I think the public needs to know how this happened.
I am not your public editor, but I believe I would try to write it in that
style, pluses and minuses, with my view the minuses outweigh the pluses.
Thank you for the partial retraction/correction.
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I know, silly me. I ask for the records before I write
about them. That's why I don't work for the local New York Times affiliate. When
I speculate, I stupidly let the reader know that I'm speculating. When I report
the facts, I let the reader know that this is what I have learned. It never
occurred to me to go new school and merge the two and not let the reader in on
the fact that this is a factual/speculation mash-up.
The special effects were spectacular
Still the effect was spectacular. Pure genius. It turned a town absolutely
upside down. Insanity instantly took over. Marty Black was in Las Vegas
pretending he didn't know what was going on back home. The city's hired PR/press
relations whiz, Pam Johnson, stayed absolutely silent, either by wise choice on
her part or because somebody else had wisely told her to keep out of it.
That left Martin alone to handle the city's, and his own,
public relations. By his own statements during the height of the frenzy, Martin
was worried, upset, angry, and hurt all at the same time. He believed that he
had been bending over backwards to try to be as inclusive and open a mayor as
possible, a deliberate contrast from previous mayors, and he was proud of that
change in direction. For him to be accused of the exact opposite of what he was
trying to achieve was a mind bogglingly maddening and cruel irony. How do you,
as the subject of a series of investigative news articles, prove to the reporter
and her editor that are gunning for you that they have their attack aimed 180
degrees in the wrong direction?
You don't. You are doomed, and trying to hold off the
inevitable is a huge political risk.
Black must have been laughing his ass off in Las Vegas.
The Herald-Trib had taken the bait and this must have seemed like just payback.
Then Tacy went off script and joined in the affray, and all of the vengeful
goodness fell apart into total anarchy. That's when I wrote to
Black to urge him to make some attempt at managing a city in crisis, this in a
series of vicious emails between the pair of us that arguably should be
published on their own: "You had better figure out a way to reel in your
retarded drunken friend, because he's careening madly towards the abyss with all
batteries on full power and you're sitting in his lap... This is bad and you
have lost any semblance of control. There is no managing a riot."
It's not like you have to go looking for this stuff
There's plenty of scandal still to be found in Venice's city government, but
there's a trick to finding it: you can't actually look for it. You listen, you
talk, you hang around, but if you try to grab it, it slips away. There's a lot
of really good people working for the city, but there's also some really bad
ones. The bad ones know too many bad things about the other bad ones, so they
watch out for each other, not out of a sense of camaraderie but of terror. If
one support bolt cracks, it could all implode in flames. At least that's the
fear.
It's an unfounded fear.
Hell, I've still got four or five good investigative story
leads that, had I the investment capital to go after them, would likely land
more than a couple of present and former politicos and bureaucrats in prison.
That's if it were possible for a present or former government official of Venice
to actually get charged with a crime. That isn't possible in Venice, a town
incestuously financially raped so many times by its honorable fiduciary
overseers and proud city fathers over the past few decades that an honest deal
without a good-sized kickback is just not considered an honest deal.
So it doesn't really matter. If you're in a management
position with the city and you get caught breaking into the city's petty cash
safe, you'll likely get an
early retirement, probably with the safe as a retirement gift.
The reason? If they keep you happy, you'll keep your mouth
shut, and if you keep your mouth shut, the whole house won't come down. I'm
convinced that is why Marty Black still hasn't suspended Building Director Hans
Behrens, this in spite of overwhelming evidence accumulated
on this web site that would get any other public official in any other town
fired.
The airport is the problem, but not in the way everyone
thinks
I've never really come to the full understanding of why, and I don't want to
because I like staying alive, but I am convinced that the airport itself was at
the root of the protection of the fiends and thugs in true power in Venice.
Whatever covert ops are being run at the airport at any given time (and it
doesn't take Dan Hopsicker to tell you
that there's been a lot of them over the years), the protection of secrecy of
what was going on at the airport was far more important to the state and federal
powers that be, lawful and otherwise, than checking out some petty small-town
embezzlements. As long as Venice can keep a low profile and stay out of the
news, as long as the airport can be an invisible tool of invisible powers high
above us, the rest of the town can re-enact Lord of the Flies as many times as
it likes without investigative interference.
Terrorists did learn how to fly here. Ollie North did run
a lot of Iran/Contra crap through here. Military transports still stop here
routinely in the middle of the night. Fisherman have been telling me lately of
low-flying no-lights military choppers flying in and out under cover of
darkness. Weird shit just always seems to happen there.
I can't prove it, but after years of writing about and
investigating petty crimes and misdemeanors and major scams at the highest
levels of a low-end backwater government, I've firmly come to believe that it is
true.
Hopsicker's theory, that the training of the 9/11
terrorists at the Venice airport was a CIA covert surveillance op that went
horribly wrong, is incredibly believable with just the few facts that he put
together and badly wrote about.
After witnessing firsthand all of the bizarre federal
investigations into the city's underhanded dealings over the years (many of them
documented elsewhere on this web site), investigations that have been initiated
and then dropped with no resolution, as though someone higher up the food
chain had pulled the carrot back up into the sky, it's only normal to form such
an insane paranoid theory.
This is the healing?
So where do we go from here? I dunno, but the scars from this past week are way
too deep to heal. The political fallout from this nuclear war of the poses is
some heavily irradiated and seriously lethal dust.
I know Marty Black is disgusted. His hands are bloody as
hell anyway, so he has only himself to blame for his latest wave of nausea. He's
talked numerous times with numerous people recently that maybe it's time to move
on. Well, with that attitude, maybe it is. Black's quote in the May 6 edition of
the Herald-Tribune is a prime example of his ongoing jockeying for power with
council:
"They [city council] really shouldn't create even
the impression of a conflict," Black said. "That's been a consistent message
from our office."
The view from out here in the cheap seats of council
chambers over the past few months has not been pretty. Black has on more than a
few occasions given the appearance that he is sabotaging the will of council and
vice versa. For Black, it has been frustrating to deal with a council that does
not share his vision of the future of Venice or even how a city government
should be run. From Martin's position, it appears that Black would rather have
his [former mayor] Fred Hammett hand puppet back. Black's icepick-in-the-eye memos,
notably his explanation to the media of his
involvement in the current airport plan media debacle, have
undercut the mayor and council's effectiveness by leaving the impression with
print media that Black is the man with the plan for the city and that council is
floundering because they refuse to knuckle under to his authority. Strangely,
print media has yet to ask the question: who is supposed to be in charge here?
As for Tacy? If he doesn't resign, he's one ethics complaint away
from losing his lifetime health insurance benefits, courtesy of being on council
for six years. He's in a no-win -- either way he's wrong. If Martin and Lang
were actually breaking the law, he had a duty to report it, not to the
Herald-Trib in a whiskey-stained email, but to the proper authorities. If he
didn't witness enough to prove that they were breaking the law, he had no
business making a wrongful accusation purely for political one upsmanship.
Tacy is screwed either way that wind blows.
Then again, if the Herald-Tribune allows their reporters
to pull another dumb stunt like
this past week's events, so are we all.
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John Patten is the head of Web Operations for Creative Pages, and has worked in broadcasting for over 12 years. He
can also be incredibly rude at times.
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