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Good job, Paul Clancy!

By Rosalie Tirella

We are never thrilled with District City Councilor Paul Clancy. He didn’t give a hoot for Quinsig Village during the Big Dig (remember the city dump he kept open so Worc. (esp. QVillage) could accept all that waste from Boston?) And he has done little to make the Village beautiful after the 146 Connector project has pretty much stuffed a once cute little blue collar neighborhood with cars, 18-wheelers and thousands of automobiles a day! Thanks for all the pollutants, pollution, asthma, Paul!

And Quinsig Villagers/Worcesterites are still waiting for our freakin’ dog park, which was supposed to be located in the area! A gift from the city for taking all Boston’s garbage and putting up with the 146 Connector.  (Where’s the $$?) Another promise broken by the city.

But I digress … .

At last night’s City Council meeting, Paul Clancy was impressive! He finally called Holy Cross College on its refusal to support the city via  PILOT payments. Continue reading Good job, Paul Clancy!

How dumb can they get?

By Rosalie Tirella

Why is it that we have a plethora of yahoos on the Worcester City Council? First there is City Councilor at Large Frederick “Ric” Rushton, whose trials and tribulations I chronicle in “Dope-o-rama” – ’cause he’s so dopey. Whether Rushton’s talking about the “vortex” in his brain or browbeating his council mates with a half-baked version of some historical event, Rushton never seems to get anything right.

Then there’s City Councilor Joff Smith, who, when recently complaining about the Asian Long-Horned Beetle in sentences cobbled together with thumb tacks and dangling participles galore, took his moron-ness to an even higher level: During a recent city council meeting Smith said that some of his conversations with officials reminded him of “episodes of Scooby Doo.” Scooby Doo?!

For the uninitiated, Scooby Doo was a 1960s Saturday morning cartoon – the star of which was a goofy Great Dane named Scooby Doo. Scooby had all these silly adventures with four 20-something kids (they’re Joff’s age) – one of whom always yelled: “Scooby Doo, where are YOU?!” Continue reading How dumb can they get?