Class of 2012

The live stream to watch the 2:30 pm Wylie High and 6:00pm Wylie East graduation ceremonies can be found at:


A big hearty congratulations to Wylie High School's Class of 2012 and also to the very first graduating class, Wylie East High School's Class of 2012.  

These students are some of the most amazing individuals I have ever had the pleasure of watching grow from youngsters into fine young adults.  

Congratulations for a job well done!

Wylie Youth Council Holds Teen Summit 5.26.12

I want to thank Mayor Eric Hogue for giving his time yesterday to the Wylie Youth Council's Teen Summit.  I am happy to see Mayor's involvement with such a fantastic group.  

The Wylie Youth Council is a non-profit started by Councilman Bennie Jones to help mentor average students who might be wavering in their decision to remain in school and/or seek higher education or trade school after they graduate.

For more information on the Wylie Youth Council, check out their webpage:

Driver's Sped

Many years ago, my mother-in-law got the brilliant idea of helping raise her preteen nephews while their mother was having a difficult time.  Imagine if you will, two New York inner-city kids being transported to sterile and oh so boring Plano, Texas.  Oh sure, the girls loved them with their New York accents and all, but they were so out of their element here.  They coped by acting the tough guy routine and became leaders of the pack they quickly formed.

Bless her little heart, mother-in-law did her best with them.  During their three year Texas tour, she took them shopping, and they came home with gangsta shorts that sagged past their cheeks.  She put them in school, and they skipped more than they attended.  She gave them money, and they seemed to blow through it like they were smoking it.  Um, yes.  She bought them a car, and they wrecked it.

The oldest was about to turn 16 and it was time for his learner’s permit.  Lord have mercy, I don’t know what possessed me to offer to do the freeway driving portion.  I must have been high or at least slightly looney when I raised my hand during the family meeting.  

When my drive time came up later in the week, we got in the car and I suppose in an instant of immortality, I figured this task would be easy.  Off we went.  I found the side street driving was not so bad after all.  He had a pretty good grip of it, so I started to relax.  Then he turned left toward the on-ramp, better known to me now as the evil cement slab where my life flashed before my very eyes.  Off we traversed. 

Wouldn’t you know that Gangsta put the pedal to the medal and held it there?  We careened toward the other cars on 75 and I felt my hair turn instantly grey just at the very moment we hit the soft shoulder, so he could get in front of the pack.  “Dear God, is it over yet?”  I prayed.  After that, we settled into the routine of him swinging in and out of traffic all the way from Plano to McKinney.  By this time I just kept my eyes closed so as not to die of a massive coronary on the spot.

Finally when the terror was more than I could handle, a tiny quivering voice came out of my mouth and said it was time to turn around now.  Holy bat crap, that kid crossed two lanes of traffic and flew down the off-ramp, skidding around the u-ey, and back up the other side of the freeway.  The only time we slowed was as we climbed a giant hill on the service drive as we made our way back to the on-ramp toward hell.  By this time I was bargaining with God about how I had two young children at home who needed me.  Surely this could not be happening.  Surely, I would not die at the hands of this hood that seriously needed the ghetto smacked out of him.

I don’t know how we made it home, but the Snoop Dog mini me got us there.  To be honest, I believe I was in shock, or perhaps I blotted out the horror from my mind.  All I know is that when I opened my eyes again, we were home and I stumbled out of the car and took a nice long lie-down right there on the lawn.  I think I even French kissed the grass.

In that same family meeting, I swear we were not passing the pipe, the hubs must have somehow become brain-damaged as well because he offered to take the mini rapper out for some night driving.  With nerves of steel, hubs sat himself down in the passenger seat and off they went for the very first time in the dark.  Imagine the embarrassment when the young’un tried to turn left out of the neighborhood and went bumpety bump right over the center median in front of a car and then fishtailed himself into the middle lane.  I think it was about this point that my better half started to see the hood was missing a couple genes from the gene pool. 

Interestingly enough, the car that ghetto boy plopped down in front of, proceeded to pull up on the left and look at the driver; a backwards ball capped kid with chunky gold jewelry just visible over the neckline of his oversized jersey.  I mean, the kid was slunked down as far as he could be in his seat so he could just barely see over the dashboard and still look cool.  Then that car fell back and pulled up on the passenger side.  This is when the hubs, better known as the grey-haired sucker who had to teach this Tupac wannabe how to drive, looked over to see who was in the car. It seems the vehicle that Gangsta just cut off and displayed such fantastic and superb driving capabilities in front of was a City of Plano police car. Nice.

As I write this and ponder my own sons’ driving experiences, I hope that they fare better than gangsta who bought my old car, drove back to New York City, and promptly wrecked it, fo’ shizzle.

Extraneous Excrement

I cannot believe the utter fluster cuck that just took place with the Wylie City Council meeting tonight.  I mean, could anything be more contrived by the extraneous excrement bullies, AKA Wylie’s Good Old Boys, on council? 

It seems our Mayor decided now would be a fine time to go float his boat in Las Vegas with WEDC Executive Director Sam Satterwhite. Wow, a party made in heaven. Um, not.

In Mayor’s stead, he left the bumbling, stumbling, stuttering Councilman Rick White at the helm with what appears to be a staunch edict to table the vote on a new Mayor Pro Tem.  Well at least it would appear that way to the casual observer.  Sheesh, does Mayor Hogue really think the public is THAT stupid to think he didn’t lean on the leanable to table the thing tonight? 

I find this whole ridiculous drama trauma game to be nothing more than a power play by our Mayor from the glittering Sin City as he attempts to make some sort of orchestral maneuvers under the cover of what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.  Interesting.

If you recall, this time last year Mayor was out in Vegas too but our council didn’t cry wee, wee, wee all the way home and beg to have the vote tabled.  Oh no.  They didn’t seem to have any trouble voting in Red Byboth for the umpteen millionth time.  This year, heavens to Betsy, oh but my no, if there is even the most minute chance that one of the conservative councilmembers might get nominated, these weak as water councilmembers push to table the vote. Um, and we voted these nincompoops in office cuz why? Oh we is so smart.

It’s no surprise to anyone when I say that Councilman Rick White, my favorite little ball-less wonder, started off bidding with a move to table the vote.

Next up on the block was Councilman David Goss who was hacked down expeditiously for the Mayor Pro Tem post by Mayor’s palsy walsies. Then Councilwoman Spillyards was on the block and she was chopped in half with a 3/3 split.

Finally after several games of Round Robin, mini mayor me Nathan Scott made a motion to table it yet again until, in all the newbie wisdom he was capable of mustering, he rather emphatically stated, “Mayor could come back and make a responsible decision.”  Responsible?  Can I just insert a huge eye-ball rolley smiley right here? 

Seriously, what I read out of his mouth was, “OMG, I don’t know what to say without the mayor’s hand up my rump working the mouthpiece.  I need the mayor here to help me make a decision!!!”  Well tough titties Junior, you wanted to get elected, you got elected.  Why did you run for city council if you are incapable of making a decision on your own?  I mean, is there any cognizant activity going on upstairs when Mayor Hogue isn’t around to coach you? 

Thankfully Councilman Goss made a Point of Order which was seconded by Councilwoman Kathy Spillyards and ninny nanny boy was made to make a revised motion.  What a moron.

Councilman Jones, Councilwoman Culver, and Councilman Goss all took their turns at admonishing the White reject in charge for being afraid to allow them to move forward with a vote. Finally the meeting concluded with a new Mayor Pro Tem in Kathy Spillyards. 

Are any of these shenanigans any big surprise?  No not at all.  This is the most dysfunctional piece of crap council I have ever had the displeasure of watching bungle their way through a meeting.  In my best New York accent, "These are leaders?"

Honestly, these councilmembers are the most collectively obstructive bunch of people and guess who we have to blame for the marshmallow peep show of brainiacs we have in City Hall?  None other than Mayor Eric Hogue.  Boy oh boy I hope he is mighty proud of himself for the absolute abject failure of municipal meatheads he is in charge of preening and pruning.  Namely, Councilman White and mini mayor me Nathan Scott.

Hold on tight my friends as we are about to watch the complete decay of what little dignity and camaraderie there might have been up on City Hall.  We can thank Mayor Eric Hogue for causing a rift on this council greater than the Mariana Trench. I sure hope every lie and game to get Nathan Scott on council was well worth it because the real losers now are the citizens.

I firmly believe once we vote this fence post posturing divisive mayor out of office, we will finally reach the tipping point to some real growth and prosperity in this city.  With him sitting at the helm, we will have nothing but the childish antics of a handful of powerful bullies who only wish to advance themselves.  

Rapid Retreat

As a parent of a Senior about to graduate from Wylie High School, my time is extremely limited at the moment, as you can imagine.  Not only do we have all of the activities buzzing around this great milestone, but I am also in the process of preparing for a huge open house and visiting family.  Yes, the in-laws from Texas, the out-laws from New York, and my parental units will all join in celebration with some of our close friends and also a few acquaintances for vittles, a drink or two, and lots of laughs as we celebrate the achievement of my son who has made me shirt-busting proud.   

I have been told by more than one source that there are actually some people out there in Wylieland who look forward to their TXun fix.  You mean to tell me someone actually likes my writing and humor?  To this news I am truly honored.

In light of this, as at the holidays when my time was also very limited, I will make a few blog posts from my personal blog, toned down for the readership here of course.  Here goes:

I was high on life riding through the rapids.  My strong arms paddled the mighty Colorado River for 4 hours.  In the silky serene areas of the river, I slipped out and was carried by the strong currents alongside of the raft.  Slipping in and out as the heat of the day set in, I felt rejuvenated by the cold water each time.  The rocky canyons cut by raging water made for a gorgeous August backdrop on this trip. Michigan never felt so far away.

Fast forward to three summers ago.  I wanted to relive that glorious memory with my sons.  On our trip to Colorado we didn’t get to that mighty river of its namesake, instead we found a river through Durango called the Animas.  This river was tame compared to the Colorado so when my youngest son wanted to take a two man dinghy, I agreed.  After all, if I could raft the Colorado in one, I could raft this small river. Ha!

When we arrived at the set in point, they did not wait for us to get the dinghy off the truck.  No sooner did I slide on my vest, the large raft was already in the water.  My eldest son helped me with my life jacket then ran for his ride.  My youngest and I hopped in our little float and we pushed off.

I noticed right away that my feet were sliding around in my water shoes.  Oh hell, I looked down and realized I had packed my husband’s old ones by mistake.  Two sizes too large for me, I stuffed them under the sides of the soft wall and paddled on.  We went through a couple small rapids just to get our appetite whet. 

This is when our guide, forever known to me as the dominatrix, came alongside in the large raft and suggested we slip into the water to be sure we could get back in the boat because some class 3 & 4 rapids were coming and she wanted to be sure we were prepared.  My son didn’t want to get in, being mom, being invincible, being the flaming moron who suggested this raft trip, I plopped in. 
This is where the trouble began.  When I slid into the water, I was completely unprepared for how cold it was.  We had come from a 100+ degree Texas summer and the 56 degree water immediately put me into an asthma attack.  I began coughing. Lovely.

Meanwhile, my shoes were sliding around on my feet and acting like water-filled anchors jerking me back and forth like a rag-doll.   For nearly a minute I struggled with the idea of kicking the things off and bidding them adieu, but finally I reached down and pulled them off one at a time and slam-dunked them into the dinghy muttering a cuss word or two.  So me.  I can’t imagine why, but it was about this time that the nice comfy raft riders began to stare.  What?  Was I making a spectacle out of myself?  Freaking warm and dry brain-baked woosies.  I’d like to see your Arizona desert butts here in this 56 degree water. See how you like it.

The pièce de résistance was to allow my oldest son to help me with my life vest.  Was I on crack?  I did not know this but he didn’t tighten the strap all the way around me and it was dangling in the back.  Now the water pushed hard underneath and the thing was strangling me.  My shoulders were pushed up near my ears and the little tie that’s supposed to be at your chest was now choking me under my chin.  OK, so there’s just no better word for this situation so I may as well say it.  &#%@!

In a stroke of genius, the guide said, “Now get back in.”  Um, hello?  Was she not in the same river I was in?  I could barely see over the life-vest.  She gently paddled over and asked me to get in. Biatch.  My frozen body was dangling behind me and by now my husband was frantically holding me by the shoulders of the thing.   The passengers in the large raft looked on casually as if this was some usual occurrence for them.  No panic.  No worry.  I wanted to throttle them.  I wondered, did the Arizona sun make them brain dead?   I wanted some real commiseration here.

By this time I am in a full-fledged asthma attack and I cannot speak for wheezing.  I contemplated slipping out of the life jacket because my husband was ringing my neck with it.  I wondered if this was on purpose?

Thank God my ice-cold, numb legs were dangling behind me for if they were in front, when that large stone came I might have been romancing it.  By now I was taking on some water and starting to wonder if the dominatrix would make a good mother to my children. 

Then it happened.  I hear those words I was dying to hear, “Under her arms sir.”  Thank God someone took mercy.  My husband swooped me up and fell backward as he was told and I popped out of the water and landed on him.  Damn, I hope that was keys in his pocket because I was starting to wonder if he was into the Dominatrix.  I quickly searched for my youngest, who was now left totally alone in that dinghy thingy.  He had a look of sheer terror on his face and I think he was about to go into shock.  Dominatrix asks him if he would like to continue on.  Really?  Evidently she doesn’t have children.

I had a love hate relationship with that woman the rest of the trip, however we did get to enjoy our rapids and rather than waste the extra cost of the dinghy, my husband and an Arizona baked head took the dinghy and didn’t fall out.  Not even once.  Nice.

Recap Slap

As readers, surely you knew this would be coming and if you didn’t, you haven’t been reading my blog long enough to know I have a, well, a slight twisted side. Here is my personal assessment of this election cycle and the candidates in a little recap slap.

Bennie Jones vs. Gilbert Tamez – Up in Smoke part deux
Picture Bennie Jones, hear his deep chocolatey voice in your head, speaking sweet nothings in your ear and now imagine a little smooth jazz mood music, Kenny G playing in the background ( Yes, Mr. Cool Cat Jones is in the house.

Now picture Gilbert Tamez, hear his goofy and giggly voice and imagine Speedy Gonzalez shouting, "¡Andale! ¡Andale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!" "Hola, pussycat!” (Look out Warner Bros. here comes Gilbert Tamez

Now let us examine the votes for Bennie vs. Gilbert because I am of the perception that the voting groups in Wylie were fairly divided.

*Teacher vote was fairly evenly divided
*Good Old Boys vs. Bennie supporters were evenly dispersed but Bennie simply had more supporters
*Seniors and WASA crowd were neutralized by the conservative Tea Party vote
*Walk ups were fairly evenly divided as they put an equal amount of time in their campaign efforts

I think it was a clean and fair race and though Gilbert had a good showing Bennie was able to pull it off.  Congratulations to Councilman Bennie Jones for holding on to his seat.

Catherine Butschek vs. Nathan Scott – Mom Meets Punkazz Kid
Now close your eyes and picture Catherine Butschek and her motherly walk and talk.  I see her shocking black, curly hair and I think of Delores Adamczyk.  Yup, everyone knows a Delores, she’s getting up there in age yet her hair never changes.  God love Delores, she’s actually near 80 and still has jet black hair.  Now Catherine is a fairly heighty woman and so I imagine her in her younger 70s days looking a bit like this, ( with her husband Matthew singing the duet.

Now picture Nathan Scott and imagine a rather plump Charlie Sheen.  He thinks he is all sorts of hot, but in reality he is all sorts of not.  The moment he opens his mouth his head disappears and all I can hear playing in the background is Boyz in the Hood by Dynamite Hack ( - language warning) Nuf said.

When examining the votes for Catherine vs. Nathan, I am of the opinion that it came down to two factors out of the four:

*Teachers vote swayed more to the side of Nathan Scott because he has little ones in school and because I heard over and over again from teachers that they were pissed about Catherine putting her children in private school.  To be honest, the money is the same whether they teach 23 students in their class or 22 because 1 left for private school.  In the end it really comes down to personal preference and whether someone can afford private school or not which is why I always find that to be a jealousy thing, but I guess I can see why teachers might feel slighted.  Those who voted for Catherine were appalled at Nathan Scott’s lack of ethics when it came to him being chased for years by the Denton County Court systtem to pay his child support.
*Good old boys were heavily on the side of Nathan Scott but I believe they were neutralized by the conservative members of the community who all came together from every race, creed, socioeconomic level, and political party and who all agreed it was inappropriate to put someone on council who is an absolute ethical nightmare.
*Seniors and WASA crowd were neutralized by the conservative Tea Party vote
*Walk ups is what killed Catherine.  Not to be ugly here, but side by side, Nathan’s pudgy cheeks, toothy grin, and little rotund physique in a sweater vest were oh so cutesy next to mom.  You get the idea:  male vs. female, young vs. old.  The fact is Nathan Scott, because he is lacking employment, was able to plunk his butt cheeks down at the library doorstep and campaign his tiny, heart out, making up any story the voters wanted to hear.  He even told my father-in-law, “Call me and I’ll tell you how to vote.”  To which my father-in-law replied, “I bet you will.” 
The simple fact is, Nathan Scott worked his literal and figurative chubby cheeks off and my congratulations go out to him for working as hard as he did and winning.

Now the fun begins and I am certain there will be plenty of fodder from the ethical nightmare called Nathan Scott to keep me busy blogging for at least 3 years, so stay tuned.


I just woke up from a nap to find that nothing has changed in the world of Wylie yet again.  Today we have exchanged one loud-mouthed, obnoxious pud whacker for another.  According to our wonderful and yet oh so accurate Wylie News:

 Unofficial Election results:
Wylie Council, Place 1 – Nathan Scott, 572; Catherine Butschek, 385.

Wylie Council, Place 2 – Bennie Jones, 508; Gilbert Tamez Sr., 437.

Wylie ISD Bond – For 861; Against 297

Well that would be all fine and wonderful had Nathan Scott actually won Place 1, but he was actually running for Place 4.  Place 1 is held by Councilman David Goss and I cannot help but wonder if that erroneous place number was some sort of Freudian Slip? I’m sure it will be corrected just as soon as they find out I made fun of them yet again.

Nothing ventured nothing gained and had Catherine Butschek not attempted to run for our Council, Nathan Scott’s seditious background would have never come to light and the people running our city with titles such as Mayor and Councilman and Councilwoman would never have been exposed for the low-lives they are that would support such a sinister character for office.  In fact, we can thank the informant who let us all in on Nathan Scott’s dirty little secrets because we now have a good basis to observe and judge the pond-scum currently running our city that would support such a piece of garbage for office.  But as I said, nothing has changed.  As soon as Scott becomes installed on Council at the next meeting and Mayor Eric Hogue places his hand permanently up his backside to move the mouthpiece as he does with his puppet Rick White, we should begin to see a kinder, simpler Scott.   Oh the Gang of Four won’t be able to make him Mayor Pro Tem just yet, but I would bet your bottom dollar they name either White or Spillyards for the title.  Heaven forbid they allow a conservative to hold that role. 

As I stated in a blog post last week, Catherine Butschek pissed off a lot of old school Wylie folks and those were the people who were bussed to the polls by the WASA crowd during early voting.  I wonder, how many didn’t know about Scott’s wife-beating past arrest?  I wonder, did all the old grey hairs think that his not paying child support was just Jim Dandy?   Do they think it was OK for him to run from job to job, in fact 15 jobs over 10 years in order to get away with not paying for his kid?  I wonder how they will feel about their votes when they find out they were snookered by the likes of a greasy used car salesman?

Speaking of snookered, I wonder how people will feel about their vote for Nathan Scott when they find out he jimmied the votes by stating he would lower their taxes.  The chameleon changed all manner of colors during his stint outside the library doors during early voting since he didn’t have a job to go to like the rest of us tax-paying citizens.  Oh, and speaking of voting, he lied about even voting at all, stating in the candidate forum that he voted in the last presidential election but his name is nowhere to be found on the voter list of civically responsible people. 

So how does someone like Pastor Kris Segrest of the First Baptist Church, who also happens to sit on the Executive Board of WASA with his pal Nathan Scott, preach to people about honoring their brother at the ‘Give WASA taxpayer money or else’ council meeting, when he has never himself voted as of March 2008 either. What an honor to his brothers.  He talks about honoring his brother when he was part of the rather abrupt removal of Demond Dawkins, President of ViewPoint Bank who was serving in the capacity of Treasurer of WASA before they hastily decided to bring in Nathan Scott, a man with a criminal past. 

Take a look at the voter record I posted a few blog posts back and witness hypocrisy at its finest.  Pastor Segrest doesn’t feel it necessary to vote as his civic duty.  Is his lack of voting something like turning the other cheek?  Oh I see, it’s OK if the guy he supports behind the scenes has lied in public and it’s OK for him not to rebuke that behavior.  Oh yes, perhaps it is more like turning a blind eye.  So let me get this straight, Segrest seems to wield some ridiculous magical power over the voting population of the FBC.  I have been told that whoever the fine pastor supports is how the FBC members will vote.  I’m wondering if this is the practice is supporting someone without really supporting them, kind of like what our fine mayor does when he claims he isn’t supporting anyone in public, yet somehow the sheeple do follow.

Indeed, it will be interesting to pull this voting record from Collin County just to have a looksee at who came out to vote this go around that hasn’t voted since March 2008.  It should make for some very interesting reading.  Already we have about 300 people who did not vote this time last year.  Did people suddenly become constitutionally responsible or were the pud whackers beating the bushes hard?

In fact, let’s do some quick analysis right now.  In the 2008 primary election, here are some of the people who voted in the Republican Primary or the Democrat Primary:

Republican                                                   Democrat
Former Councilman Earl Newsom                      Former Mayor Jim & Lois Swartz
Former Mayor John Mondy                                 Councilman Bennie Jones
Former Mayor Bill and Elizabeth Martin                       Gilbert Tamez
Councilwoman Kathy Spillyards                          Planning & Zoning David Dahl
Former Councilman JC Worley                            Parks & Rec Robert Diaz
Former Councilman Merrill Young
Councilman David & Trustee Barbara Goss
Mayor Eric and Tammy Hogue
Former Councilman Red Byboth
City Manager Mindy Manson
WASA Don Hallum
Dr. Al Draper
Former Councilman Carter Porter

You just have to wonder, how do our council members vote for a Republican, thereby denouncing the liberal ways of Obama and come to Wylie and vote like flaming liberals to bring in every low-income  housing project they can and to give taxpayer funds away to their pals.  How do they look at themselves in the mirror every morning?  Do they get up and repeat the mantra, “I’m a Republican, I’m a Republican, I’m a Republican?”  I mean at least with WASA’s former Mayor Jim Swartz, we know he’s a flaming-butt liberal and he votes and behaves like one too, with his damned hand out asking for money all the time. 

At Nathan Scott’s congratulatory party at Napoli’s tonight, I’m sure the A-List of Good Old Boys ebbed and flowed in like the sea and I’m sure all of the mayors were in attendance and giddy with delight that they got their little man in and they can continue on with their liberal spend and tax ways.  I’m certain all of the good old boys are aflutter with the pitter patter of their tiny hearts.    

I wonder will people ask, in the general scheme of things does it all really matter?  Indeed.  We have only this Council full of 4 tax and spend idiots to blame for our steadily reducing home values because they purposely keep our tax rate ridiculously inflated, and they continue to welcome low-income housing to Wylie, which will do nothing for our future home values.  I couldn’t sell my house now if I wanted to in order to get out of this wasteland of Good Old Boys and the prurient, scum they prop into the council seats.  Oh and since we are examining the sort of people that Wylie’s leaders embrace, Kris Segrest’s home value also plummeted from a high of $195K two short years ago, to $173K.  You have to wonder why these people cling to their Good Old Boy leaders who are steering their home values so wrong.   

I’m sort of thinking that putting the house up for rent and making it Section 8 might fit right in with the wasteland environment our leaders are creating here in Wylie and tonight thankfully we have only added one of their pals to the list rather than two.

Election Day

Please Vote
 Saturday is Election Day, May 12, 2012, 7am – 7pm

Wylie City Council
Bennie Jones vs. Gilbert Tamez
Catherine Butschek vs. Nathan Scott

7am to 7pm at either of the following based upon your precincts:

Wylie Bible Church
206 N. Jackson


Southfork Mobil Home
Community Clubhouse
216 Southfork Blvd

Wylie ISD Bond

You are voting for the bond at the WISD Administration Building

You have to visit 2 places to vote as the State of Texas changed voting requirements and WISD now votes with Collin County and the City of Wylie now votes with Rockwall County.  To watch for election results you will have to look at both of those website starting at about 8 pm.

Pushing Buttons

I have to say I’m kind of liking this sitting at home and watching the Wylie City Council meetings on my telly.  I could get used to this, especially since I can mute the horse and pony show during the first 30 minutes of the thing.   I always cringed watching Mayor Eric Media Hogue smile for the camera.  There should be some sort of law limiting how many times a city official can appear in the newspaper, because I have to say his standard weekly photo should be criminal.  Talk about taking vanity straight to bordering on absolute narcissism. 

Imagine my surprise when I got home from work and found that the live stream was nowhere to be found.  I pulled up my trusty agenda packet online (because I didn’t get an email over the weekend announcing their meeting like I am supposed to, as those seem to be hit or miss lately) and took a look at the topics du jour.  I have to say there isn’t much of any substance on the agenda this evening.  Oh sure, Red will have his kiss and cry party and we get to be reminded of all that he has done for Wylie.  It should be no surprise I’m not on the Red Happy Camper List so my absence is probably a total relief to him. 

To wrap the evening up there will be a droning on of Robert Diaz over the fees that Parks and Rec recommends charged to citizens for the use of our parks, the Bart Peddicord, and the Rec Center.  This is just the fluff used to fill in between the real meetings where the real fun and games reside, such as the budget meetings and some of those Code of Ethics work sessions.  No fun was to be had tonight, as the cameras were presumably rolling but nothing was playing live.

Just think.  This time two weeks from now, the agenda will be sporting the party for the newbies elected to the council.  Will Bennie make the grade?  Will Gilbert get a chance?  My money is on Bennie.  For the other seat, will Catherine or Nathan be elected?  This one is a little more difficult to predict and here’s why.

Back in the day, Catherine Butschek pissed off some of the Good Old Boys in Wylie.  She was outspoken against the practices of Mayor John Mondy.  Now whether you think Mondy did a good turn for Wylie or not probably depends on which side of the 8-10 year mark you are as a citizen and which side of the political fence you sit on.  Those old-timers who have been around Wylie for 8-10 years or longer and who are a little liberal in the loafers seem to really dig Mondy.  As a mayoral dude, he was pretty righteous.  Yet, there are a couple teensy little gaffs that caused not only the old time conservatives to dislike him, but also the newby conservatives who have been here about 10 years or less.

I’ve been here 11 years but I’m a conservative and have less of an appreciation for all things liberal and spendy-pants.  As I see it, Mayor Mondy rocked as a mayor and rocks as an individual, but he was also the mayor seated when all the deals were done that brought this boring sea of grey roofs sitting atop vanilla homes crammed on postage-sized lots.  The question is, do I like him more than our current mayor?  Well hells to the yes.  I like him more despite the gaffs because our current mayor behaves like an overly chatty and catty school girl.  At least with Mondy, what you see is what you get and I love the no-drama, no-nonsense style.  I love the anonymity he tries to carry with him.  I love that he tells people to call him simply, “John.”  What a guy.  THAT commands respect.  Someone calling a friend of mine asking if I am religious or not in order to determine if I am of the ‘forgive and forget’ mindset and to see if there is some way to shut me up, commands a Befuddled award. 

Gaff number one by Mayor Mondy is really the letter he wrote on City of Wylie letterhead asking for leniency in the sentencing phase of a convicted child molester.  Inexcusable and irrefutable as a major faux pas.    One that is perhaps more subjective is the type of homes and buildings we have here in Wylie.  I realize a certain amount of building a new community brought cheap homes and that was to be expected.  This is pretty standard practice in most up and coming communities, but nicer developments usually come a little later too.  So I view Mondy’s gaff number two to be that Wylie doesn’t have much to speak of in the way of those nicer neighborhoods.  It seems that Sachse and Murphy gobbled up those home builders.  Gaff three is that Mondy was there when the Wal-Mart deal was done and also all these ugly metal buildings you see all over town but I guess I can forgive him for that because Wal-Mart brought in  some tax revenue and all was to be forgiven and the ugly metal buildings could be overlooked, sort of. 

Conversely, people think that Mayor Eric Hogue had something to do with getting the Target development on 544, alas it was Mondy who was seated at the time when that commercial development was started or at least if memory serves me correctly, he was there when the Target deal was conceived.  In my book, that was one of the best things Mondy had his hands in and for that I forgive him all his past transgressions.  Still, I am a tad angry about the low-cost housing sprawling all over Wylie.

If you are not a fan of the sea of low cost housing that exists in Wylie, Mondy is only partly your man.  There are those who served with him such as Earl Newsom, Rick White, Carter Porter, Red Byboth, Eric Hogue, and Merrill Young.    Wow, now there’s an A-List of Good Old Boys.  Think about it, back in the day these boobs voted to approve just about any piece of metal garbage someone wanted to erect.  Flash forward to today.  These same boobs who wreaked havoc upon our city back then are still, for the most part, in charge quite literally or have their hands in behind the scenes.

Mr. Newsom is not on council but he’s all over the Wylie View spewing his old Wylie worldliness to the bow and scrape crowd.  Carter Porter is licking his wounds still after being unseated by the outspoken conservative Diane Culver last year.  He has given cash to the two flaming liberals running for City Council right now, Gilbert Tamez and Nathan Scott.  Porter is best known and endeared forever to me for his penchant for yelling at Catholic Priests during council meetings and in snotty email responses to citizens.  But he is also known to me for being the sot that wrote a Letter to the Editor that whined in his little boy voice that Councilmembers Culver, Jones, and Goss are feathering their personal nests during their stints as Councilmembers.  Now that does present a bit of a problem, firstly because it is against the charter and State Ethics for them to benefit in the manner Porter accused them benefiting, and secondly because none of them have businesses in Wylie for which to gain any ill-gotten goods.  Goss comes the closest with his wife’s T-Shirt screening company, but I don’t recall the City or their employees buying shirts from them nor do I believe the nest is all that feathered from the venture.  Furthermore Porter stated that they were receiving personal favors.  Now you know how twisted my mind can be and I could have all sorts of fun with that statement, but I will play nice.  I have to wonder what personal favors it is that Culver, Jones, and Goss have received?  Yes, that was true Vegas-style drama queen letter writing stuff coming at us from Carter Porter just about this same time last year after he lost his seat.  Sour grapes is an understatement.

Merril Young, wow, now how do I address this one in a ladylike manner?  I’m sure he is a nice man and all, but he paid $200 for a fake ‘college degree’  from a degree mill, had it back dated to 1970 something and was able to use it to obtain his teaching certificate through our dumb state of Texas and for a teaching position through our even dumber Wylie ISD.  Oh, and he was serving as councilman and refused to step down all the while. He was convicted, fined, and given probation by a court of law.  Guess it takes all kinds and some simply wear their shame better than others.  He wears his brazenly as he is still working in a paraprofessional position with the school district.    I wonder if Nathan Scott gets his tutelage in wearing personal shame freely in public from some sort of secret admiration for what Young did.  Seriously, in Wylie we put the fun in dysfunctional.  I mean, how can you not laugh at the ridiculousness of this stuff.  I couldn’t make it up if I tried.

In a roundabout way I am bringing us back to Catherine Butshek who is running for Wylie City Council and yes, she pissed off some of the good old boys because she ran against their fair-headed angel John Mondy, but as you can see from the examples of their legacy above, they seem to be quite a dysfunctional lot possessing ownership rights on how Wylie became what it is today; a low-income housing community where property values continue to plummet (yes I call going from an average home value of $153K down to $141K in one year a plummet).  Where our police force is missing 16 brothers and sisters, and where our Rec Center loses money every year.  Wylie is a place where dysfunctional candidates call home and they support their dysfunctional brethren.  So you can see why they don’t like Catherine very much and why they are tossing their support behind someone who plays like them.

 In fact, they didn’t like Councilwoman Diane Culver very much either last year when she ran, because they don’t want people to come in that have ideas different than theirs.  Culver made it on Council, so now they really hate Butschek, thus Butschek is taking all of the good old boy ire. 

How does that affect the race?  In the Wylie voting world of 600-700 voters:

Good Old Boys = half of voters
Tea Partiers = half of voters
Winner is decided on by the independents, uneducated walking up to the polls, and the morons.  Sadly, nobody else votes because they are too busy trying to live and they have no idea any of the nonsense that I have written about here has ever taken place.  If they knew, they would vote.

How does this help Scott?  Since Nathan Scott still has no job, he has been up at the polls from morning until night working them, and golly my hat goes off to him for it.  I still personally think he is a piece of excrement because he did not address his past arrest for striking his wife or his past child support issues with me when I interviewed him back in February like a real man should have.  Had the man owned up to his past mistakes with big boy pants on and addressed it in a mature manner, proving he has grown from the experience of his past mistakes, I would have gladly overlooked that.  He did quite the opposite in fact.  He has refused to deal with it publicly, rather his wife wrote a Letter to the Editor taking full responsibility for his arrest in some sick blow by blow of why he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and was arrested for striking her.  This is not a mature man who takes responsibility for his actions and learns from them.  This is a juvenile delinquent who yells at his opponent at the Candidate Forum, yells at his opponent’s supporters, degrades his opponent outside the polls and changes his story about voting in the past and about his platform, as if he somehow miraculously supports a tax decrease now even though his interview with me, interview with the newspaper, and appearance at the forum did not addressed this as part of his platform. 

The question that remains in the Catherine vs. Nathan campaign is whether enough people decided to Google their names and find out who and what they were actually voting for before they pressed that electronic button.