I take offense to Tim Mordant and his group of thugs that call themselves the Real Republicans. That tiUe alone should tell you they aren’t real. The childish games they play with people’s lives is getting out of hand, but they continue. This last stunt was not only childish, but also violated election law. They knew full well that no literature with candidates names written on it is allowed within 100 feet of poling area - and let the record show that Bob Davis, Chairman of the Erie County Republican Party did not approve.

It seems the Real Republicans do what they want without thinking of the consequences, then ~they deny any wrongdoing. (Sounds Like the Clinton administration). At first, Mary Cooke knew nothing about the fliers. Then the next day, her memory returned and still denying any hands on, shifted the blame to her husband and Bruce Kaiser. Of course, how was Bruce to know?. . He’s new at these games.

So now we know, Tim Mordant printed the fliers, and Mr. Cooke and Bruce Kaiser distributed them to polling areas. Then as to put icing on the cake, the night of the primary, Mr. Pax’s professional hit man, our zoning officer Sam Long, called Jim Sharpe at his home after 10 p.m., laughed, called him an a--h--e, and said ‘That’s what you get for threatening to fire me!’ referring to Mr. Sharpe’s professional response to a pointed question about Long’s inefficiencies. The truth is Sam Long despises Jim Sharpe and would do anything be can to destroy him and anyone who supports him.

Speaking about truth, why can’t we get the truth about the files, Special Abuse Permits, friends and political supporters being given special favors, operating businesses without Certificate of Occupancy, running businesses in RI-A zoning, the real amount of double standards that are in use on Grand Island. New York City attorneys, hired with our tax dollars to drag out projects, causing Law-abiding citizens to spend thousands of dollars on court cases - and the senseless and avoidable lawsuits! It’s really sickening.

Rus Thompson