I'll save you some shoe leather. How about making 25,000 copies so I can slip one into every one of my newspapers? Not only am I a thief, but I'm one of the smartest street whores in this city. Don't you forget it. That's a big problem Mayor Doherty has to deal with, not that he's any less of a wh**e than I am, but he's a coward. That means he doesn't get the shiney red apple at the top of the tree. If anyone could get to it, it would be gone by now. But, it's still there and guess who is closest to snatching it? It takes one to catch one. That's why I'm here. And, don't forget something else, I invited myself. I was a thief and a wh**e before I invited myself, I'm still a thief and a wh**e as I sit here, and I'll be a thief and a wh**e for a long time to come. That will be a problem for Senator Mellow and the commissioners, because they're next.
If this was a job for a nice guy, it would have been done already. It's not, that's why my qualifications make me right for the job. Remember, I'm gratus....................free. I'm not costing the taxpayers a penny and I'll be in well over 50 grand for the ride, also by invitation. The way I look at it, they'll be wondering if I have any brothers or sisters.
It's not every city that gets lucky enough to have a thief and wh**e like me take an interest in their corrupt mayor and circle of dirty friends.
Scranton got lucky one day, Chris Doherty attracted my attention when he screwed over my wife's elderly and sickly Dad, who just wanted a handicap ramp and was denied by this administration.
TRUST ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY ALL FALL IN THE FALL - THE BEST IS YET TO COME. BECAUSE, NOT ONLY AM I A THIEF AND A wh**e, I'M A SNEAKY bas***d, TOO.
Joe Pilchesky Member
Joined: 09 Oct 2005 Posts: 51
Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 5:48 pm Post subject:
Nothing I like more than a pleasant discussion between two old friends, so, let me start it off on the right foot.
First, get your hand off your dick and get the other hand off mine. I don't mind being jerked-off, but not by a cowardly Doherty knee-padder who wants to engage me behind a username.
I probably know a minimum of 40 guys who work DPW, s**t for brains, so sell your snake oil somewhere else. The DPW is just what I said it is, and nothing different.
Here's why I was fired from the DPW by Mayor Jim McNulty. Crews of younger guys were being sent to Dunmore to do special projects for certain friends and relatives, like planting gardens, painting and cutting grass. I was a foreman at the time. I didn't like it, largely because it strapped us and left us short-handed when we were already behind. I decided to take a stand and parked by car across the entrance of the stables, which at that time was on Capouse Ave, so that no trucks could get out. Many other union men agreed with me and we walked across the street, refusing to get in the trucks to start work. McNulty showed up and appeased us, promising that he'd make things right. I moved my car and we went to work. The very next day I was called into the office of the Director of Public Works. My UNION REPS were already there. I was informed by the Director of Public Works that I was observed vicioulsy striking another employee (which was true but there was no way anyone saw me, and it was after work) I denied doing anything wrong on the job. They brought the guy in and and he fingered me (out of one eye), but said I whacked him on the job. That was it. I was fired on the spot. The guy I whacked had run a nail down the side of my car while I was on the working. I just had the car painted!! He didn't deny doing it and offered the next time it would be my face because I was causing trouble. I saw no reason for any further discussion and promptly decked him. (Ok, I roughed him up when he was down, but he pissed me off) I'd say his name, but he has since passed away. (I didn't do it) My UNION BROTHERS did nothing for me, in fact, they participated in hanging me.
For your information, I worked for the city for a brief period of time, maybe a little more than a year. In that time, I loaded and drove garbage trucks before being given a foreman's job because I was one of the few men who wasn't drunk by 8 O:Clock in the morning. That was a big problem back then.
At any rate, I never held any fiduciary position in the union, nor was I interested, although, many of the men wanted me to run for office. Therefore, mind-of-a-jackass, it would have been quite impossible for me to spend any of the union's money on myself since there was no possible way for me to have access to it. The treasurer back then was John Perry, when he wasn't the president. He's alive and well and still lives in the area. Call him if you'd like.
After being so rudely fired, and I might add stupidly fired, I proceeded to a city council meeting where the president was a man by the name of James Doherty. Council meetings back then weren't televised, but they were broadcast on WILK. I knew a lot of stuff, like which dead people were still collecting a check (and voting), who the bagman was for the DPW (Ray Harris, you really paid to play back then); that the Liquid Fuels money from the state was being abused and squandered by McNulty and what businesses were being picked up for free, among other things. I slammed McNulty, and slammed him hard. There was no 5 minute window of opportunity to speak back then. I ran my mouth for an hour, name after name, place after place and who got what and why. The feds called me and I took a polygraph to satisfy them that I was being truthful. They were all over McNulty like white on snow, and it was an election year. Nothing happened but Fat Jim felt the heat, big time.
Then, it happened. My phone started to ring. Other people, higher ups who hated McNulty, were calling me and giving me even more, and more and more and more and more dirt on him. I ended up going to council meeting for 16 weeks in a row. After the fourth appearance, I took the beating of my life from four guys with rubber hoses. (That hurt) That didn't even slow me down, only really pissed me off. After the eighth appearance, I came home late one night from a late night poker game at the Vet's Club in Jessup and a very nice man greeted me in my driveway with a shotgun. He nicely put it up against my throat. I swallowed hard, thinking it was my last one. He said nothing, and I wasn't very talkative at the moment, either. He stared me down for about 30 seconds and I stared back. (Actually frozen in place) He got back in his nice green caddy and left. I think he was supposed to pull the trigger, must have been my blue eyes and friendly smile. I figured they shot their load (no pun intended) and proceeded to pummel McNulty at council meetings until I had nothing left. Jim McNulty's political career was over, just like Chris Doherty's political career is going to be over next.
Here's what you've managed to do: PISS ME OFF
Did you see the pictures I posted about the chipper truck. That's the tip of the iceberg. You are stupid!
Get ahold of your well-paid Business Agent and tell him what you've done. I can't do it now and don't have the time, but as soon as I do, I'm putting................., never mind, you'll find out the hard way.
Mayor Doherty is going to be very, very, very upset with you, my friend.
You people are so stupid that you continue to think that we are stupid. Who gives a rats ass who Joe is? All I care about is the validity of his information. If it's true, and everything on his website is, that's all I need to make me decide to vote against Doherty. But, there is other information that Joe hasn't published yet, maybe because he doesn't have it. But, you know how people talk and how usually that talk is about something that's a fact; Doherty is dirty in all ways: politically, ethically, professionally, and domestically. No matter what he touches, it gets disrupted, corrupted or exposed. Just a matter of time before he has to account for it.
Your man's arrogance, and your own, is enough to hang yourselves. You seem to be the only one interested in talking about Joe and the posters on his board, as if that can change the election or the attitude of the people of Scranton. Doherty's going down, and from the sounds of it you might be going with him.
