PNJ columnist Reginald Dogan sums up the
current crop of Escambia County commissioners in language ordinarily reserved for cynics like us:
Let’s start with Commissioner Gene Valentino, a bombastic blowhard who talks so much, most of the time he doesn’t even know what he’s talking about. He always seems on the edge of legality.
His ethics came under fire after he pleaded no contest last year to a noncriminal violation of Florida’s public records law for failing to immediately turn over e-mails about a proposed bingo casino on Perdido Key. He makes back-room deals in smoky rooms. He makes former County Administrator George Touart, who is challenging Valentino’s District 2 seat, look like an angelic choir boy.
Commissioner Grover Robinson IV has the backbone of an ameoba. They apparently share a brain, too.
Commissioner Kevin White’s IQ is lower than whale poop. If it gets any lower, we’ll have to start watering him (thanks Molly Ivin, RIP).
Commissioner Wilson Robertson’s campaign slogan promised to bring sanity back to the commission.
If this is what he calls insanity, the inmates indeed are running the asylum.
The much more staid
editorial board agrees:
With multiple commissioners admitting they don't understand the county's bid process, there's no rhetorical overkill in saying they don't know what they are doing.
The commissioners' excuses — larded with shotgun blasts of blame at a host of targets — ring increasingly hollow about the events that led to a rebid of a contract after one of the losers said he could beat the low bid — after he got a look at it.
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... there's a problem at the courthouse.
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