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Well today’s top story involves Hoboken.

Courtesy of the New York Times: In Hoboken, for example, prosecutors charge in their complaint, Mr. Cammarano eagerly agreed in a meeting at a diner (The Malibu) earlier this year to help the fake developer with his projects in exchange for cash.

Prosecutors said that when the man asked for assurances that his requests would be expedited by the Hoboken City Council, Mr. Cammarano replied, “I promise you,” adding, “You’re going to be, you’re going to be treated like a friend.”

The fake developer responded that he would give a middleman $5,000 in cash for Mr. Cammarano and another $5,000 after his election as mayor.

“O.K.,” Mr. Cammarano replied, according to the complaint. “Beautiful.”

And Mr. Cammarano expressed confidence that he would be elected no matter what, according to the complaint. “Right now, the Italians, the Hispanics, the seniors are locked down,” he is quoted as saying. “Nothing can change that now.”

“I could be, uh, indicted,” he continued, “and I’m still going to win 85 to 95 percent of those populations.”

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Mayor Peter Cammarano

Yeah Peter, whatever you say. You were sworn into office just last month, and now you’ve done a perp walk for the FBI. And it was reported earlier on the TV news that Cammarano received $25,000. $15,000 more than the mayor of Secaucus.

I didn’t vote for him and I certainly didn’t like him. The deals were done when Cammarano was a Councilman at Large, and he became Mayor in a very tight race. Cammarano represented the machine, Dawn Zimmer was the ‘outsider’.

I of course voted for the outsider. One or two friends who were born and raised in Hoboken stuck to Cammarano in the election, fearing that family members long entrenched in city government jobs would be laid off. Of course it was just a rumor, but perhaps effective in Cammarano’s win.

Other than that, I did go to Weehawken last night. Took the Light Rail and found no easy access to the show. The Revelations played a bit by themselves, sometimes sounding like Booker T & the MG’s and other times sounding like an anonymous quiet storm combo.

Kenny Lattimore who sang Let’s Straighten It Out in the 1970’s played with them and that’s when I lost interest. Well I was losing interest before Kenny Lattimore joined them, but I did find myself sitting there saying to myself, ‘Why bother?’

The download I got for free from either Popdose or JockoHomo was good. Not great. Well the instrumental was good. But they didn’t get to it when I was there, which hastened my departure.

I sat there and found that Weehawken people are definitely a different sort from their Hoboken neighbors. More subdued than Hoboken. I guess I was subdued when I lived in Weehawken for 11 years. It was my subdued period.

I walked back to Hoboken in an extroverted & exaggerated manner. Sort of like Robert Crumb’s Keep on Truckin’ poster.

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I went to work today and actually collected some animal husbandry magazines. And it looks like I just might be collecting some more bowling pins when Vivek is busy. His wife is having a baby and he anticipates being out of the office, plus he’s starting his new gig in August.

So I guess I will be in but I just don’t know where I’ll be sitting.

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Well it’s a Wednesday and it’s been a stressful Wednesday at that.

Not much fun today. Last night was no great shakes. I did watch True Blood and that was excellent. One or two sight gags that made me wonder what the acronym on the baseball hats meant.

With regards to work, I’m glad it’s behind me and tonight is a family visit which is fraught with nerves as well. No one seems to communicate and I fear that my family is at risk of turning into my father’s family.

A bunch of grudge holders that didn’t communicate that often. My ex-boss Robert used to say Communicate early and often. I used to make fun of Robert for that but since then I found his adage to be true.

If you communicate most problems can be solved or avoided. If you don’t communicate it all turns to shit.

I feel bad for my sister who has a stressful enough life, what with her husband having a bum ticker and is in pain quite often and a teenage son who behaves very much like a teenager, meaning he has an awesome capacity for being a pain in the ass.

Not that he’s a pain in the ass to me, but rather how a teenager behaves with his mother. We’ve all been there with one parent or another or even both parents.

But like when I wrote about my brother Brian’s travails, it’s not my story and it’s certainly not my place to write about it here. My role, it seems is to be a pillar of support for Annemarie and I hope I can be that.

On top of that, there is the stress of my unemployment and the stress of having to justify the collection of Susquehanna Investment Groups.

I was upset when I left the office this afternoon. Even though I strolled across midtown to the bus terminal, enjoying a cigar and listening to a collection of Simple Minds songs I couldn’t shake the chip on my shoulder.

On my way there was a guy, handsomely dressed and obviously ogling a woman talking on her cellphone. I noticed it and wound up staring at him like he was a piece of meat which made him feel greatly uncomfortable.

Whether or not he was able to figure out what was being done to him was what he was doing to that woman, I don’t know. But being handsomely dressed helped make it easier to stare directly at his crotch.

And then as I was waiting on line inside the gate with the other drones, one wanker carrying a big bouquet of flowers for perhaps his loved one, he bypasses the line and stands outside the gate just so he could be the first on the bus.

I could only hope the fragrance of the flowers were replaced by the fumes of diesel exhaust from the buses. He also received a hard look but it was nothing overt.

Then as the bus travels down Washington Street, the bus driver gets into a yelling match with some idiot who was double parked and refused to move his car.

Could it be the metropolitan area is under a cloud of stupidity, so much so that even I couldn’t help but take a big gulp of it?