By Paul Taublieb
The Election Halloween Chronicles Are Here!
She’s Baaaack from The Departed
A Walking Dead (Person) in Malibu!
Zombie City Official Resurrected!
Nightmare on Zuma Beach!
Get Out – Now She’s Getting Back In?!
Night of the Living City Hall Nightmare!!
Headlines aside, let’s start off with some humor with Halloween upon us. As both Dems and R’s know, and both sides likely agree with to some degree, some of scariest words in the English language were spoken by Ronald Reagan: “I’m from the government and am here to help.”
Well, who knew Camarillo had a sense of humor? According to a press release, none other than Reva Feldman was hired for a number of things, including, now hold your horses and take a seat, for “emergency preparedness.” I mean, imagine the chuckles when you realize this is the woman who utterly failed Malibu before, during, and after the Woolsey Fire, and later was eviscerated in writing over her life-threatening, home-burning foibles – by not less than three independent panels. She got kudos for failing to both prepare before the fire and her reaction after, and to add a real laugh-fest to the proceedings is on tape yelling at traumatized fire victims and saying the whole thing is not her fault and not her problem – before, and this is soooo rich – jetting off to Gay Pareee amid the ongoing maelstrom!
I even had my own face-to-face with Reva in trying to sort things out post-inferno (see article here which I wrote), where she ran through a quick litany of excuses like a frantic ball on the roulette wheel trying to find a safe excuse to land on, only to come up saying the vast failure of herself and the city was because everyone, including her, were exhausted from running an election on the Tuesday before the Friday fire. Her self-analysis – you know, including blocking food for the people who stayed behind and saved lives and homes? She literally told me she did a “perfect” (her word!) job. Classic Reva – and to cap it off, this is so good and soooo Reva baby, she had a trade organization for city managers, while sitting on the board, gave herself an award of excellence for her performance! I mean, you can’t make this stuff up.
Except it gets better! Hold onto your candy canes, kids! Batten down those pumpkins. SHE’S BAAAACK!
See, the job in Camarillo ended in June, 2024 (maybe they finally realized the joke was on them). So guess where she was just a few days ago at a private, exclusive meet-and-greet for a select group of candidates – including surprise! Grisanti! And also yup, the Malibu-Zelig-cum-cypher-in-the-flesh, Haylynn Conrad and borderline proselytizing Malibu missionary, Channing Frykman, where I’ve verified various people who wanted to join the discourse were literally turned away, un-welcomed, sent packing, blown off, and booted bye-bye at the door. And ladies, gentlemen and voters, whose door might it be?
None other than the Queen of The Machine, the Puppeteer from Paradise (Cove), Manipulator from Malibu Road, Czar-woman of the Concrete Cabal – Sharon Barovsky!
Yessiree, among the personally invited guests (what was that again, Haylynn, about wanting to hear from everybody anytime, staying neutral – at a doors locked, no-open-discourse event? Oopsies!) was the freshly-out- of-a-job, none other than the woman who took her remarkably divisive, rabidly pro-development tenure that was punctuated by abject failure during all things Woolsey, and then topped it all off by virtually blackmailing the city with a threatened lawsuit with allegations that proved false, but ended up with fat, goodbye mid-ish six figure paycheck, and even a fond tribute farewell…wait for it…you guessed it, you know her, you might hate her, drumroll please: Ms. Reva Feldman! Yes, the city official who fled and fiddled and found the gumption to blame everyone but herself at the crucible moment for the failure around Woolsey! She’s baaaack, per a verified eyewitness report.
I wasn’t there so I’m guessing, but Grisanti must have been kvelling, a wry smile cracking across his crypt-keepers countenance. But why? Feeling nervous Steve McClary? Kind of doubtful she was their for the pigs in a blanket and genial conversational. One real good guess? Getting the build-baby-build band back together! Lunch at Nobu!
Please vote for Steve and Bruce and be wise if you’re planning to use your third vote. But ABG, baby, ABG – Anybody But Grisanti!
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