Wednesday, March 17, 2010

CONFLUENCE: A River & A Creek Runs Through Tarrant County Losing Dollars & Lives

Adrian Murray and John Basham are running for seats on the Tarrant Regional Water Board.

You can go to the Tarrant Votes website to learn more about Adrian Murray and John Basham and what they think needs to be done to fix a thing or two in this corrupted zone of Texas.

Adrian Murray and John Basham's platform is fairly straightforward.

-NO MORE EARMARKS
-OPEN AND HONEST GOVERNMENT
-NO MORE MISUSE OF TAX DOLLARS
-END ABUSE OF EMINENT DOMAIN

Below is a speech recently given by Adrian Murray. Read the speech and I think you'll agree this is someone who we can trust to do good things as opposed to those currently doing bad things that are not in the public interest....

In the late evening of June 18, 2007, Alexandria Collins lay sleeping in her room in her parents mobile home at the Skyline Mobile Home Park in Haltom City. Alexandria, called Ally by her parents, Natasha and Aaron, was four years old. She would never live to see five.

Two hours earlier, a torrential rain had passed through the area. The air was calm now as the rains moved to the north, gathering in ferocity. But neither little Ally nor her parents could have had any idea of the sad mix of events which would converge so tragically that night, of decisions made and not made, of priorities and greed, of visions and lack of vision that would merge violently and sadly in the dark of night.

To the north, heavy rains inundated Keller and the Alliance Airport area. Up to five inches fell in just a few minutes. The grasslands and trees which once naturally would have absorbed all that water were now acres of concrete, streets and parking lots and houses and big box retailers. Instead the water was channeled into storm drains and quickly into creeks. The Collins' mobile home sat just 30 feet from Whites Branch Creek, which feeds into Big Fossil Creek which in turn feeds into the Trinity River. For decades this watershed had been plagued by flooding. But the family had just moved to their new home a month earlier and knew none of this. As little Ally lay sleeping, a wave of water was barrelling south, swelling the banks of Whites Creek.

At 1:00 am that morning the parents noticed that water was rising inside their mobile home. Within minutes it was up to their knees. Minutes later, to their necks. Natasha struggled to get Ally, her sister and a young friend into a rowboat the father had maneuvered alongside the trailer. But the raging waters fought them, waves pounded the small boat and overturned it. Natasha desperately clung to little Ally and was flung violently about in the roiling waters, crashing into fences and trees. She felt Ally pulled from her grasp. Ally, screaming, was swept away.

She was found hours later, laying peacefully on her back in the creekbed on a pile of leaves. The official cause of death was drowning.

Unofficially, the cause of death was greed.

The Tarrant Regional Water District is responsible for flood control in the areas under its domain. It, along with the Army Corps of Engineers, had been studying the persistent flooding in the Big Fossil Creek watershed for decades. Yet nothing was ever done for, as the residents in the area were told, the money just wasn't there.

For all of Ally's short life, the focus of the TRWD had been on something not in its charter: commercial real estate development. Disguised as flood control, the project known as the Trinity River Vision was given birth by the Fort Worth City Council just days after Ally was born. The project consumed the energy, resources and time of the water district's management and board, funneling hundreds of millions of taxpayer dollars into a grand scheme to construct a town lake at the confluence of the Clear Fork and West Fork of the Trinity River where Fort Worth itself had been born. The watershed to the north could wait.

A feasibility study for the watershed had been initiated by the US Army Corps of Engineers in February 2001. In a letter to Congresswoman Kay Granger in November 2009, Col. Richard Muraski of the Corps stated that, "Due to a variety of issues, including a lack of consistent funding, higher priority work and technical shortcomings, completion of the study has taken longer than normal." He went on to state that the Corp recognized the "history of destructive flooding" in the area and that approximately $100,000 would be provided to "continue the studies of the Big Fossil Creek watershed."

Meanwhile, $54 million has been spent to date by the TRWD on the Trinity River Vision and the Corps of Engineers has committed $110 million to this alleged flood control project, in an area that hasn't had a significant flood in over 60 years. The project has an estimated budget of $909 million, a figure which is sure to rise.

Ally Collins could have known none of this, of course. She was just a little girl, with little girl dreams. We will never know with certainty if Ally would still be with us today if the Corps of Engineers had not been shackled with a lack of consistent funding and higher priority work. We can say, however, with some certainty, that Ally's destiny was determined in the days just after she was born, when matters of priority and profit, prestige and power, influence and arrogance merged together in the great confluence of corruption and greed that would one day sweep her away in the great dark waters of fate.

As Norman Maclean wrote, "Eventually, all things merge into one and a river runs through it."

Indeed, a river does.

It Ain't Over Til The Fat Lady Sings In Texas When It Comes To Protecting Your Family & Your Home

In Texas the saying "It Ain't Over til the Fat Lady Sings" has added meaning because there are many a Fat Lady, in Texas, waiting for their time to sing.

On Monday we all thought we heard the Fat Lady sing, in the form of the dishonorable Judge Vincent G. Sprinkle not informing Steve Doeung that the dishonorable Judge had signed the Chesapeake Energy eminent domain condemnation order taking away Steve Doeung's property rights.

And then in a coup de grace (that means, I think, the severing of ones head from ones body) the apparently corrupt Judge's clerk told Steve Doeung that his Case was Closed, despite what the Judge said in court, there was no avenue of appeal.

This seemed to be quite a blow in more ways than one, with one of those ways being that it appeared Steve, and those of us in the courtroom, had been blatantly lied to by the apparently corrupt Judge.

But, this morning I learned, too late to go with Steve, that he is back in court again. The fight for right goes on. This time in a superior jurisdiction that apparently looks at eminent domain abuse cases. Steve Doeung has quite a lengthy record of the various dirty deeds done in Judge Sprinkle's court room, running roughshod over Steve Doeung's rights, upon which to base an appeal.

And a different type of appeal is still in appeal mode. That being the appeal for someone, somewhere, with a law degree, to please help Steve Doeung in his battle against a giant corporation and that corporation's advocates, the State of Texas, Tarrant County and the City of Fort Worth, none of which seem interested in the plight of the little guy trying to be safe and secure in his own home, where he wants to live without having to worry about a high pressure, non-odorized big natural gas pipeline in the ground beneath him.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Tarrant County Fort Worth Texas Judge Sprinklegate Scandal

Well, what a surprise.

Despite politely asking for an explanation, I have not heard from the Dishonorable Judge Vincent G. Sprinkle, explaining why he lied to Steve Doeung and a court room full of witnesses, telling Steve he would be notified when the judge signed Chesapeake Energy's condemnation order and that Steve had 30 days to appeal the decision after the judge signed the order.

Instead, yesterday, Steve Doeung was told by the Dishonorable Judge's clerk that the Case is Closed and that the Judge had signed the condemnation order 6 days prior, without informing Steve Doeung.

Can we all say Unscrupulous, Amoral, Unethical, Irresponsible, Lying Tool? This judge is retiring. He needs to be impeached before that retirement thing happens.

Throughout today I've been getting some interesting messages with speculations as to what caused Judge Sprinkle to appear to be, well, for want of a better word, corrupt.

As it so often does in nefarious matters such as the Chesapeakegate Scandal, it turns into a follow the money type scenario. Does the dishonorable judge stand to gain in some way from Chesapeake Energy's dirty dealings? In the same manner as Fort Worth's ultra-corrupt mayor, Mike Moncrief, who rakes in over $600,000 a year from the gas drillers poking holes in his town, with Moncrief's help.

Why would Judge Sprinkle so dis-honor himself, so blatantly, lying to Steve Doeung, lying to those of us in the courtroom? Did he think we would not have the means to disseminate his lies?

Is Judge Sprinkle totally naive regarding the new communication media? Does he not understand that the Fort Worth Star-Telegram is no longer the only source for sort of knowing what actually happens in what is known as the Eminent Domain Abuse Capital of the World? Does Judge Sprinkle not understand that the days of the Fort Worth Star-Telegram acting as the Ruling Oligarchy's Pravda-like Mouthpiece are over?

There are just way too many ways to spread the truth these days. And that is a good thing. I'll be harping on the Judge Sprinklegate Scandal til I get answers.

The Chesapeakegate Scandal Has Me Feeling All Squirrely

You're looking at a Fosdic Lake Squirrel. Squirrels are my favorite rodent. Most squirrels act squirrely and scurry away when you get remotely close.

And then there are un-squirrely squirrels who have adjusted to humans, likely due to finding humans to be a good source of snacks.

Years ago there was a very friendly squirrel who lived at River Legacy Park, in Arlington. That little guy would run right up to you. One time I laid on the ground with my camera aimed at him and some nuts in one hand. He ate out of my hand and let me pet him.

I have no idea what happened to my picture of the River Legacy Park squirrel. I believe I have every picture I've taken since 1998 on this computer I'm using right now. The River Legacy Park squirrel is probably somewhere among the thousands of pictures.

Walking around Fosdic Lake did not alleviate the foul mood I've been in for over 24 hours now. It has really sort of thrown me to have experienced perverted justice up close and personal. I've read of such things, mostly taking place under totalitarian regimes in repressive places, but I've never eye-witnessed serious corruption before. It is unsettling.

I have been getting emails regarding the Chesapeakegate Scandal. Asking me questions, as if I have the answer to what has gone wrong in Texas. One of the email's message was quite good. I have asked if I can use it for blogging fodder. I have yet to get an answer.

Waking up to rain this morning did not help my foul mood. Swimming in the rain did lift my spirits, slightly, for a little while. The sun is trying to break through the clouds and possibly cheer me up, but it seems to be having a hard time of it.

The Dishonorable Tarrant County Judge Vincent G. Sprinkle Has Some Explaining To Do

That is the corrected for accuracy logo that sits on top of Judge Vincent G. Sprinkle's Tarrant County Court webpage.

Tarrant County, the perfect mix of Cowboys and Culture and Corruption. Leading the world, at #1, in eminent domain abuse, with the cooperative help of a well-oiled local pseudo judiciary system.

Many moons ago a private business named Chesapeake Energy needed a pipeline. Chesapeake figured they could easily shove a pipeline under a street called Carter Avenue, with none of the property owners having the ability to fight the assault, due to the high cost of legal help.

Chesapeake Energy did not factor Steve Doeung into their plan. Steve Doeung, a heroic American who did not begin his life in America. Steve is from Cambodia. He and his family narrowly escaped the murderous Khmer Rouge communists. The family had several countries they could have chosen to flee to, but Steve's dad wanted to come to America, due to admiring America and the American Way.

And so the Doeung's came to Texas, not realizing, at the time, that Texas really is not quite like the rest of America.

During the course of fighting for his right to be free of a high pressure non-odorized natural gas pipeline being run under his house, Steve has been the victim of multiple raids on his home, with the intention of the raids being to intimidate Steve into submission. Yes, you reading this in the free part of America, this really happened.

Chesapeake Energy forced Steve Doeung to defend himself in court against Chesapeake's eminent domain takeover of his property. All sorts of shady shenanigans took place in the courtroom of Judge Vincent G. Sprinkle. Chesapeake claimed Steve Doeung could not be located and so a lawyer was assigned to represent him named Ed Fitzgerald. This bogus lawyer submitted various documents on Steve's behalf, unbeknownst to Steve.

Eventually Steve came to know about the dirty dealings and took on his own defense, thus upsetting the proceedings. In Judge Sprinkle's courtroom none of these shenanigans had any relevance to justice being served on Steve's behalf. Key documents were withheld from Steve, with some of those finally showing up at what turned out to be, for now, Steve's final hearing, that being on March 4.

On that date Judge Sprinkle said he had no option but to sign Chesapeake's condemnation order, because Steve had not followed some proper procedure. Yes, in Judge Sprinkle's court Steve Doeung had to toe a precise line, while the Chesapeake Energy lawyers were granted a wide high jinks latitude.

Judge Sprinkle, in front of a packed courtroom, told Steve and dozens of witnesses that Steve had 30 days to file an appeal, with those 30 days beginning when the Judge signed the order. Judge Sprinkle clearly told Steve that he would be notified when the Judge signed the order.

However, Judge Sprinkle signed the order on March 9. And once again, Steve was not informed, til March 15, when Steve went to the courthouse to file a case-related document, only to be informed by Judge Sprinkle's clerk that the Judge had signed the order and that the case was now closed!

Yes, I know you reading this in the rest of America are thinking what is wrong with Texas? I don't know the answer to that one. I've been trying to figure it out for over 10 years.

Below is an email I sent to Judge Sprinkle this morning. You can email him if you like. I'll put other contact info below the email...

Judge Sprinkle,

I was in your courtroom March 4 to witness the Steve Doeung hearing. At the conclusion of that hearing you indicated you had no option but to sign the condemnation order granting Chesapeake Energy the right to run a pipeline under Steve Doeung's property.

You quite clearly said that Steve Doeung had 30 days to file an appeal with the 30 days starting when you signed the order.

You also quite clearly said that Steve Doeung would be notified when you signed the order.

On Monday, March 15, Steve Doeung returned to the Tarrant County Courthouse to file some sort of petition regarding his case. Just as the clerk was taking Steve's $50 filing fee, your clerk showed up, asking Steve what he was doing there. Your clerk then informed Steve Doeung that you had signed the condemnation order on March 9 and that the case was now closed with no further appeal possible.

First off, why was Steve Doeung not informed that you had signed the order? Second off, why did you say, in open court, that Steve Doeung had 30 days to file an appeal? Why did your clerk tell Steve Doeung the case was closed?

Something is very wrong here. Throughout this case Steve Doeung has time after time not been properly served, with the failure to inform him that you had signed that order being the latest example.

Waiting for an explanation that I suspect will not be forthcoming,

Durango Jones

Judge Vincent G. Sprinkle
Tarrant County Courthouse
100 West Weatherford Street
Fort Worth, TX 76196-0240
817-884-1095

Court Coordinator - 817-884-1914
Court Clerk - 817-884-1440
Court Reporter - 817-884-1916
Bailiff - 817-884-1095
Fax Number - 817-884-2964

Monday, March 15, 2010

Today The Corruption In Texas Reached A New High, I Mean, Low, For Me

There has been a time or two since I've been in Texas that some crazy Texas thing has been so nuts that it made me mad. And ready to escape this insane asylum.

Today Texas topped itself. I do not remember when I've been madder at this state, or more embarrassed by it, than I am today.

Okay, maybe being mad at the entire state is a bit unfair. Put another way, as an American, I am embarrassed and ashamed of what took place in Texas this morning.

On March 4, dozens of Texans showed up at the Tarrant County Courthouse to show support for Steve Doeung in his battle against Chesapeake Energy, attempting to save his home on Carter Avenue.

That is the satellite view of Carter Avenue in the picture, with Steve Doeung's home a bit right of the crying Statue of Liberty.

On March 4, dozens of Carter Avenue supporters were in Judge Sprinkle's courtroom to observe Steve's latest hearing.

At the end of the hearing Judge Sprinkle clearly said that he had no choice but to sign the order granting Chesapeake Energy the right to put a pipeline under Steve's home.

Judge Sprinkle also clearly said, to Steve, and to those of us listening, that Steve had 30 days, from the time Judge Sprinkle signed the order, to file an appeal.

There was some discussion as to when the 30 days started. Steve urged the Judge to put off signing as long as possible due to an expected BIG announcement which would change everything. That announcement came a few days later when TXDOT agreed to work with Chesapeake Energy on an alternative pipeline route.

Common sense would seem to dictate that an alternative route would be the end of abusing eminent domain to take Steve Doeung's property. Well, common sense is in short supply in these parts.

Judge Sprinkle clearly told Steve that Steve would be notified when Judge Sprinkle signed the order.

Judge Sprinkle also advised Steve that he could make use of the 4th floor law library to help prepare his appeal.

This morning Steve Doeung returned to the Tarrant County Courthouse to file some sort of petitition to the court. The court records person was preparing to take Steve's $50 filing fee when Judge Sprinkle's clerk showed up, asked Steve what he was doing there and told Steve that the order had been signed Tuesday, March 9 and that Steve's Case was Closed.

What?

I do not take being lied to well. I particularly do not take well to a person in authority lying and abusing his public trust. One element of Steve Doeung's appeal was the various acts of improper procedural matters. As in, Steve was not served proper paperwork. Chesapeake's lawyers claimed Steve could not be found and so they did some legal mumbo jumbo, something called "ad litem" or something like that, where a party is absent and so a lawyer is assigned to supposedly look out for Steve's interests.

That lawyer's name is Ed Fitzgerald. Steve has never met Ed Fitzgerald. Judge Sprinkle seemed to see no problem with this bizarre aspect of the case. I believe Steve's pseudo lawyer was supplied by Chesapeake Energy. Does anyone know what Kafkaesque means?

I get confused trying to sort through all the ways justice has been miscarried in this case.

What are we to make of Judge Sprinkle? Did he purposefully lie to Steve and a courtroom full of observers? Why would he do that? When one observes what appears to be corrupt behavior one tends to wonder what the source of the corruption is. As in, the why of the lie? And the other miscarriages of justice in this case.

Does Judge Sprinkle own stock in the gas drillers? Like Fort Worth Mayor Mike Moncrief does? Is Mike Moncrief Judge Sprinkle's best friend? Does Judge Sprinkle have some unseemly tie to Chesapeake Energy?

Please, someone, explain to me why this Judge can do what he did? Lying in court, misleading the defendant? Over looking misconduct by the Chesapeake lawyers. Ignoring Steve Doeung's complaints about not being properly served, about not being given key documents.

How is it that Steve Doeung has been robbed of his right to appeal? At every step of the way the law, as malpracticed in Texas, has slapped with a way too heavy hand.

My little sister is a lawyer. She works for the state, in Washington. Investigating complaints of judicial misconduct. Does Texas have an equivalent to my little sister? Little sister, I know you're too busy to read my busy blog, but if you are reading this, go here, to get yourself up to speed on the scandal. Then, once you get yourself into being righteously indignant mode, call your Texas equivalent, if you don't mind. Because we need help here.

I am so disgusted with Texas today that it's got me in FULL I need to get out of this corrupt state mode. I'm sick and tired of being so sick and tired of all the sick and tired things that go on here.

I am so embarrassed at how America, via Texas, has treated Steve Doeung. This is a guy who escaped Cambodia and the Khmer Rouge, who's dad insisted the family come to America. They had other choices, but the Doeung's wanted to live in the Land of the Free.

The idea that Steve Doeung has been subjected to what amounts to a Kangaroo Court worthy of the pseudo justice system that prevailed in the defunct Soviet Union, should embarrass any right-minded Texan. Let alone the rest of America.

The majority of those who read this blog are not Texan. Is there anyone reading this out in America, you know, the America Steve's family dreamed they were moving to, who could, maybe somehow, find a way to grant the Doeung's safe refuge? I can't get Steve's mom out of my mind from that Thursday in Judge Sprinkle's corrupt courtroom. She was shaking, she was so scared. It all reminded Steve's mom of being back in danger from the communists. Doesn't that make you proud, Texas?

Maybe the Doeung's can follow me back to the west coast where the individual and his rights are respected and protected in a way alien to modern day Texas.

You can fix this Texas. I'm not quite sure how. What I do know for sure is there needs to be some corruption cleaning done. Just follow the money and the corruption path should be fairly obvious.

And where is the FBI? Really, what does it take, what level of corruption? When I got gas today, and called my mom, I told her the mayor of this corrupt town makes over $600,000 a year from the gas drillers poking holes in Fort Worth. My mom said something like, "I don't think that's legal. Why hasn't he been arrested?"

Mom is so naive, even though she's visited Texas several times, she doesn't get that Texas is not really part of the America she lives in.

The Yellow Judicial Rose Of Tainted Texas Ain't Looking Too Pretty To Me Today

I saw those bright yellow flowers today, earlier than normal, at the Tandy Hills. I'd walked by their location yesterday and did not notice them. They are rather noticeable, so I don't know why I didn't notice them yesterday.

Maybe they popped in to bloom today, some sort of sign of something, I don't, maybe the optimism of Spring.

I need a dose of optimism right about now. I started getting information this morning around 10 that sort of put me into some sort of state of shock.

Information of the sort that I did not quite know how to process it, or what to do with it. I had to get away from the computer, lest the temptation to blog took over before I'd had time to think through what had me in a state of disgust and shock.

When I got out of here I made several calls. The first was to my mom because I got gas and I always call my mom when I get gas. Mom made the mistake of asking how things are going. And so I told her the short version. You know it's bad when my mom gets the situation and asks a cogent question, as in asking, "How can something like that happen? Shouldn't these people be in jail?"

You have to keep in mind my mom has spent most of her life in civilized Washington, so telling mom about things that happen in Texas is very perplexing to her. This morning mom said Texas sounds lawless, like Mexico. Mom gets a lot of the bad Mexico news due to living near the border.

I walked extra long and extra hard on the Tandy Hills today, desperately seeking that endorphin fix that puts me in a better mood. For part of the hiking I was talking to the Queen of Wink, including hiking up the hill that had previously given her a bad case of the vapors. Soon after finishing consulting the Queen, my therapist, Dr. L.C., called.

Methinks there has been a lot of phone calling going on over a particular subject today. I believe some calls have gone out of Texas, seeking help with what is now obviously a much bigger scandal that I thought I was dealing with....

A Texas Cow Wash With The Saloon Hopping Wild Woman Of Woolley Washington & Twister

That Wild Woman of Woolley, Miss CVB, sent me the picture of a Texas Car Wash. The caption said "Only in Texas."

I do not recollect seeing a Cow Wash in Texas. I also don't know where Miss CVB found this picture. Maybe she came across it while doing research for her upcoming trip to Texas with Miss BS(-M).

I can't remember the last time I went sightseeing with Miss CVB. I recollect years ago, Miss CVB and me, driving up in the Cascades, driving over Diablo Dam, prior to the existence of the North Cascades Highway, and getting sort of stuck on a narrow logging road. Miss CVB has never gone saloon hopping. I am so looking forward to that.

Miss CVB regularly reminds me I need to go to Phoenix to visit my parental units. This morning Twister tweeted me a picture of himself deep in the aforementioned North Cascades. The full picture is a panoramic view. You can look at that here.

Why am I mentioning Miss CVB and Twister in the same paragraph? Well, the two of them have put it in my mind that it is time for a roadtrip. I have not driven back to Washington since July of 2001. I am thinking a roadtrip to Phoenix to see my mom and dad, sister, brother-in-law and nephews, on the way to Washington, would be a real fine time.

I will make sure this trip to Washington has none of the problems that I dealt with the last time I was there. In other words I won't be staying in Tacoma. I likely won't even do a Tacoma drive-by, due to the fact that that town is south of what will be my location.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

In Fort Worth With Elsie Hotpepper On The Tandy Hills With The Color Purple

The annoying switch to Daylight Savings Time had me up later than normal.

About 7 Elsie Hotpepper called, insisting I needed to drive her to the Fort Worth Stockyards to get her car, which was left there overnight, due to me driving Elsie home on Saturday when she was not in suitable driving mode.

I told Elsie I'd come get her after I was done with my morning swim and breakfast.

So, those two onerous tasks out of the way, I took off to take a Hotpepper to her car.

Taking Elsie to the Stockyards proved uneventful. I dropped her off, then I took off for a much earlier than the norm hiking of the Tandy Hills.

I am trying to amp up my physical activity to reverse this unfortunate weight gain I may have mentioned a time or two.

I live in dread fear of many things, like fear of getting tasered by the Fort Worth police, but my #1 fear is my fear of turning into one of the humongous balloon people I see waddling about in these parts. I fear it is an easily slid slippery slope to get to being a balloon person.

With that in mind I did some heavy duty waddling up and down the Tandy Hills today. Absolutely perfect conditions, even though I am not in absolutely perfect condition.

And I saw a harbinger of the coming dose of wild color that will soon be putting on a fine display on the Tandy Hills, that being a purple wildflower coloring up the hills today. I am not all that adept at properly identifying colors. Is that a purple flower in the picture? Or is that a color other than purple?

I guess that sums up my Sunday in Texas, being perplexed by the color purple. With the windows open.

Fort Worth's Mayor Mike Moncrief & All The King's Men

I watched the last hour, or so, of All The King's Men, whilst eating tacos this afternoon.

Blue corn tacos with tofu/beef and Wisconsin Sharp Cheddar.

I don't know why I digressed to tacos.

All The King's Men is about corruption in a southern state, I'm not sure which one. Louisiana? Texas?

Willie Stark is the Governor/King. Willie started off with good intentions, but gradually got more and more corrupt. And did ever worse bad deeds.

Willie was able to con the people with his platitudes and by building a lot of public works that he put his name on, like hospitals and roads.

I don't know if Governor Willie built any fake lakes from any rivers in his state. Or if he ran any bogus flood diversion channels to try and con some money from the Federal government.

Eventually impeachment charges were brought against Willie, which he successfully fought, only to be shot by one of the people he'd run roughshod over.

Yesterday I spent a couple hours with good citizens concerned about the corruption that permeates to varying degrees throughout the area known as the Barnett Shale, with the locus of corruption seeming to be Fort Worth and the county of Tarrant, of which Fort Worth is the county seat.

The corruption seems to spread, like a cancer, a malignancy seemingly impervious to any known treatment. Calls for the FBI to investigate go ignored.

Pointing out that the Mayor of Fort Worth, makes over $600,000 a year from the various gas drillers poking holes in Fort Worth, those being gas drillers who Mayor Moncrief helps in various sundry ways, which is clearly illegal, clearly a conflict of interest, seems to not matter.

Minimally Moncrief should have recused himself from having any part of any decision affecting any business from which he gains monetarily. Moncrief should have had to unburden himself of the conflicts of interest by divesting himself of any holdings in the gas driller companies.

And then there is the corruption in the boondoggle known as the Trinity River Vision. The vision has been being funded mostly by money that Congresswoman Kay Granger has been throwing Fort Worth's way via earmarks stuck on spending bills. That is now a big no no. Where will the TVR get money now?

Another point of obvious corruption regarding the TRV is the fact that Kay Granger's son, J.D. Granger, was put in charge of the TRV project, a job for which he had zero credentials. What Kay Granger did is what is known as nepotism. Nepotism is a big NO NO in civilized parts of America.

The TRV has never been put to a public vote. And yet eminent domain is being abused to take property for the supposed public good, purchased, I guess, with the ill gotten gains of those Kay Granger earmarks.

Near as I can tell, the cancer continues to spread, more politicians are being bought off in various ways, newspapers co-opted, even newspapers, thought to be safe from being co-opted, seem to have been corrupted and co-opted by the Bad Boy powers that be.

What can stop this ever growing cancer? I don't think radiation or chemotherapy is an option. Radical surgery seems the way to go. An honest person needs to penetrate the Good Ol' Boy Network and throw open the closed door, opening the books, naming names, pointing fingers, insisting on a Federal Bureau of Investigation investigation.

I thoroughly believe that Fort Worth will not be well until the various tumors are removed. I think the Mike Moncrief tumor is a very good place to start. How to go about that operation? I have no idea....