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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Why Is Patrick Dowd Running?

A question frequently asked from nearly every spot along the local political spectrum: Why is Patrick Dowd running for mayor?

Council member Dowd is relatively new to the political scene and consequently lacks the type of name recognition, fundraising base and record that would constitute the foundation of a solid run at a well-known, well-funded incumbent. The boy mayor has plenty of faults -- little experience (in any respect), mediocre education, no apparent intellectual curiosity, nothing above-average in any respect, serious ethical blind spots, poor staff, a series of publicized mistakes -- but none is likely to trouble the greatly diluted pool that constitutes today's City of Pittsburgh electorate. (To the contrary, Mr. Ravenstahl's lack of a high-falutin' education, his ethical haziness and that striking deer-in-the-headlights response to complexity probably endear the incumbent to plenty of today's city voters.)

Dr. Dowd, with early interpersonal missteps on council, alienated several natural allies -- Bill Peduto and certain unions most prominent among them -- that might have helped him build a substantial challenge. Few who are not cogs of the machines -- the traditional city Democratic committee machine and the feed-at-the-Ravenstahl-trough machine -- have worked for Mr. Ravenstahl, but coolness among those expected to lean toward a progressive, smart challenger has been enough to deny Dr. Dowd necessary traction.

Against that background, the question is reasonable: Why is Patrick Dowd running?

I suspect the answer has several parts:

Dr. Dowd probably believed, at the outset, that Mr. Ravenstahl was a relatively soft target. Dr. Dowd's experience-based faith in door-to-door campaigning, his awareness of Mr. Ravenstahl's obvious weakness, his expectation that anti-Ravenstahl forces would coalesce around him . . . these factors likely generated optimism. It seems likely, however, that the realities of fundraising, the campaign grind, some expected support that never emerged and even cancelled debates have caused Dr. Dowd to sense that his original optimism was overstated. Perhaps he believes he has traveled too far to quit, or perhaps other factors incline him to continue.

Dr. Dowd might be acting on a perception that Pittsburgh, a failing city, can't afford a full term of Mr. Ravenstahl's performance as mayor. Just as physicians will try longshot measures to save a near-death patient, Dr. Dowd might have been railing against the odds to try to rescue a Pittsburgh in distress. This wouldn't be enough to cause a sensible person to undertake a campaign, but it might have tipped a wavering scale.

A more influential point might be the cultivation of name recognition. Pittsburgh lacks big-name politicians, to the point at which the entitlement to plaster a name on wastecans, gasoline pumps and dog license paperwork currently is a major issue. The deaths of Tom Murphy (figurative) and Bob O'Connor (literal) created a void yet to be filled; the city's elected officials are unknowns and lightweights, puppets manipulated easily and profitably by those who contract with and/or need approvals from government. Dr. Dowd might perceive an opportunity to accelerate his trajectory from promising newcomer to prominent figure in a wide-open political arena.

Or, Dr. Dowd -- whose academic field was history, I believe -- might be positioning himself to apply the obvious lessons of Pittsburgh's politics. How did the likes of Sophie Masloff, Dick Caligiuri, and Luke Ravenstahl ascend? Brilliant insight? Compelling leadership? Remarkable accomplishments? (If you aren't laughing by now, I gather you wagered a few bucks that the Pirates would win the Series this season.) Instead, each was in the right place when someone ahead stumbled, died or otherwise left office.

In a broad sense, Patrick Dowd might be running for council president by running for mayor. Or Dr. Dowd might have placed a relatively inexpensive bet that Mayor Ravenstahl would falter -- succumb to a scandal, or be indicted -- and positioned himself to be the beneficiary. Cliff Levine's apparent indecisiveness has enabled Mary Beth Buchanan to remain in the United States Attorney's office for longer than one reasonably could have expected. Curiously, Mrs. Buchanan's extended stay might be operating as a shield for Mr. Ravenstahl, because Mrs. Buchanan's misguided and one-sided performance appears to have made her a prosecutorial eunuch, at least with respect to prosecuting Democrats. Arrival of a Democratic U.S. Attorney could be bad news for the Ravenstahl adminstration. Mr. Ravenstahl also has experienced a lull in the scandal department -- of course, his original pace was unsustainable for any human not named Blogojevich.

No one, including Dr. Dowd, could have expected to enter April with Mary Beth Buchanan still in office and Mr. Ravenstahl enjoying such a substantial breather from scandal. Dr. Dowd also probably did not expect Mr. Peduto, the unions and other expected allies to maintain their distance throughout the campaign. Dr. Dowd likely has been surprised by the difficulties associated with raising money, assembling a campaign structure and landing shots against an incumbent in a largely comatose town. In a sense, nearly everything that could have gone against Dr. Dowd has -- yet it nonetheless might have been smart to have conducted the campaign, because of the likelihood that he will raise his profile, benefit from the experience of the campaign's grind, and position himself as prospective heir should the mayor be disabled, sooner or later, by career-killing scandal or indictment.

If there is a better explanation for Patrick Dowd's run, I would welcome enlightenment.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Infindorsement: InsolvenCity Council District 7

InsolvenCity Council District 7's theme has been improbability -- sometimes mercurial -- for several years.

A blue-collar slice of the city along the Allegheny River from Highland Park to Lawrenceville, in which nothing larger than a lemonade stand has been built without public subsidy since the United States last won a war, the district threw a wrench into the Democratic machine by electing Patrick Dowd to council in 2007.

Dowd overcame several severe political obstacles -- a strong education, an accomplished professional career, familiarity with standard English -- in defeating legacy hack and endorsed Democrat Len Bodack with a strenuous campaign. Geographically, Dowd used votes in Highland Park and Bloomfield to overcome Bodack's strength in Lawrenceville.

Dowd joined council as a natural ally of an emerging independent and progressive group of councilors, then promptly alienated his ideologically compatible colleagues (even when appearing to operate from the same policy page) and entered an isolation chamber. Soon after joining council, he succeeded his most estranged colleague, Bill Peduto, as challenger to Luke Ravenstahl for mayor.

After bitterly criticizing Ravenstahl and losing, Dowd became the improbable and unwise fulcrum in an awkward and failed effort to deny Peduto the council presidency and deliver that plum to Ravenstahl. The beneficiary of such intrigue was council president Darlene Harris, whom Dowd defeated in his original campaign for school board.

(This sequence was no easier to follow as it unfolded.)

Dowd then became a component of the coalition that thwarted the Not-So-Great InsolvenCity Parking Garage Sale (although, after joining the coalition, Dowd engaged in a final dalliance with the List-Makers before finally voting against the proposed transaction).

Dowd appears to be trying to reconnect with his natural cohorts, but fractures persist despite general congruence on policy. Some of the friction, curiously, has been most pronounced during episodes of seeming agreement, such as the Lamar and Pacific billboard disputes.

Neither Dowd's dust-ups with the Pedutos and Krauses nor his bizarre cooperation with the mayor has lessened the Ravenstahl camp's fundamental dislike of Dowd, which establishes the context for Dowd's re-election campaign.

The Ravenstahl camp positioned Lauren Byrne (right), offspring of a minor but effective political family, in a community development position from which she could dispense minor goodies and make the contacts suitable for a council candidacy. The mayor's agents openly and confidently predicted Byrne's victory (let alone candidacy) against Dowd. Consequent to a blind spot, however, the Ravenstahlers misjudged one element of Byrne's character: its existence. Byrne passed on the race, reportedly because she preferred to avoid perception as a puppet.

This leaves the mayoral camp with a late minor-league call-up, Tony Ceoffe Jr., to pitch at Dowd. Ceoffe Jr. yet another twenty-something with heavy connections but light qualifications, is son of a district justice who, as a community leader, had befriended and benefitted unsavory developers and property owners. If Ceoffe Jr. has an education, he is too modest to disclose it on his website (which nevertheless revealed more than Ceoffe Jr. intended). He has manned a low-level state government desk for a few years, and is one of the ward chairs who makes the City Democratic Committee a formidable force for mediocrity.

Another candidate, carpenter and artist David Calfo, seems well-meaning but irrelevant.

Dowd squandered much of his prospects and opportunity during his first term as a member of council, but his record and especially his remaining reservoir of promise constitute ample reason for his constituents to re-elect him. With hope Dowd's interpersonal and tactical problems on council are (like his doctorate and the classes he taught at the Ellis School) history, the Infindorsement goes to Dr. Patrick Dowd.

Infinonytune: Teacher Teacher, Rockpile

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The Listed: Scenes From A Secluded Marshall-Shadeland Diner, Beneath The Underpass


City of Pittsburgh surveillance transcript, April 24, 2010, 9:44 a.m. NOT FOR DISTRIBUTION outside Office Of The Mayor (except friends with benefits).

Bill Peduto, Patrick Dowd (simultaneously): What're you doing here?
Peduto: Joe Sestak is supposed to be here. Message said Don's Diner, Eckert Avenue, 10 a.m.
Dowd: I was told grand opening of a new Tazza d'Oro. But this doesn't look like a . . .
Kevin Acklin: Hey, guys! So this is where we have Democratic strategy meetings, huh? Cool! You know, the Republicans always meet at the Duquesne Club. Macaroons, clean tables. Maybe we could think about . . .
Peduto: This isn't what you think it is, Kevin.
Patrick Ford: Good morning, gentlemen!
Dowd: Pat . . . Pat Ford? Is that you?
Peduto: Yeah, Pat, didn't recognize you with that . . . is that hair?
Ford (rubs head): Oh, this? Just a head start on the witness protection program. You know, funny story, I could overhear from the next room when the agents were talking about "plugging" me, and I actually started to think maybe there was something to all that talk you'd hear about how the guys running the city and county were connected . . . Speaking of which, sure glad to see you guys. I was getting worried here for a second. I mean, this dump, under the underpasses, middle of nowhere . . . you guys know this is Ravenstahl turf, right?
Acklin: The Adam sign on the door was a clue.
Ford: Anyway, Patrick, kind of ironic to see you in the witness protection program.
Dowd: What? Me? No, no. No protection program. We've all been . . .
Rich Lord: Holy Golden Quills! You all ready to go off the record with me? I shoulda brought more pads.
Peduto: It's not what you think, Rich.
Bram Reichbaum: Hey, everybody!
Lord: What's he doing here? I only do exclusives.
Reichbaum: Relax, Rich, I'm retired. Just here to pick up my Bloggy award and . . . my God, is that . . . is that Pat Ford?
Peduto: There is no award, Bram. We have all been lured here for some reason. And, yeah, that's Pat. (winces) Hair plugs.
Ford: They're not finished.
Dowd: OK, the hell with plugs already! What is going on here?
Michael Lamb (turning in doorway): Whoa. I must have the wrong . . .
Peduto: No, Michael, I think you're at the right place. Don's Diner, underpass on Eckert, 10 a.m.
Lamb: Yeah, but I was told . . .
Peduto: We were all told something, Michael, something that would get us here. We just don't know why.
Reichbaum: Well, if you want to know what I think . . .
Tom Murphy: Sorry I'm late, guys! Wow, small room. OK, where should I set up?
Dowd: Huh?
Murphy: For my presentation, "Urban Renewal: Memoirs of the Master."
Lord: OK, now this is getting freakazoidal.
Reichbaum: If I didn't know better, I'd say we're . . .
Virginia Montanez, to Jane Orie: Told ya! Told ya!
Acklin: Told her what?
Montanez: I told her, well, I was sitting in my car out there, like, watching who was coming in here, for like a half-hour. No way I was coming in here with this crew, for all I know Big Ben would be in the bathroom with his bajingo-banger all dangling and stuff. But then I saw another gal pull up, so I was telling her who was already in here. She didn't believe me.
Orie: Yes, I must say I find it somewhat difficult to believe that all of you are here to spill the beans on those no good, double-dealing, side-winding . . .
Montanez (whisper): Shorter version, guys: the Zappalas.
Orie: . . . back-stabbling, yellow-bellied, scum-sucking . . .
Reichbaum: That's what I been trying to tell you, guys. Why we're here. I think it's the . . .
Orie (shrieking): Zappalas!!!
Reichbaum: She's right. Scary -- in a kinda-hot, you-just-know-she's-a-superfreak way -- but Jane is absolutely right. It's the Zappalas.
Orie: It's always the Zappalas!
Dowd: I think I'm starting to understand.
Peduto: Better late than never.
Montanez: So . . . this isn't the Zima customer appreciation party, hosted by Daniel Sepulveda?
Peduto: Pat, you were on the inside. This what we think it is?
Ford: Yeah, it was obvious at least 10 minutes ago.
Peduto: Why didn't you say something?
Ford: Well, the FBI guys have been pretty clear, I'm really not supposed to say much of anything until the new U.S. attorney . . .
Acklin (agitated): What the heck is going on?
Dowd: It's The List, Kevin.
Acklin: The what?
Peduto: The List.
Lamb: The what?
Ford: The List-Makers' List. You know, the List-Makers. The Zappalas. Verbanac, Lieberman, Grattan. Luke, Dan. The List. We're all on it. Don't you guys read Infinonymous?
All: No! Of course not! . . . (mumbling) well . . . maybe one time by accident . . . not really . . . maybe sometimes . . . not from my government computer . . . OK, couple o' times a day. Happy now?
Dowd (checking sheet from pocket): We are all on The List, every damn one of us.
Peduto (pointing to Lamb): It's his fault.
Lamb: What?
Peduto: If you hadn't started that crap with Verbanac and the Southwest Pennsylvania Commission -- which, for your information, I was already all over, thank you very much, plus in the scheme of things it was peanuts -- anyway, if you hadn't started mouthing off about Verbanac's vig, Charlie Zappala wouldn't have botched that e-mail, and The List wouldn't have gone public.
Ford: You mean, you guys didn't know about The List? You gotta be kidding. How the hell'd you think we made decisions?
Lamb: My fault? You're crazy, you socialist egghead. (Pointing to Orie) She's the one who got them all riled up, accusing Greg and the old man -- in public, for Chrissakes, by name -- holding hearings, threatening investigations . . .
Orie: Me? You don't know squat, beancounter. The Zappalas chew through an entire Orie family quicker than you can put a 14-year-old in a cell and collect 300 bucks. (Pointing to Lord) It's Mr. Special Assignment here has them rattled.
Lord: You guys know about the special assignment?
Dowd: Oh, please, Rich. You were taken off your regular beat the day Luke lost it all the way down to his skivvies at that press conference. Your editors told you to get to the bottom of who was pulling strings, who's skimming, where the bodies are buried, everything. Told you to take as much time as you need.
Lord: How the hell do you know that?
Dowd: You think the editorial board doesn't tell those guys everything the city desk is up to? Hell, Verbanac and Onorato knew what was happening before Smydo did.
Lord: No, Patrick, I mean, how do you know?
Dowd (sheepishly): Oh, well, I guess there was a little while there, leading up to the council president election, when the mayor and I may have, uh . . .
Montanez: Ewwww. I forgot about that.
Peduto: I haven't.
Acklin: So, Pat . . . why'd they bring us here?
Peduto: Yeah, you don't think they're gonna . . .
Dowd: Maybe I could talk with them, work out a deal.
Peduto: I mean, really, Pat, you don't think they would actually . . .
Ford: Kill us? No way. Not today, anyway.
Murphy: Why not?
Ford: Much as they hate us, they need to know what people know. They whack us now, maybe they don't find out who knows what about The List. That's a risk they can't take . . . (looks at Orie) much as they might enjoy taking some people out behind a casino somewhere with a handful of plastic cuffs, a gavel and an acetylene torch.
Acklin: Wow, I had no idea what I was getting into here. With Republicans, it's just petty, personal crap, you know, like silly catfights between the Orie sisters and Missy . . .
Orie: That bitch!!!
Acklin: . . . Hart.
Lamb: If they aren't gonna make a move, why are we here?
Ford: It's a message, friend. A warning.
Dowd: What should we do?
Peduto: I don't think we do anything . . . yet.
Ford: Bill's right.
Dowd: I strongly doubt that.
Ford: No, he is right. We wait. There's strength in numbers, and I have a hunch our little group will get bigger, resuming on Monday. I say we bide our time. Plus, maybe my FBI handlers will suggest something.
Murphy: I really don't think I have much to worry about. I'm no threat to anyone anymore.
Montanez: Me either. I'm just Pitt Girl. It's all in fun. Pigeon poopy stuff.
Ford: Nope. You made The List. Don't kid yourselves. This is business now.
Lord: I gotta tell my editors.
Ford: You will tell them nothing! You hear me? That editorial board of yours is a direct conduit to The List-Makers. All we have now is each other, pal. You better get that straight.
Montanez: You think any cute guys will be on the rest of this List thingy? What about David Conrad?
Ford: Let's focus. Reichbloom, you've irritated most of us one time or another. You can start to make amends by handling communications. We'll want to meet again in a week or two, after more names have been . . . what's that word?
Dowd: Enrolled?
Ford: Yeah, professor, enrolled.
Dowd: Or perhaps inscribed . . .
Ford: English class dismissed, Einstein. Now, when it's time to meet, Reichbloom will notify everyone.
Acklin: But how will we know it isn't . . . them?
Peduto: We need a code, a password.
Ford: Good idea. I know: "Catholic School."
Dowd: North Catholic or Central Catholic?
Ford: It's both, so just go with "Catholic School." That's how you'll know it's legit. Got that, Comet boy?
Reichbaum: I, I guess so. I'm just a blogger . . .
Montanez: Boy, I hope Troysious is on this List. He'd save us.
Orie: Let's just get out of here.
Men (holding door, scanning street): Ladies first!

End of transcript. NOT FOR DISTRIBUTION outside Office Of The Mayor (except friends with benefits).

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Dowd's Strange Journey Approaches New Phase

Patrick Dowd's City Council journey has traced a strange arc.

The success of Dr. Dowd's anti-machine, doorknocking campaign -- in which he overcame local handicaps such as his education, intellect and use of standard English -- against mediocre-old-boy Leonard Bodack was hailed by reformers.

His early steps as council member were in line with his progressive platform and his supporters' hopes.

He has continued to advance worthwhile positions, and been willing to put his shoe leather on the line, but over time has pursued those worthwhile ends by increasingly awkward and prickly means.

In recent weeks, Dr. Dowd's conduct has shaded into bizarre and toward inexplicable.

Dr. Dowd's behavior has all but erased the opportunity associated with Natalia Rudiak's arrival, which created an apparent independent and progressive council majority -- Dowd, Kraus, Peduto, Rudiak, Shields -- and an opportunity to steer the city away from the failed course of lost decades (a path embodied by old-time machine Republican Democrat Luke Ravenstahl). Instead, Dr. Dowd has become alienated from his natural allies and has gravitated toward forces he formerly found repellent.

Where some would see differences with Bill Peduto (degree of support for Dowd's mayoral campaign; the precise form of a legal challenge to the Lamar sign) as brotherly friction, Dr. Dowd apparently perceives the foundation of a blood feud of Orie-Hart proportions. In practical terms, and in Dr. Dowd's increasingly insular world, friction with Peduto (and Doug Shields) constitutes justification for voting for Rev. Ricky Burgess or Theresa Kail-Smith (or whomever the Ravenstahl camp views on Monday as the most viable obstacle to council independence and a progressive agenda).

Circumstances therefore seem aligned to send Dr. Dowd into new and unfortunate territory on Monday, when his progression from eager new reformer to well-meaning-but-awkward to correct-but-strained-to-the-point-of-counterproductive arrives, for the first time, at doing the wrong thing.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Infindorsement: Mayor of City of Pittsburgh

Pittsburghers are understandably fond of touting the "small town" nature of their region -- familiarity discourages sharp elbows, amenities are accessible rather than overwhelmed, a smaller scale shaves the edges from the opulence-to-degradation continuum in a way a New York or Chicago can not avoid.

The area's residents avoid discussion, however, and perhaps even recognition of the flip side of that point: The region, running on the fumes of its former success for decades, no longer is able to cultivate the breadth or depth of civic leadership and political strength necessary to sustain a community of the stature Greater Pittsburgh once enjoyed and to which it currently aspires.

This "amateur hour" element of small-town life has been especially concentrated, and damaging, in the City of Pittsburgh.

The city has failed and is dying. It has lost half its population, largely by offering substandard and overpriced services and by lacking economic opportunity for the best of its young people, and the departures -- disproportionately involving young people with education, resources, opportunities, motivation -- have diluted the remaining citizenry in ways more important than mere numbers. The city is insolvent and shows no sign of fiscal or operational improvement. The principal reasons its downtown remains -- barely -- the financial, legal and cultural center of the region are not merit or promising prospects but instead history, inertia and subsidies. If the social stigma that currently discourages the large professional firms, banks and corporate headquarters from leaving evaporates --it if becames socially acceptable to move, to choose the suburbs without being accused of "abandoning" Pittsburgh -- downtown Pittsburgh would likely capsize in a few years. (A national example is Detroit; locally, think of Braddock or Monessen.)

If Pittsburgh is to survive, let alone thrive, it requires leadership strong and smart enough to change its current, unsustainable trajectory. A successful mayor of Pittsburgh would need the insight and courage to surround himself with advisors and aides smart, tough and honest enough to rework the city's approach to pension funds, operations, authorities, public safety and several other issues. Not all, or even most, of Pittsburgh's problems are attributable to the current mayor. But Pittsburgh needs better than an accidental, unprepared mayor who is controlled effortlessly by the Ron Burkles, Todd Reidbords, Dan Onoratos and Ed Grattons; who believes that a Yarone Zober is the insight-supplying cure for the holes in an inexperienced mayor's frame of reference; and who can rightly pride himself on recently shaking the habits of shamelessly stalking celebrities (although the spectacle with Ben in the Super Bowl parade was a bit of backsliding) and joyriding on jets and in mobile security command posts.

In a race to identify a person competent to lead the current Pittsburgh, Luke Ravenstahl does not qualify for a spot at the starting line.

Pittsburgh needs better than Patrick Dowd or Carmen Robinson, too. Dr. Dowd is educated, articulate, bright, earnest, accomplished and civic-minded. He has many good ideas and the intellectual curiousity likely to lead him to other good ideas. He also is unpolished and has been surprisingly ineffective as a member of city council, primarily because of nearly inexplicable personal frictions with natural allies. Ms. Robinson is educated, articulate, bright, earnest, accomplished and civic-minded, but is less prepared for prime time than is Dr. Dowd.

I do not know enough about NASCAR's rules to be sure how a winner would be determined in a race in which no car is able to reach the finish line -- I gather the vehicle that covered the most ground would win -- but the current campaign for mayor of Pittsburgh is such a race. No candidate exhibits all of the qualifications the job demands. But one candidate must win, and the best -- by a substantial margin -- is Dr. Dowd. His shortcomings could -- and probably would -- be overcome to some degree by good advisors, good intentions and good judgment.

I do not expect Dr. Dowd to win. In a polling of the city's remaining voters (just as in an endorsement vote of city Democratic Committee members), Dr. Dowd's education, intelligence, disdain for patronage, rejection of machine politics, and use of standard English are strong disadvantages. But I nonetheless endorse Patrick Dowd for mayor of Pittsburgh, and hope that he and Ms. Robinson continue to push for better government in Pittsburgh, because I share their hope that Pittsburgh can change course before it runs aground. At this point, hope is just about all Pittsburgh has going for it, and the hopeful vote is for Patrick Dowd.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Water And Sewer Board Meets Friday Morning

Although the website indicates the meeting occurred on July 24, I have been told the board of the Pittsburgh Water Sewer Authority will meet, beginning at 9:30 a.m. tomorrow, at the PWSA offices along Penn Avenue.

This appears to be the final meeting scheduled before September 11, which bolsters the stories emanating from various corners of city and county government that indicate the mayor wants to ram through a resolution of the Iron City Brewing lien/payback issues. There may be a spanner in the works, however.

In one corner, carrying water for the company that abandoned the city after taking millions in handouts from taxpayers, is the Ravenstahl administration. The boy mayor is said to be pressing hard to clear the liens and let the defaulting, departing, out-of-towners at Iron City off the hook. Why?

In the other corner, pushing for at least $1 million in repayments of water and sewer bills (at least, that's his current position -- I suspect that in the end he is going to push for a bigger recovery) is council member Patrick Dowd. Why? The brewery is in his district, which means the jobs shredded by the liars at Iron City (with indispensable and inexplicable help from from the Ravenstahl administration) were located in his district. Dr. Dowd appears be trying to prevent a massive abuse of taxpayers.

The mayor has several puppets -- Scott Kunka, Dan Deasy, Margaret Lanier -- on the board, but perhaps not enough to overcome the apparent strength of Dowd's position (why, exactly, should city ratepayers give a dime to people who fleeced and abandoned the city??). Don Walko, chair of the board, has made some interesting recent noises that appear to support Dowd's inquiries. Robert Jablonowski, vice-chair, was a close friend of former Mayor Bob O'Connor and has no apparent connection to the boy mayor. Henry Blum is a union liaison with a Mellon Arena background. Who knows? Maybe one or two members are familiar with the term "fiduciary duty"!

If nothing else, I expect Dowd to shine a needed spotlight on some financial dealings that make no apparent sense (and, apparently, some shaky legal issues). The amount at stake for the public approximates $4 million.

My predictions:

> two-paragraph blurb, at most, in the Trib (which outdid itself with the Heather Bresch promotion story that mentioned neither her illusory degree nor the current, stock-roiling FDA scandal), with no mention of the Iron City angle

> six-paragraph summary in the Post-Gazette, a bare-bones recounting of votes and reports with no context

> an extensive report at The Comet

Those willing to forecast the degree to which the public will be abused should check the Propositions Board; new odds posted.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

From Formerly Murky Sewers, Some Brightness

Was it something in the water?

The city administration, recently occupied by reaffirming inexplicable sweetheart deals and stiff-arming requests for information, changed its tune toward Iron City Brewing almost completely at a Water and Sewer Authority board meeting on Friday.

Tim Hickman of Iron City, meanwhile, continues to repel credibility at a rate resembling the brewery's sales chart for the past two decades.

Mayor Ravenstahl -- following a counterproductive course originally chosen by Tom Murphy and continued by Bob O'Connor -- permitted Iron City to amass huge delinquencies for water and sewer service. The Ravensthal administration compounded the problem by agreeing to forgive nearly $4 million (a crucial concession that kept inept and disingenuous management in place during a bankruptcy), in part by ignoring written conditions attached to some of the forgiveness, then threw in hundreds of thousands of dollars in public "economic development" subsidies to "save" the brewery and hundreds of jobs.

The brewery's owners -- one the son of a Chicago mobster who died six days out of prison, another recently indicted in Connecticut -- repaid these courtesies with a series of broken promises culminating in closure of a 148-year-old business and the loss of every last manufacturing job at the brewery.

PWSA director Michael Kenney, naturally, had declared that Iron City had complied with the "spirit" of the concessions and that he saw no reason to expect Iron City to repay most of what it had received. The Post-Gazette, Dowd and another elected official requested relevant documents and other information; the PWSA stonewalled; rumors surfaced concerning a politically tinged land development deal dependent on clearing the brewery's real estate of liens.

Council member Dowd went public. challenging Kenney's assertions that the city was legally entitled to no more than $600,000. A PWSA board meeting was rescheduled.

At the meeting, the mayor's finance director signaled a change in the administration's position: Instead of shoving cash into Iron City's pockets and quietly waiving repayment conditions, the city was now expressing outrage concerning the manner in which Iron City "let down the Water and Sewer Authority . . . let down the workers . . . let down the people of Pittsburgh."

Mr. Kenney leapt onto the new bandwagon, describing his earlier description of a $600,000 repayment obligation as a "mistake," backtracking from the decision to ignore the written conditions, and acknowledging that the dubious concessions arranged by the city adminstration earlier this year had not been approved by the PWSA board.

The 180-degree turn is welcome but curious. I still think the man to watch is Patrick Dowd -- maybe a play for even more than the million?. From another direction, has the city responded to the Post-Gazette's records request yet? If Len Boselovic could spare a moment while manhandling the entire state of West Virginia into submission, it would be interesting to see him reset his sights on Iron City Brewing and its dealings with the City of Pittsburgh. I don't believe we have heard the last from either Dowd or Boselovic, and it will be interesting to watch what occurs if they provoke Iron City to turn on the mayor.

A recap of the manner in which the city administration's about-face wrecked my predictions concerning coverage of Friday's PWSA board meeting:
PREDICTION: two-paragraph blurb, at most, in the Trib (which outdid itself with the Heather Bresch promotion story that mentioned neither her illusory degree nor the current, stock-roiling FDA scandal), with no mention of the Iron City angle
PUBLISHED: 16-graf story, leading with the Iron City situation (ahead of the revelation of a projected $2 million deficit)
PREDICTION: six-paragraph summary in the Post-Gazette, a bare-bones recounting of votes and reports with no context
PUBLISHED: 10-paragraph article, short on context but focused almost exclusively on Friday's Iron City developments (at the expense of the deficit revelation)
PREDICTION: an extensive report at The Comet
PUBLISHED: next to nothing. Just snippets from Dowd, P-G, Trib, which suggests The Comet did not attend (or perhaps did not wish to risk being perceived as a blowhard?)

Strike one, strike two, strike three. I guess I'm ready to bat cleanup for the Pirates.

NOT PREDICTED: Brian O'Neill's spot-on suggestion for a new Iron City slogan.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Dowd Airs Water Authority's Beer-Puked Laundry

If you thought the Indictment Incubator had learned by now that irregular procedures + campaign contributors = special favors is a dangerous formula that produces bad results, this Post-Gazette story -- "Pittsburgh Councilman Seeks Higher Water Payment From Iron City" -- might change your mind.

It appears Michael Kenney (yes, that Michael Kenney) is attempting to arrange inexplicable undercover favors for Iron City Brewing (operated by liars who abandoned the city after taking millions in "economic development" funds) to keep the lid on mistakes by the boy mayor and his chief of staff (I hear both are culpable here, but one gets leniency because he must be tried as a juvenile).

Council member Patrick Dowd, reportedly, is asking questions and agitating for a better deal for taxpayers (echoing a prescient federal judge). The mayor's office (and, I keep hearing, the County Executive's office) apparently is trying to stonewall on information and rush to judgment.

Just a hunch, but my money is on Dowd on this one, particularly if other council members support his efforts to protect taxpayers. Dowd may not recover the entire wad that the mayor squandered, but he seems well-positioned to obtain recovery of more than Mr. Kenney seems inclined to seek, even if it takes a judge to help the Iron City owners find their checkbook (cashier's or certified check only, please).

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Dowd Is Mumbling Incoherently . . . And Promising To Vote The Same Way Tomorrow

The public Patrick Dowd has always danced to a different drummer. Sometimes, different drumming produces an ingenious Hey Ya (emulated 11/4 time signature), a sublime Money (mostly 7/4 time signature), or the remarkable work of Keith Moon. More often, however, it produces gibberish . . . such as Dr. Dowd's tweet this afternoon:

In January 2010 I hear "seasoning" "experience" "proven ability" but this time last year I heard "hope" "change" "new directions".

This comment, part of a series setting up Dr. Dowd's vote for Theresa Kail-Smith for Pittsburgh council president, evokes the campaign themes of Barack Obama.

Obama? The Columbia grad. Harvard lawyer, magna cum laude. Editor of the Harvard Law Review. Summer associate at Sidley and Austin. Constitutional law professor at a top-ten school. Author. United States Senator.

Only a sadist (or, in this case, a masochist) would invite a comparison of Obama's record to that of Kail-Smith, whose resume aims squarely at soccer-league treasurer, local Democratic Committee secretary or PTA president.

Just as only a fool or a fraud would endorse entrusting an insolvent, dysfunctional city -- already burdened by a hopelessly inadequate mayor -- to an unqualified council president and an even less qualified finance chair.

UPDATE: The Tribune-Review has an election eve dispatch; the Post-Gazette, apparently, does not.

UPPERDATE: Welcome, first-timers. For needed context, please see this, this, and this.

(Speaking of prescient Infindorsements . . .)

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Inscrutable Council Vote On Amended Revised Amended And Revised Act 47 "Plan" : 5-3-1

Bob Mayo's tweetings include this summary of a council vote expressing some sort of approval or something concerning the amended (by council) revised (by the overseers) Act 47 "plan" to kick Pittsburgh's battered can down the road a piece address the City of Pittsburgh's insolvency.

For: Burgess, Harris, Kraus, Smith, Peduto. Against: Dowd, Motznik, Payne. Abstain: Shields.


Burgess for, Motznik against. Smith for, Peduto for. Peduto for, Dowd against. Motznik against, Dowd against. Payne against, Kraus for. Shields neither.

Watching people (including members of council) try to untangle the perplexing strands of this vote should be fascinating, regardless of whether anyone tries to figure out what the hell they were voting on or how it might be expected to influence the city's course.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Bride Of Lukenstein

The expressions of InsolvenCity's council members revealed more than did the votes and appointments that set the stage for another year of dysfunction among the City of Pittsburgh's elected leaders.

In quintessential fifth floor fashion, the mayor, his minions, and nine city councilors alienated allies, roiled relationships, and forged faithless allegiances to accomplish not even a feint at progress but instead the maintenance of a mediocre status quo. Another improbable broken-field run places Darlene Harris in the council president's chair, this time leaving an even more broken field. A recipe for a combination of free-for-all and free-fall.

Accepting her colleagues' affirmation, Harris (left, reaching for swearing-in Bible) looked every bit the Bride of Lukenstein she had become, jolted into a tortured approximation of political life by strange applications of power and chemistry. She has her presidency, but is not quite sure how or why it came to creation, and even her flickering faculties sense there is something unnatural and doomed about it.

Patrick Dowd, who bartered his vote for . . . who knows what? Not even a hackneyed horror script could devise a plot lurch in which Dowd received anything worthwhile. On this day, his was the pivotal vote (except in the fantasy world of the Post-Gazette's local political coverage). But his expression indicated that he knew not one of his eight colleagues would ever consider him reliable again. If there was a strategy or benefit associated with this vote, it is known, or perhaps exists, only in the mind of Patrick Dowd.

Ricky Burgess looked like a student whose forged hall pass just fooled one teacher but is not expected to carry him all the way to the parking lot. He has the finance chair, but can not count on anything after today.

Theresa Kail Smith, maid of honor for a day, had the look of an outsider who had maneuvered her way into the "in" crowd, but who realized she would probably be back to her customary level of popularity tomorrow.

Corey O'Connor displayed the genuine smile of someone who was overwhelmed, mostly by good things like inauguration and a marriage proposal, but also by the recognition he was now responsible for voting on public policy despite barely understanding what he had gotten himself into. He looked much like fellow Central Catholic graduate Tino Sunseri in a collapsing pocket, two long seconds after the ball should have been thrown.

Bruce Kraus, Bill Peduto, and Natalia Rudiak tried but could not hide shell shock. Three faces, one expression, evoking Jon Lovitz in a Saturday Night Live presidential debate as Michael Dukakis, who, when asked to comment on the inane mumbling of Dana Carvey's George Bush (the older, competent one), offered concise rebuttal: "I can't believe I'm losing to this guy!" Watch:

Daniel Lavelle just looked happy that his first day of this year's council term could not be as face-plant disastrous as his first day one year ago.

We will leave it to others to perform the detailed autopsy on this year's council, a body decomposing less than one hour into its new life. Divided government has its virtues in some circumstances, but this council is too divided to stand or crawl. Two men put Harris back into the president's position; one hates her, the other dislikes her. As of today, those sentiments are shared by the council colleagues who stood by Harris as the mayor attempted to whack her. There is no discernible majority for anything; not for good government, not for mayoral sycophancy, not for ham-handed corruption, not for any identifiable strategy, not for any sensible tactic.

Can InsolvenCity, still failing after a sustained period of decline, afford the year of paralysis precipitated by today's exhibition of fifth floor dysfunction? What spooked the largely intact majority into splintering? Does anyone other than the List-Makers (and, perhaps, Jeff Thomas) stand to benefit from today's events?

Some (such as Trib headline writers in distant counties) may infer that the animation of the Bride of Lukenstein indicates that Mayor Ravenstahl has regained control of the levers of power. But most people forget that the beneficiary of the bride's creation was not Frankenstein but instead Frankenstein's monster. Frankenstein was the guy who threw the switches and pulled the levers -- and that still is not Luke Ravenstahl, not by a long shot. Far more likely, Pittsburgh will spend this year traveling downhill with no one at the wheel. That's right, another horror movie.

Infytune: Frankenstein, Edgar Winter Group

Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Next Council: A New Hope, Or Same Old?

Some voices have contributed apt and concrete points (and interesting, timely background) to the discussion concerning next Monday's election of a council president in InsolvenCity.

(Others, however, have offered nothing better than wisecracks, snide asides and sarcasm.)

The process and posturing may have rendered the result irrelevant. If council can not assemble and maintain a coalition that changes city government's course -- including, but not limited to, resisting the broadband streaming of bad and worse ideas from the mayor's office (and its for-profit subsidiaries, Merrill Lynch, JPMorgan, Merrill Lynch, Morgan Stanley, and whatever company John Verbanac happens to prefer)-- the choice of a president won't determine much beyond which few miles of city streets are to be resurfaced.

(Don't forget that a couple of council members are convinced Vince Lombardi said, or at least meant, "paving.")

The ingredients for council's renaissance appeared to be in place when Kraus, Rudiak, Dowd, Shields and Peduto formed a progressive majority-to-be (with several candidates for a sixth member of an effective coalition). That progress seems to have become illusory, however, as Dr. Dowd has begun to embody Bluto's "seven years of college down the drain," inexplicably gravitating toward the mayor's office (and the mayor's lackey).

Optimism should accompany each New Year, inclining mention of the bright spots in InsolvenCity's changing government.

Jim Motznik has departed council, passing the Motznik Chair In Advanced Mayoral Fealty to Rev. Rickey Burgess. Motznik takes his sewer boots (right) and old school political philosophy (and resume) to a district justice's office, elected by voters who apparently share Mr. Motznik's theories of constitutional jurisprudence. (This is a list of bright spots for city government, not for the Commonwealth's UnifiedJudicial System.

Labeling Motznik the Ravenstahl administration's most reliable and aggressive sycophant should not discount the energetic servility of Tonya Payne, who is probably looking for ready to start a temporary new gig bridging her bootlicking for the mayor service to the city and her bid for higher office.

Natalia Rudiak seems likely to be, and Daniel Lavelle might be, a welcome force for good in the seats vacated by Motznik and Payne. But if Dowd continues to portray Anakin Skywalker, the consequent disruption in the force may be too great for even two eager new rebel fighters to overcome as a troubled system seeks A New Hope.

UPPERDATE: Atop the Slag Heap is a guess that Theresa Kail-Smith would be the consolation prize were Bill Peduto unable to arrange five votes. This prompts two observations: (1) it is difficult to believe that Natalia Rudiak could embrace the Dark Side this soon, and (2) if Kail-Smith's level of inexperience is considered adequate, why would Rudiak be excluded from consideration? A better bet than Smith-for-president is the Heaper's summary of InsolvenCity 2009.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

If Dowd Votes For Burgess, Pass The Matches

A commenter has suggested that Pittsburgh city council member Patrick Dowd might vote for Rev. Ricky Burgess in the election of the next council president.

If Dr. Dowd votes for the mayor's toady, it will be time to place InsolvenCity in a paper bag, douse it with lighter fluid, place it on the state's doorstep and ring the doorbell.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Nothing Like A Unanimous Council Vote To Signal Trouble Right Here In Three-River City

When can a 9-0 vote be bitter, divisive and ominous?

When it's just another day in InsolvenCity.

Today's Post-Gazette recounts a unanimous Pittsburgh city council vote (prevailing wage, for anyone interested) that portends poorly from the perspective of anyone who wants the city to succeed.

Both substantial camps of the current council -- the progressives, led by Bill Peduto and Doug Shields, and the [insert perjorative term here]s, led by Jim Motznik -- aimed nasty, undisguised jabs at Patrick Dowd during what might have been the most fractious journey toward a unanimous vote in council history.

For the moment, at least, Dr. Dowd appears to occupy a bizarre and isolated position between the independence-minded holdovers and the receding group that remains available to the Ravenstahl administration's paving-and-patronage pitches. Repelling a natural ally seems an unaffordable luxury for both Dr. Dowd and the imminent progressive/independent/competent majority whatever remains of a progressive hope on council.

That unanimous vote, meanwhile, may signal a mayoral veto (prevailing wage, for anyone interested).

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Where Are The Two Votes Separating The Skimmers From A Billion Dollar Leechfest?

As of today, the available evidence indicates that three -- of an ostensibly required five -- city councilors intend to vote for the Great InsolvenCity Parking Garage Sale.

The three in-the-bag councilors -- Lavelle, Smith, Burgess -- have little to no influence over their colleagues. (Patrick Dowd has exhibited minor, tentative movement toward an alliance with Rev. Burgess with respect to certain issues but evinces no respect for Rev. Burgess' thinking or position on the parking transaction.)

That leaves three potential persuaders -- the mayor's office, the privateers and the public -- and six candidates for two votes. Four members of council -- Shields, Peduto, Kraus and Rudiak -- dislike or despise the mayor, for varying reasons and in varying degree. Patrick Dowd has moved from shouting details of the mayor's corruption on streetcorners to merely thinking the mayor a dullard controlled by objectionable puppeteers. Council President Darlene Harris doesn't dislike the mayor but is a fan of neither the mayor nor the proposed transaction.

Several councilors have been angered by the city administration's failure to seek an accommodation from Harrisburg that would enable the city to defuse the "it may be ugly, but it's the last chance to avert doomsday" deadline that appears to be the bulk of the privateers' argument. Several people -- in Pittsburgh and Harrisburg -- have expressed astonishment that a plea from InsolvenCity for reprieve was not advanced during Tuesday's legislative caucus meetings in Harrisburg. Pile that focused anger atop the general (and deserved) disdain for the Ravenstahl administration and it becomes difficult to see Luke or Yarone or John or Bill or anyone else persuading any councilor to vote to unleash parking hell.

As more details of the winning bid -- how rules were bent, which List-Makers are involved in lobbying and skimming -- emerge, the privateers are likely to become even less attractive to the skeptical councilors.

Public voices? City residents are demonstrably incapable of recognizing a logical argument, let alone advancing one, and emerging evidence that the Post-Gazette takes advice from a cog in the parking deal wheel should render the editorial page even more impotent than usual.

How, then, do the privateers secure the Dowd and Harris votes?

If an answer exists -- a seemingly big "if" -- it likely begins with a dollar sign.

Infinonytune: Have A Cigar, Roger Waters
Infinonytune: Money, Pink Floyd

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

The Boy Mayor's Off-The-Hook Jab At Dr. Dowd

I am reliably informed that Luke Ravenstahl refused to accept Patrick Dowd's concession call on Tuesday evening. I plan to address at another time the practical issues associated with the confluence of an uncompliant supermajority on council and the ineptitude of the mayor and his staff, but here are two preliminary points:

(1) no class

(2) Dr. Dowd seems to be better positioned to be a thorn to Mr. Ravenstahl than vice versa.

In other words, this was about as smart as provoking a police officer at Heinz Field on gameday.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

As Michael Kenney And Associates Take On Water, Burgess And Dowd Reach For Lightsabers

Today's special meeting of Pittsburgh Council concerning the profitability of public-private incest the water authority's "special handling" of an opt-out waterline insurance plan for customers established several points:

First, anyone who believed Patrick Dowd had lost all contact with the Force and succumbed to the Dark Side was mistaken.

Second, anyone who believed Rev. Ricky Burgess' surprising transformation to Sith Lord was not yet complete was mistaken.

Third, the Pittsburgh Water and Sewer Authority should enclose a small packet of Vaseline with each bill, at least until a United States Attorney is installed in this district.

Note to Darth Dan Deasy: Jeff Skilling was well-qualified, too. As were Bernard Madoff, Kenneth Lay and Richard Nixon.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Altmire And Dowd: It's Lonely Out In Space

Rep. Jason Altmire's sponsorship of hackneyed citizenship-stripping legislation prompts a question: Can anyone confirm whether Altmire and Pittsburgh council member Patrick Dowd attended the same "Fundamentals Of Coalition-Building" class at the Democratic officeholders' academy? First class roster to check would be the one whose instructors were Frank Burns and Paul Bremer.

Friday, December 30, 2011

Adjusted Odds On Tuesday's Voting For InsolvenCity Council President, Finance Chair

A series of recent developments -- including a telling vote, a few hushed assignations, and at least one inchoate backstabbing along a fifth-floor hallway at the City-County Building -- incline adjustment of the no-longer-early betting lines for InsolvenCity's council presidency and finance chair, and we have reached the point at which favorites are published in bold type (with former odds in parentheses):
Council president
(1) Darlene Harris: 2-3 (4-1)
(2) Theresa Kail Smith: 40-1
(3) Bruce Kraus: 8-1 (3-1)
(4) Natalia Rudiak: 15-1 (7-2)
(5) Corey O'Connor: 5-1 (12-1)
(6) Daniel Lavelle: 40-1
(7) Patrick Dowd: 99-1 (40-1)
(8) Bill Peduto: 15-1 (25-1)
(9) Ricky Burgess: 40-1
Lukefecta (2, 6, 9 vote together): 1-8 (1-3)

Council finance chair
(1) Darlene Harris 40-1 (3-1)
(2) Theresa Kail Smith: 40-1
(3) Bruce Kraus: 15-1 (4-1)
(4) Natalia Rudiak: 15-1 (5-2)
(5) Corey O'Connor: 25-1
(6) Daniel Lavelle: 40-1
(7) Patrick Dowd: 2-1 (40-1)
(8) Bill Peduto: 10-1 (8-1)
(9) Ricky Burgess: 40-1
Daily Double (1, 3 in either order): 25-1 (7-2)

Infytune: Waiting On The World To Change, John Mayer
Infytune: This Time It's For Real, Southside Johnny, Bruce Springsteen, Jon Bon Jovi, and Little Steven Van Zandt (that makes four, for those who are counting)
Infytune: Five Jive, Elmo

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Surveying The Propositions Board (Far Right)

Iron City/PWSA Payback odds adjusted to reflect Dowd's outmaneuvering of the mayor's office, likely an expensive development for Iron City's owners. Comet pounced on newly attractive numbers before Board revised. Related: Dowd prospects improve; rat-a-thon risk lowers Sewergate indictment number.

Wilson, Sanchez trades mean bets on Pirates success continue to be losers. Like the club's owners. And the fools who gave them a stadium.

Management thanks everyone who wagered on state budget enactment. Not a single winning ticket yet.

Specter and Toomey appear destined to joust, which is good news for Democrats. Neither Onorato nor Wagner generating excitement, which is good news for GOP.

Board ignores Palin divorce rumor, but still marks hers most likely socialcon scandal.

DeJuan Blair seems slimmer (maybe biggest point for the young man), and is smiling, but Board wonders why Spurs haven't confirmed agent's "guaranteed" money announcement. Board still likes Young as top pro from last season's Panthers.