Saturday, March 12, 2022

The Whorehouse That is Medford, and Its Embarrassing Madame, the Blecch Knight~ or How Michael J. McGlynn Screwed up Magnificently

 Michael J. McGlynn might have money, but his royal mess-up would have been front page news if he had been anything more than a failed small-city autocrat.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, but daddy's boy Mini-Me Mike never had the craftiness of his father, the arrogance of brother Jack and the nefarious don't-give-a-damn of scurrilous cousin John Granara.

Mike McGlynn has the ear of Combined Properties and Gilbane, but what he lusted for most, to be "mayor for life," was denied him, and according to ex councilor Michael Marks and current council loser Adam Knight, this blog is to blame!  HA!

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Madame Knight to Mike Marks: "Fucking Joe Vig's blog got rid of the mayor."

Marks: "Yes, and now he's coming after you."


Truer words were never spoken as we get to work on the Amicus Curiae with a dozen days left for Knight's little crime spree to come to a conclusion, unless we can bring the court to its senses.  Look, I'm doing my due diligence as I was over at the courthouse end of the day Friday, March 11, 2022. We are in this fight to the end, putting the police, the Sec of State's office and the courts on high alert about Knight being a menace to society, and, allegedly, to his own family.


Which brings us back to that walking disgrace Michael J. McGlynn.

THE IDES OF STARCH

The Ides of March (/dz/LatinIdus MartiaeLate LatinIdus Martii)[1] is the 74th day in the Roman calendar, corresponding to 15 March. It was marked by several religious observances and was notable for the Romans as a deadline for settling debts.[2] In 44 BC, it became notorious as the date of the assassination of Julius Caesar which made the Ides of March a turning point in Roman history.

On one hand, McGlynn's plan was depraved and brilliant.

Surround himself with ultra-stupid sycophants that would not be a threat to his throne.   Fat-ass jackass George Scarpelli - so negligent a rape or rapes happened on his watch in Otis, Mass. Read the court papers, doesn't Scarpelli look at the kids and say:  "We're so fucked," indeed as, according to the lawsuit, ignorant Scarpelli had his head in his hands realizing how screwed he was at the time.


Then there's mumbling, stumbling Richard F. Caraviello.

These are not intelligent individuals, yet McGlynn found it prudent to surround himself with the unintelligible...Madame Knight case in point.

Et tu, Paul Camuso?   HA HA HA HA HA....Paul's malevolence is challenged only by his Uncle Bob's classic underhanded moves. 

Uncle Bob has a brain, as corrupt as his nephew's is feeble, and McGlynn was able to strike a deal with Maiocco as some kind of in the closet lieutenant.

Add unethical serial oath-violator, Mark E. Rumley, and you have the team from hell.

When Jimmy DiPaola was either murdered or took one for the team, McGlynn breathed a sigh of relief.   A dozen years later DiPaola was a victim of his own excess, and he found out right quick not to trust the McGlynn family, as he deteriorates in his gravesite all these years later.


McGlynn lost the power.  He whored Medford out for his own selfishness and self-serving reasons.   He's a nobody to the new generation of reprobates.  To Our (loony) Revolution: Medford, it's "McGlynn Who?"


Indeed. 


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