On Volusia: Angels & Assholes for April 8, 2017

I have thoroughly enjoyed the Daytona Beach News-Journal’s exposé, “Tarnished Jewel – Daytona’s Troubled Beachside.”

In my view, Eileen Zaffiro-Kean hit this one out of the park.

It’s not often that our newspaper of record puts it all out there – the good, the bad and the ugly – and allows us yokels an opportunity to see all the players, money trails and projects in one convenient location.

In my view, the series has been incredibly refreshing – and I hope our friends down on Sixth Street understand how valuable these in-depth investigative pieces are to bringing historical perspective and quality information to these important issues.

A smart friend of mine said he thought that the News-Journal read like a bad Barker’s View post this week – and noted that if the newspaper kept up this level of journalistic oversight, and continued to shine a spotlight on these issues and others facing Volusia County, perhaps things will change.

Then – just when I was feeling good about our friends at the News-Journal – on Friday the editorial page went all goo-goo over the dubious Hard Rock announcement, apparently without any real digging into the facts beyond what they were told by Summit Hospitality Group, their attorney and County Chairman Ed Kelley.

In my view, that’s dangerous – and wholly embarrassing if it later turns out all is not as it seems.

Sometimes we trust people – hoping against hope that they will follow the rules and perform as advertised.

It’s human nature, I suppose.

We also place a lot of faith in our elected and appointed officials, confident that they will serve in our best interests and set high standards – even assist people and businesses with the resources necessary to meet those standards – then provide monitoring and enforcement mechanisms to ensure that everyone continues to toe established lines.

We also have a right to expect that when they give us their word, they mean to keep it.

We trust that when hard deadlines and performance metrics are established by force of law, that our County Council will hold firm and enforce those ordinance provisions – including preserving beach driving behind the Desert Inn/Westin/Hard Rock – without going softheaded just because the developer du jour waves something shiny in front of their eyes.

That’s how we ensure that our collective investment is protected – and that our system of government retains the trust, respect and support of the people.

 Angels & Assholes

Hey, Kids!

It’s time once again for our new weekly feature where we turn a jaundiced eye toward the newsmakers of the day – the winners and losers – who in my view either contributed to our quality of life, or detracted from it, in a significant way during the week that was:

Angel              Eileen Zaffiro-Kean, Pat Rice and the Daytona Beach News-Journal

Wow.  The Daytona Beach News-Journal’s autopsy of the festering remains of the Main Street Redevelopment Area and public exposure of the ancillary blight, greed and mismanagement was a real eye-opener.

Kudo’s to everyone on the team who worked so diligently to bring such a thoughtful – and revelatory – story to the page.

In addition, on Thursday evening, the News-Journal hosted a town hall to discuss topical issues regarding Daytona’s festering beachside.  Over 230 people attended the event.

Complaint-driven Code Enforcement, hordes of homeless invading residential and vacant commercial space, the greed of slumlords and the chaos of Bike Week and other special events were all brought to the table.

Looks like our elected and appointed officials have a lot of work ahead.

Clearly, the people are fed-up – and they are not going to take it anymore.

Asshole           The City of Daytona Beach Redevelopment Department

With over three-decades and $120-million in public funds passed through the goose – with literally nothing to show for it but an increasingly down-at-the-heels Ocean Walk and a perpetually “For Sale” hotel – people feel angry, disillusioned and disenfranchised.

And they are beginning to ask the difficult questions.

Unfortunately, sparks of progress, like the Streamline Hotel renovation and WC Grand neighborhood, are far too few and scattered to make any substantive difference – and the “Buy High, Sell Low” strategies, the lack of oversight and monitoring of CRA grants, the inability to account for millions in public funds that were earmarked for revitalization efforts, and a host of other sickening missteps simply cannot continue.

It’s time to hold people accountable.

In my view, it appears that those in positions of great responsibility – ostensibly smart people who receive public funds to serve in the public interest – have breached their sacred fiduciary duty to the people they represent.

The result of that malfeasance is excruciatingly visible everywhere you look on Daytona’s beachside.

It’s time for the Daytona Beach City Commission to call for an outside, independent audit of the Main Street CRA and let the chips fall where they will.

Is it possible that over $16-million dollars can simply evaporate – or is there something more sinister at play?

The people deserve better.

Angel               The Marc Bernier Show – Sheriff’s Forum

Earlier this week, I had the opportunity to attend a most interesting forum hosted by WNDB’s Marc Bernier Show at the News-Journal Center.  The two-hour moderated discussion focused on Sheriff Mike Chitwood’s efforts to return constitutional sovereignty to the Volusia County Sheriff’s Office.

County manager Jim Dinneen did not attend.

In my view, this broadcast provided an excellent opportunity for Sheriff Chitwood to cut through the obstructionist mini-moves and bullshit proffered by County Manager Jim Dinneen, County Councilman “Sleepy” Pat Patterson, and others to expose the outright misinformation that has been supported by our elected officials.

It was also enlightening to hear the unique perspectives of Sheriff Rick Staley of Flagler County – a true Constitutional sheriff – and Sheriff Wayne Ivey of Brevard.

I’ll have more thoughts on Sheriff Chitwood’s fight to change the Volusia County charter and return autonomy to his important office next week.

Asshole           The Volusia County Council

In typical fashion, during this week’s Volusia County Council meeting, County Manager Jim Dinneen came forward with yet another surprise party when he announced that developers of the long-delayed Desert Inn project would be asking for an extension of the date of completion.

To sweeten the pie, he used that old line favored by the master con artist “Wait, I’ve got something even better!” 

Then we all learned that Westin was out – and Hard Rock was in (well, with a “letter of intent” anyway).

Naturally, without hearing the first shred of supporting evidence or statement of need for the extension – which would put Summit Hospitality Group nearly eight-months over the drop-dead completion date of May 7, 2017 – our hapless elected officials collectively rolled-over and pissed all over themselves in a virtual orgy of support and admiration.

It also didn’t help that Chairman Kelley was caught on an open microphone taking his marching orders from Jim Dinneen on just how the “grand reveal” would be orchestrated during the council meeting.

Poor form, really.

So is telegraphing to everyone how you plan to vote – especially within seconds of hearing the news. . .

In fact, Ed Kelley was so thunderstruck by the news that he spontaneously uttered his desire to have the County Attorney figure a way to add an open completion date to the amended ordinance, you know, so the developers don’t have to keep coming back and asking for additional extensions.

That gets embarrassing.

Whenever you’re asked why Volusia County government cannot be trusted – on anything – please pull this out of your pocket.

In Volusia, hard dates and deadlines mean nothing.

Performance guarantees mean nothing.

And most important – empty promises from our elected officials – you know, commitments to the people they represent – mean nothing.

It’s Despicable – and the worst example of bait-and-switch political chicanery in recent memory.

Quote of the Week:

“So I am on record.  I’m not changing.  I have the courage of my convictions.  Even if I’m the one vote.”

–County Councilwoman Deb Denys expressing her unequivocal commitment to never remove cars from the beach behind the Desert Inn during an April 2015 News-Journal political forum.  She now openly supports extending the developments completion date, and name change, while allowing the legislative provisions removing beach driving to stand.

I don’t make this shit up, folks!

Have a great weekend.

 

Best of Barker’s View – On Volusia: A Confederacy of Dunces

This piece was originally published on April 7, 2017, in the immediate aftermath of County Manager Jim Dinneen’s surprise announcement that Summit Hospitality Group would be requesting a franchise change for the languishing Desert Inn/Westin/Hard Rock project – to include an extension of the completion date to February 28, 2018.

If the performance standards set in the ordinance were not met by that date, we were assured that beach driving would not be removed from the strand behind the hotel.

It is increasingly clear that construction on the “Hard Rock” won’t be completed by the date specified in the ordinance.

Now, we will get a unique opportunity to see who’s interests our elected officials – and county attorney – really represent as the bait-and-switch games begin. 

How stupid do they think we are?

When it comes to the intrigues of the Volusia County Council, I’ve had my intelligence insulted more than once – so have you – but Thursday’s “breaking news” act by County Manager Jim Dinneen takes the cake.

Hell, it takes the whole damn bakery.

Just after the prayer and pledge, Sneaky Jimmy creeped his way onto the dais, leaned over Chairman Ed Kelley’s shoulder – speaking sotto voce – and gave Old Ed his marching orders for some whale shit-level political flimflam.

It’s amazing what a microphone picks up, eh?

Jimmy:             (Whispering) “Mr. Chair, I want to bring up the thing with Abbas.”

Ed:                   “Okay”

Jimmy:            “And then we start right after consent – before you get into the public   hearing.”

Ed:                   “Bring it in then?”

Jimmy:             “Yeah.  So it’ll be – right before we do public hearing – before you do number two (yeah).  If you’ll give it to me I’ll introduce him and tell about the letter we got on the Hard Rock – okay?”

Ed:                   “Okay”

What happened next was something straight out of a Theater of the Absurd – with you and I playing the starring role of the hapless dupes who are supposed to be overtly astonished by the grand revelations of the Boss Clown.

As directed by his handler, Chairman Kelley dutifully threw it to Little Jimmy right on Que.

With all the dramatic flair of a fart in church, Mr. Dinneen proceeded to tell us what we all knew in our heart-of-hearts was coming, sooner or later:

It appears that Mr. Abbas Abdulhussein, the owner of Summit Hospitality Group, who for over two-years now has been renovating that haunted house formerly known as the Desert Inn into what we were originally told would be a “4-Star” Westin hotel – a languishing project that looks like it’s being finished by two guys working on weekends – needs more time.

Among other things.

According to Little Jimmy, Mr. Adbulhussein is requesting an extension of the date of completion – and permission to change the franchise from Westin to – wait for it – Hard Rock.

The reason?

Something about Starwood Hotels being sold to Marriott Corporation, yada, yada, yada.

Hummmm.  What difference would that make?

Something tells me there’s more to that story than meets the eye. . .

Regardless – when the announcement was made, the room fell apart in over-the-top ebullience and unbridled joy.

The cheers, applause and faux excitement in the chamber added weight and drama to Little Jimmy’s “Grand Reveal.”

Just eight months after Canadian developer Henry Wolfond packed up his troubles in his old kit bag and publicly called us all a bunch of obstructionist assholes for not bending over for his elegant plan to bring a Hard Rock hotel and condominium to Daytona Beach – at the expense of having even more beach driving areas removed – it looks like we’re getting one anyway.

In 2015, the county council passed an ordinance which would remove traffic from 410 linear feet of the beach behind the Desert Inn, so long as certain extremely specific performance guarantees were met.

The developers agreed to complete the project, with the Westin name confirmed and all standards for opening met by May 7, 2017.

If Summit failed to meet this exacting deadline, we were promised by our elected officials that the deal would be off the table and there would be no curtailment of beach driving.  Period.

But since when did things like “date certain” or “standards of performance” mean a twiddling-shit in Volusia County?

Just one month before the drop-dead date of May 7th – Jim Dinneen once again throws one of his patented “Surprise Partys” – bringing an incredibly controversial issue before the council – completely outside the printed agenda – and cloaked as some “This just in – Breaking news!” bullshit to deflect attention from his true intentions.

It’s public policy by ambush, and Jim Dinneen is a past-master at it.

Then, the very people we have elected to represent our collective interests, immediately succumb to excited incontinence and piss all over themselves in mock surprise and jubilation – immediately voicing their complete and utter support for the developer’s request without hearing the first shred of testimony, analyzing a statement of need, or even receiving a basic explanation for the extension request.

Then, in some weird spontaneous utterance, that doddering fool Ed Kelley blurts out that he would prefer that the amended ordinance – authorizing every substantive change the developer asked for and more – should include an open-ended completion date, you know, in case we have a hurricane or other “Act of God.”

My ass.

(Trust me.  If God were in anyway involved in this farce, the Desert Inn would have been publicly razed during an ancient exorcism ritual and the earth beneath it incinerated to cleanse the horrific atrocities that ruined the lives of so many children within its cursed walls.)   

In similar fashion, the mean-spirited Councilwoman Deb Deny’s, and the unfortunate “Sleepy” Pat Patterson, quickly got in on the Desert Inn/Westin/Hard Rock orgy of adulation – fawning and cooing about how “fantastic” it all is – and ensuring us yokels, for the umpteenth time, how this panacea project will be the nostrum for all the ills and horrors of Daytona’s festering beachside.

Tragic.

In my view, this political bait-and-switch serves as a crystal example of why nothing – and I mean nothing – these shit-heels say can be trusted.

Ever.

In their world, the uber-rich power brokers pull the strings – and promises, hard deadlines and specific standards of performance mean nothing.

To our elected officials, these exacting requirements are no more than an arbitrary whim – empty words designed to calm the immediate fears and concerns of the villagers, knowing full-well that when the time is right, they will openly lie to us and simply pass “amended legislation” which will allow the developer du jour anything and everything he desires – including the removal of our heritage of beach driving.

In Volusia County, nothing is as it seems – and “standards” are meaningless.

Having read the Daytona Beach News-Journal’s exposé on the squalor that is Daytona’s beachside, I’ve come to the following conclusion:

The reason no one wants to throw good money after bad down this festering cesspool is that they have watched the skimming by special interests and influential insiders – and they have seen first-hand the abject corruption inherent to the process that has made Volusia County generally – and Daytona Beach specifically – look like a fucking Banana Republic.

The open chicanery and bald-ass lies we have been subjected to by these wobbling fools we elected represents the worst form of political cowardice and treachery.

Rather than hold firm to the promises they made to the people of Volusia County – or even have the common human decency to advertise this incredibly contentious issue and allow public input before aggressively supporting the change request – this Confederacy of Dunces sells us out at the first opportunity.

In perhaps the most egregious slap in the face to Volusia County residents since former Councilman Josh Wagner turned-tail and stabbed us in the collective back on the beach driving issue, that excruciatingly pompous ass, Councilwoman Deb Denys, was quick to make a motion placing Summit’s wants and whims on the very next council agenda for April 20, 2017.

This from the same Deb Denys who, at an April 2015 News-Journal political forum, stated unequivocally that she would never vote to have cars taken off the beach behind the Westin.

In the video, Denys bravely crowed, “So I am on record.  I’m not changing.  I have the courage of my convictions.  Even if I’m the one vote.”

Yep.  It’s amazing what a microphone picks up – and keeps for all eternity, eh Deb?

In my view, these scumbags have taken our faith in the best traditions of government and democracy and shit on them, repeatedly abandoning their sacred responsibilities to the people who elevated them to high office and power – pissing backwards on their promises and putting a dubious “letter of intent” from Hard Rock corporate over the true wants and needs of their long-suffering constituents.

Disgusting.

There is much more to this sordid story, folks – trust me – all is not as it seems.

Stay tuned.

Still need empirical evidence as to why not one incumbent on the Volusia County Council should be retained?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daytona: The Curse of the Fun Coast

Whenever my wife finishes reading the latest installment of Barker’s View, she looks up at me and says:

“Your name is shit in this town.”

And she’s right.

But the more I read of Eileen Zaffiro-Kean’s excellent exposé in the Daytona Beach News-Journal, “Tarnished Jewel – Daytona’s Troubled Beachside,” I realize that I’m in very distinguished company.

Yep.  I suspect there will be more than a few once proud and powerful people in the Halifax area whose family name will be mud for the next hundred years after this histoire tragique plays out in the paper.

The public unmasking of local greed, mismanagement, and ineptitude – you know, the dirty underbelly of things – can have that effect.

When pondering the myriad problems of Daytona’s dilapidated beachside, it is important to remember that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

And that, my friends, is the Curse of the Fun Coast.

For over 400-years, every pirate in the world has plundered and pillaged Florida – first at the business end of a cold steel Cutlass – and in modern times, at the sharp point of a speculative developers pen.

Trust me.  Daytona Beach has seen its share of greedy bandits, treacherous rogues and thieving scalawags.  Our boardrooms, government daises and bankruptcy courts are literally bunged with them.

I think a large part of the problem is our communal inability to remember the sins of the past or learn from history and avoid repeating the same terrible mistakes.

This weird form of convenient amnesia is most prevalent in our Ruling Class – the elected and appointed officials that we elevate to high public office, always with the naive expectation that they will protect our collective interests.

Then, We, The People, stand slack-jawed, watching in utter horror as our representatives ignore their lofty promises and grab for the same red-hot stove, over-and-over-and-over again.

Doing the same thing, time-and-again, hoping against hope for a different outcome.

Look, I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer – obviously – but this strategic forgetfulness tells me that perhaps the problem goes deeper than ineffectual politicians and ‘darn-the-luck’ justifications from overpaid redevelopment flunkies.

I just can’t shake the feeling that something more ominous is at play.

In late 2014, the News-Journal ran a piece on the destruction of a building at the northwest corner of North Atlantic Avenue and Oakridge Boulevard.

The newspaper reported that crews were demolishing the former corporate offices of the once exalted, now-defunct Bray & Gillespie, Inc. – which for a time did business as Ocean Waters Development – and owned and operated numerous beachfront hotels in the Halifax area.

Why?

To make room for the just completed parking garage for the new Daytona Beach Hotel & Condominium, a massive beachfront convention center now under construction by Protogroup (don’t call them Russians), Inc.

You could cut the irony with a knife.

In typical fashion, our powers-that-be are hailing yet another Knight in Shining Armor with a grand panacea project which they hope will be the nostrum that finally saves us bumpkins from ourselves.

For several years, Bray & Gillespie were the undisputed “Big Dogs” on the strip – flying high and exuding success like sweat from a fat tourist’s brow.

With holdings representing almost a mile of oceanfront, the company was perhaps the largest real estate development and management firm in the region.

Principals Chuck Bray and Joe Gillespie, former investment bankers who moved to the Halifax area from Atlanta in 1998, were, at the time, near the top of the uber-wealthy donor class that regularly injected vast sums of money into local political campaigns.

The company’s top echelon rubbed elbows with our local ‘movers and shakers’ and counted themselves among Volusia’s exclusive coterie of influential political insiders – the “rich and powerful” to quote the News-Journal’s fitting descriptor.

Many speculate that these contributions and connections resulted in liberal zoning designations and other economic incentives which often allowed Bray & Gillespie to ‘flip’ beachfront properties at huge profits without ever breaking ground.

Then, one dark morning in the fall of 2008, Bray & Gillespie filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection in U.S. District Court at Jacksonville.

The action involved numerous local properties and $415-million in debt.

It also signaled the death knell for a lot of local jobs.

Some speculated that Bray & Gillespie’s insolvency was the result of hurricane damage and expensive fights with insurance carriers, the foundering Florida real estate market, and other internal and external financial pressures.

Still others believed that unchecked hubris and open greed played a role as well.

In a prescient editorial on the news reports of the day, an anonymous contributor wrote:

“About time!  These people had taken too much advantage of the low morals and predisposition for corruption of Daytona Beach public officials. A great business strategy, but it hurt Daytona’s future. The raping of Daytona Beach by a handful of tycoons with the very willing help a group of corrupt officials has just gone on for too long.”

Hummmm.

Whether you put credence in the ravings of a nameless victim or not, given what we know now, it sure has an interesting ring to it, eh?

Add to that the curious case of California “businessman” and journeyman grifter, Bill Geary, who from the 1980’s invested in various Boardwalk properties, the Daytona Beach Pier and ultimately the Ocean Walk development.

In keeping with tradition, those who should have known better bought into Geary’s polished line of bullshit without performing the due diligence one expects from ostensibly bright redevelopment officials, or savvy investors.

Had Geary’s victims – and that includes you and I – bothered to look, they would have found all the tell-tale signs of an old timey confidence artist.

The late Daytona Beach businessman and long-time resident, Paul Politis, was quoted in a September 2014 News-Journal article, “There was a sales pitch from Geary, and locals bought into it without checking his financials and credibility,” said Politis.

“They just handed him the keys to the redevelopment area.”

Ultimately, Geary plead guilty to money laundering and conspiracy to commit mail fraud in connection with federal charges that he looted nearly $900,000 from an investors fund for Ocean Walk Shoppes, then used the money for his personal benefit, according to court records.

I think it’s important to remember this historical perspective when reading the News-Journal’s informative revelations on our troubled beachside.

Something tells me these aren’t the only examples of the ugly, behind-the-scenes machinations that continue to hamper progress on the beachside and elsewhere.

As I’ve said, this very dark story stinks like overripe Limburger.

But when is someone – anyone – with the authority to act going to do something about it?

In my view, it’s high time that those responsible for the gross negligence and mismanagement of these dubious and fruitless renewal efforts – including the incomprehensible ‘buy high, sell low’ strategies employed by both the city and county – be held personally accountable for violating their fiduciary responsibility to the public they serve.

And while we’re at it, perhaps we could give a second-effort at finding the $16.7 million that no one in a position of responsibility can adequately account for.  How bow dah?

I don’t know about you, but I am sick and tired of watching highly compensated “revitalization experts,” like Daytona Beach Redevelopment Director Reed Berger and others – people who accept public funds to serve in the public interest – tap dancing on the front page of the newspaper and giving cockamamie explanations for the inexplicable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daytona Beach: An Uncomfortable Truth

I normally begin these screeds with a droll story, or some plagiarized fable to illustrate a point.

It adds a bit of levity and helps the reader better digest the serious issues of the day.

But sometimes you find a topic – such as chronic homelessness, or the wholesale misuse of public funds – that are far too serious for cheeky anecdotes.

Like many of you, I am enjoying the Daytona Beach News-Journal’s illuminating series, “Tarnished Jewel – Daytona’s Troubled Beachside.”

In fact, I read Sunday’s initial installment several times.

I had to.

Try as I might, I simply couldn’t grasp the enormity and byzantine nature of the problem – it was like entering a huge maze, going around-and-around, but never finding the cheese.

Don’t get me wrong, Eileen Zaffiro-Kean has done honest work.

The quality of her research and impeccable writing style have brought depth and life to one of the tragic local stories of our time.  In fact, I can’t wait to read the remainder of what I am sure will be a very enlightening series on the wasteland that is Daytona beachside – our core “tourist area” and most important economic engine.

I don’t know about you, but just trying to follow the money was migraine-inducing.

What we know is that over the past three-decades, some $120-million in public funds (I say “some” because the exact amount is apparently in doubt) have been injected into various areas extending from Oak Ridge Boulevard south to East International Speedway Boulevard.

Primarily east of A-1-A.

With that as a rough starting point, Ms. Zaffiro-Kean takes us on a wild ride through the mean streets of the “Main Street Community Redevelopment Area” – a place that has come to epitomize the historical lack of vision, poor leadership and ineffective representation of a cavalcade of local elected and appointed officials.

It also showcases the greed of some prominent business and property owners who still believe throwing more tax dollars and incentives at developers is the answer to the problem – despite the lessons of the past.

Whenever public money is used to further private interests, regardless of the guise, that nexus invariably leads to abuse.

History teaches that when vast sums of money are placed in the hands of Halifax area politicians, a sizable portion will always find its way into the pockets of their cronies and political allies – and the rest will be used for huge “panacea projects” and even bigger debt.

In fact, the bigger the better.

When you have a lot of moving parts, money seems to fall through the cracks like sand through a sieve, and it becomes infinitely more difficult to follow.

In the case of the Main Street CRA, Daytona Beach officials are unable to adequately account for millions of dollars the city borrowed – and according to reports, the bulk of remaining CRA revenues will go to paying off bonds for 20-year old “improvements” related to the Ocean Walk/Hilton “e-zone” and other projects east of A-1-A.

Developments which have done absolutely nothing to improve long-suffering residential and commercial areas to the west.

Rather than learn from the mistakes of the past, city officials appear hell-bent on spending what little funds remain on a convoluted scheme to transform East ISB – taking out yet another multi-million-dollar bond for “property acquisition” (cough-cough, excuse me) and road construction, with the money eventually being reimbursed by the Florida Department of Transportation, yada, yada, yada.

Add the insanity of Daytona Beach officials purchasing residential and commercial properties in the CRA for hundreds of thousands over appraised value – then selling the lots for pennies on the dollar, or grossly mismanaging the assets – and you get the idea that there really is no one minding the switch.

Or is something more sinister at play?

For instance, late last year the city moved to purchase two beachside lots for the exorbitant price of $862,000.  I say “exorbitant” because the assessed value of the parcels was just $125,000.

It’s shit like that I don’t understand?

In my view, Linda Smiley – an extremely bright observer of local government and lifelong resident of the beachside – got it right when she said, “it’s a joke that never worked out.”

 “It sounds good in theory, but to me it’s a legal way for them to steal money and give it to their friends.  The $67.7 million in bond debt was a joke for what we got.  How about cleaning up the roads?”

That’s a bold statement – and an unfortunate truth.

But don’t hold your breath waiting for someone – anyone – to figure out where the money went, or why ostensibly smart people would willingly embarrass and expose themselves by massively overpaying for private real estate using public funds.

Let’s just say what everyone is thinking – something stinks here.  Bad.

As the News-Journal pointed out, When Glenn Ritchey became mayor a decade ago, one of his first acts was to call for an outside audit of CRA money. When the probe concluded about a year or two later, no scandal emerged. The auditors did point out concerns with some police costs billed to the CRA and the purchase of oceanfront land for more than fair market value. The city was given a tip sheet on how to spend CRA money along with a list of things to correct.”

Nothing to see here, folks.  Move along. . .  We gave them a tip sheet.  Everything’s cool.

In my view, using CRA funds for dedicated police and code enforcement initiatives designed to take back crime-ridden areas is one of the few things the Main Street CRA did right.

With 35-years and $120-million dollars over the transom, it appears our “movers-and-shakers” (who are still wholly controlled by the Old Guard) are simply turning their backs to the east and are now looking west – developing thousands of new homes, investing in up-scale shopping areas, and building associated amenities – while seemingly ignoring the devastation (and potential) of the beachside.

Sometimes it’s easier just to start over from pine scrub, I guess.

What they forget is that our identity – our draw – will always remain “The World’s Most Famous Beach,” and we ignore that reality at our collective peril.

I guess it’s why I get so pissed-off and demoralized whenever I listen to our Chamber of Commerce and “Economic Development” types crow ad nauseum about their highfalutin accomplishments.

It’s all bullshit.  Smoke and mirrors designed to deflect attention from the rotting core of our most important economic engine.

And while Ms. Zaffiro-Kean has done her level best to avoid openly embarrassing the guilty, trust me, there is plenty of blame to go around.

Whenever I criticize former Daytona Beach Mayor Glenn Richey for being as equally ineffective as his predecessors in bringing substantive change to the beachside, I receive angry notes from his supporters telling me what a great guy Glenn is – and how my harsh assessment is unfair, mean-spirited, etc., etc.

Look, I’m sure Mr. Richey is a nice guy – they all are.  And don’t get me wrong, Mayor Richey is not solely to blame – not by a long-shot.

In my view, the list is long and distinguished.

But with the beachside literally crumbling under unrestrained blight, the plague of homelessness and abject dilapidation, the august “Richey Plaza” – an unfortunate self-congratulatory shrine pushed to reality by our out-of-touch local royalty – will, in my view, forever serve as a fitting monument to the lack of strategic vision, mismanagement, and abandonment which remains so visibly, and economically, evident to residents and visitors alike.

How embarrassing.  How utterly tragic.

On Volusia: Angels and Assholes

March 2017 was quite a month here at Barker’s View HQ!

Thanks to you, for the first time since I began this little experiment in providing an alternative opinion to the canned government press releases, skewed news reports, and the backroom pranks of our local ‘movers and shakers,’ our blog closed the month with nearly 10,000 views.

Wow!  Thank you!

Earlier this week, I was contacted by a few folks, one of whom is a prominent elected official, who encouraged me to continue “keeping them honest.”  I also heard from a former local politico, who called Barker’s View an “important local voice” – an outlet that has apparently become a regular read for elected and appointed officials in Volusia County.

Now, I don’t know about all that – but it sure swelled my aching old head.

I explained that if our elected and appointed officials simply kept themselves honest, I could go back to drinking Cajun martinis all afternoon, practicing my cigarette smoking habit, and napping for a living.

At its core, this forum remains the wacky opinions and rants of a pudgy nobody hunched over a computer in his boxer shorts, railing against the machine and venting about the news and newsmakers of the day.

If someone finds a kernel of insight – or a differing view point that causes them to think – I believe that’s a positive thing.

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Barker’s View is adding a new feature – I call it “Angels and Assholes of the Week” – a rip-off of those “winners & losers” columns, featuring snippets on how those in positions of great power and influence either contributed, or detracted, to our lives and livelihoods here on the Fun Coast during the week that was.

Why that title, Barker?

Well, because the “Angels and Assholes” thing kind of rhymes – and because I wasn’t bright enough to come up with anything clever on my own.

Here’s our first installment:

Asshole:          The Volusia County Council

At the March 16th meeting of the Volusia County Council, some members took freshman Councilwoman Heather Post to the proverbial woodshed and publicly spanked her like a recalcitrant child for daring to step out of the traditional obstructionist role of a county official and express her support for efforts to find a compassionate solution to the homeless problem.

For her trouble, Council Chair Ed Kelley bashed Ms. Post for violating some weird “Unwritten Protocol” – something he pulled out of his ass – while Deb Denys, the hapless Billie Wheeler, and “Sleepy” Pat Patterson took their own cheap shots from the Peanut Gallery.

Frankly, the county council should be ashamed of their chronic unwillingness to support the valiant efforts of the City of Daytona Beach and others who are working hard to find solutions to our most pressing social, economic and humanitarian problem of homelessness.

Let’s hope our elected and appointed officials in Deland find a way to work cooperatively and provide much-needed funding and support for the proposed shelter.

Asshole:          Councilwoman Heather Post

In my view, Ms. Post showed her true willingness to serve in the public interest when she unhesitatingly expressed her support and enthusiasm for ongoing efforts to find a solution to the homeless issue.

In fact – depending upon who you talk to – she was appointed to serve on the First Step Shelter, Inc. board, outside her position on the county council.

Unfortunately, Ms. Post lacked the courage of her convictions.

When called on the carpet by her cowardly colleagues, Ms. Post began this weird tap dance, clumsily swaying between the truth and a lie, and at one point actually denying that she had been appointed to the First Step board at all.

The result was watching a newly elected official completely unravel in public view.

Had Ms. Post simply stood-up for what she felt was right, she would have brought much-needed attention to Volusia County’s persistent obstructionism on this important issue – a courageous stance that would have made her a hero in the eyes of her constituents.

Instead, the rest of her term will be compromised by her abject quibbling, deflection of responsibility, and cringe-worthy lack of ethical courage when pressured by a cabal of political cowards.

Angel:             Daytona Beach City Commissioner Aaron Delgado

A tip ‘o the hat to Commissioner Delgado, who stood tall in an arena of ethical and mental midgets when he so eloquently expressed exactly what many have wanted to hear for years.

Mr. Delgado was quoted in the Daytona Beach News-Journal commenting on the brouhaha over Heather Post’s pillorying by her fellow county council members for her involvement – or non-involvement – in the homeless efforts:

“The last thing I want to do is see political maneuvering endangering what is really a great project.”

 “This is the kind of thing I feared would happen: people will make a stand on something silly like this instead of seeing the project through.  We need to leave our personalities and egos out of this and just get the job done.”

 In my view, Commissioner Delgado is a refreshing example of a forward-thinking first-year politician who is turning the status quo of stall tactics and time-wasting on its ear.

Unlike most local elected officials, Delgado apparently has no concern for his political future, or an obvious desire to hopscotch through the chairs to higher office.

He is committed to the simple prospect of building a better community and enhancing the quality of life for his constituents in Daytona Beach.

In my view, Aaron Delgado is a man working collegially with other leaders in the Halifax area –  without ego or need for personal recognition – to find compassionate and sustainable solutions to a problem that has dominated our local landscape, hampered true economic development and contributed to the appearance of blight and dilapidation in Volusia County for years.

Quote of the Week:

“A nice (for our lawns) thunder and lightning with rain this morning. Now watch all the grass green up from the NITROGEN created by the lightning.  And some wonder why there is nitrogen in our rivers.”

–Volusia County Council Chairman Ed Kelley, March 23rd, on Facebook

I don’t make this shit up, folks!

Have a great weekend – and thanks again for your support of Barker’s View.