[img]1670|left|Ms. Wendy Gruel||no_popup[/img]Barely a week before next Tuesday’s primary election for Los Angeles mayor, the Los Angeles Titanic has made the jolting discovery that Wink Wink Wendy Greuel just celebrated her fourth or fifth anniversary under the blankets with city employee unions.
“You take care of me, boys, and I promise you when I become mayor, I will cover all of your tushes,” Wink-Wink Wendy has been telling the DWP and cops unions.
Everyone in town knew of the arrangement except the Titanic.
Schoolchildren knew, and the Ray Charles Marching and Chowder Society has been telephoning the Titanic for days about the sprawling Wink Wink Wendy for Mayor billboards sprouting like Wendy Weeds all over town.
Whom did they think was underwriting the signage and the sunburst of Ah Am Your Liberal Friend commercials by left-wing Wendy on the Fox News Channel?
The Little Sisters of the Poor?
Or the city-linked yutzes whom she has been covering for from her flower-potted perch in the City Controller’s office?
The Titanic, sinking faster than its namesake, was as stunned to belatedly learn of Wink Wink Wendy’s wicker basket of dollar bills from greasy city labor unions as Joe Biden was by the climax of the “Lincoln” film.
James Has Been Warning Them
[img]1646|left|Mr. Kevin James||no_popup[/img]After months of blowing off Republican candidate Kevin James’s wall of accusations against Wink Wink Wendy – sorry, bub, you are from the enemy party – two groveling Titanic reporters, Seema Mehta and Dave Zahniser, pretended they just had discovered an atomic secret in yesterday’s edition.
Ignoring months of various charges of ethical violations brought by Mr. James but ignored by the newspaper because they only trust left-wingers, Ms. Mehta and Mr. Zahniser, feigning open-mouthed shock, announced for the benefit of the three Angelenos who didn’t know, that the DWP union and the cops union have docked their hapless members $2.2 million.
Months ago, they tucked the alleged payoff money into a florid thank-you card they mailed to Wink Wink Wendy to reward her for metaphorically sleeping with them when no other politician would bow to them the last four or five years.
What Happens?
The Titanic dispatches reporters to Mr. James’s occasional press conferences, but their notes must be dropped in a trash can on the way back to the office. Stories seldom materialize.
They sent two reporters to Mr. James’s Friday morning press conference on the apron of the gigantic DWP building on Hope Street where he charged that gruesome Ms. Greuel, in her role as City Controller, posted the salaries of all city workers except those from her special boys and underwriters at the DWP, said to be paid at a rate 40 percent higher than non-DWP shlubs.
Perhaps there wasn’t any lead in the pencils of the Titanic boy and girl who scribbled furiously in their little notebooks, or they pretended to do so. By golly, next day, nothing showed up in print.
“We have told you before, Mr. James, you are from the wrong party.”
Wink Wink Wendy is not the Titanic’s girl, either. The newspaper droolingly endorsed the other slickster in the race, City Councilman Eric Garcetti. He is an ethical magician whose next direct answer will be his first in the year-plus campaign.
