Like children playing with matches, the folks behind the nonsensical recall effort against my Ward 7 city councilman Basheer Jones are screwed up big time. These juveniles-pretending-to-be-adults are like Donald Trump inasmuch as they’ve evidently been genetically altered; they lack the embarrassment gene.

No matter how big a fool they make of themselves they simply smile as if they actually planned to fall flat on their collective face. They step in a pile of dog shit and pretend as if they’re really walking on rose petals. They, like Trump, obviously can’t comprehend the meaning of the word “shame.”

Here’s what went down this past Monday: They — again — had 30 days to collect and turn in 676 signatures (20 percent of the number of voters who cast ballots in the last election for city council) to the Clerk of Council’s office in order to start the recall process against Jones. And again, just like last time, they couldn’t accomplish this simple task. Yet they would want the residents of Ward 7 to vote to put them in charge of running ward business.


This group couldn’t run water out the end of a garden hose, let alone run a ward. All they do is run their mouths, as if they know what they are talking about, when in reality they can’t pour piss out of a boot, even with the directions written on the heel.

Look, some of us actually live in Ward 7, and we actually have built homes here and established businesses here with our own real money. So please excuse me if I have no patience for these idiots that are acting like a bunch of junior high school girls nursing a grudge against a prettier, better dressed, or more popular classmate.

“Someone said, that someone else said, that Councilman Jones said something to someone, about someone else that sounded mean to someone else, so we’re mad at him, right? So we’re going to have a real hissy fit, right? That will teach him, right?”


Again, Basheer Jones isn’t perfect, he has his faults. Llike me, he doesn’t suffer fools gladly. So when people stand up at community meetings and make asinine remarks or attempt to beat up on him in public, they can expect to get verbally chastised on occasion. These folks should consider themselves lucky; if I were in his place they would be treated a whole lot worse, believe me.

So, when these clowns try for the third time — hey, who knows, maybe it will be the charm — to collect signatures to recall our councilman I simply ask residents to make a reasoned decision when someone tries to get them to sign a petition: Do you really want to go back to the bad old days we just escaped when incompetents were running the ward, or do you want to move forward with someone who is actually paying attention and knows how to do the job at hand?

But let’s look on the bright side: At least these clucks don’t actually reside in Ward 7. If they did I’d want to ride them out of Hough on a rail before they gave our community a bad name. The fact is, someone in this debate is batshit crazy … it’s either me, or the folks backing the recall effort. So it’s up to ward residents to decide who to believe, and then decide who should be locked away in a padded cell, to endlessly play an imaginary game of handball with their own feces.

From CoolCleveland correspondent Mansfield B. Frazier Frazier’s From Behind The Wall: Commentary on Crime, Punishment, Race and the Underclass by a Prison Inmate is available in hardback. Snag your copy and have it signed by the author at http://NeighborhoodSolutionsInc.

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