Sweet Young Elijah Finds an Acorn
As the saying goes about the sooner or later discovery by the blind pig.
In this instance the issue was the lack of the actual solid waste RFP document in Tuesday’s presentation to the Fullerton City Council. Tender Elijah popped up during public comments to note this omission, and he was right to do so.
Maybe innocent Elijah came across this on his own – it’s pretty blatant. Or maybe he got it from my FFFF colleague Disillusioned Ex-hippy, who wrote this on Monday:
“Item 21 is the start of something big. Fullerton’s trash service contract is coming up in June, 2027 and staff wants to issue a Request for Proposal (RFP). The RFP solicitation document itself remains a mystery to the public because it isn’t attached to the agenda. Sorry.“
This sort of thing makes everybody look bad. The City staffer who got up to explain how come the actual document was not attached to the staff report gave the lamest of lame explanations: the ad hoc committee looked at it.
The bare fact that this actually happened bespeaks a culture in which the bureaucracy assumes the council won’t read anything more complicated than a Denny’s menu and will rely on staff to tell them what to do. This doesn’t happen in a vacuum. The sad fact is that most electeds are more interested in photo ops than in doing any real work. And reading documents you are voting on takes effort.
Then there’s the FU to the public, deliberate opacity through design or indifference. I think it’s the culture issue, again; a culture that is created by inertia, where sort of okay is good enough. Hopefully we will get a new City Manager who understands this. But don’t hold your breath.
Both sweet young Elijah and Zahra read this blog regularly. They got this from FFFF.
Nobody expects those city counselpeople to read. They are rubber stamps. Always have been.
They can read? They certainly can’t do math, so it’s reasonable to assume they can’t read either.
Fullerton is going to get Peter Grant from Cypress which will be even worse than any of the empty vessels who have sat in the City Manager’s seat before. A Tyrant in the place where Fools have sat.
I dunno. The guy got run out of town and was embroiled in controversy.
Which makes him the perfect candidate to be Fullerton’s next City Manager!
Grant is a massive douchebag so he’ll fit right in. But even an out of work cunt like him would pass on the Fullerton job. Fullerton is an employer of last resort.
It’s been like this forever. Casual screw-ups that receive no rebuke from anybody. No-fault government. At least we can be happy that redevelopment is over, but look at the boutique hotel disaster. Incompetence from top to bottom. And people are STILL pretending this is a real thing just waiting to happen.
Tony cropped himself out of the photo again because he’s looking fat, old, and bloated from all the booze he drinks. Loser.
Tender Elijah is bloated with ego and fat with pride and arrogance… a much worse look than Tony.
The size of this little twerp Eli must be Rushmore. Dumb kid is a loser nobody. He thinks his little opinions in the Kennedy family legacy monthly letter are all that. Daddy Manassero should take a switch to his backside for being a stain on the family name.
Daddy Manassero is a coward and a wet noodle. He is totally cucked.
Tony’s the cuck. Daddy Manasserro been pounding your ex-wife for years.
You dig it. Admit it.
Daddy Manassero is another useless prick who spawned Elijah, another in his long line of useless pricks. We can all thank the gods that Eli spends all his time having ChatGPT write his dipshit Observer dribble and making comments at meetings to extend the Manassero line any further. Eli’s wife is probably thanking the gods too.
Wild coming from a guy who looks like a sack of scotch-soaked laundry. You keep running your mouth about families while my dad’s been blowing out your ex’s back since Bush was in office. Loser.
Little boy, were you even an afterthought when Bush was president?
Struck a nerve, I see. Keep drinking, you bloated fat loser.
You couldn’t strike a match.
Mic drop.
Not what your wife said when I was hitting it from behind. Strike me harder, Daddy! Hahaha.
Cop troll. They’re all the same.
Your third wife is waiting for her alimony check.
And still kicking ass, apparently. Your butt is sore.
This business requires a certain amount of finesse.
What’s with the pedo vibes series on Elijah. It’s pretty creepy even for Fiends for Fullerton’s Failure.
You dig it. Admit it.
The only one with pedo vibes is JRH and there are constant. We have to keep him away from children to keep him out of prison. The family dog is scared of him as well.
He purdy young thang.
Easy, gentlemen. He’s legal, not a lunch special. No need to read the menu out loud.
Side note, but has anyone clocked Josh Ferguson’s outfit? Three-piece suit with those stupid toe shoes like he’s a business casual hobbit. Toss in that greasy beard and newsboy cap and you’ve got a guy who looks like he got dressed in the dark at a Ren Faire. No wonder he talks like he’s never had sex without a Venmo request attached.
Tony’s bloated ass and Josh’s crusty beard go together like dog shit and flies. You just know when one shows up, the other’s not far behind. Losers.
Side note, Eli, you may be picking at a scar you don’t want bleeding little boy. Ferguson has a lot of time. They can be the devil’s playground if pointed at you. Better hide fucker.
You almost had it, then you didn’t.
Josh, please proofread your ChatGPT responses before you hit submit. Loser!
Ferguson has lots of time because he’s an unemployable louse and a weird cross between 20’s newsboy and insufferable twat.
Nailed it
All right, Elijah. Enough’s enough. You can’t eat the Venetian blinds. I just had them installed on Wednesday…
Just…find the RFP, Mr. Gitts.