By Phil Tympanick

The recent turmoil in our financial markets have left many to ask, who’s to blame? The finger pointing has started, and some say it’s George Bush's fault, because, well, he’s responsible for everything bad that happens in the USA. Others are saying that it’s the greedy profit mongers on Wall Street and politicians that have made credit so easy to access, that we the consumers simply couldn’t help ourselves. It was like they were serving crack, and we the consumers became addicted. This article will examine the facts of the financial crisis, and will shed some light on who’s really to blame.

It appears the dormant blog (millvillema.net) is no longer dormant, and is at it again, spreading rumors and lies that are outright false. In the latest article, Baker posts that my new neighbor has filed some sort of harrassment complaint against myself and the Rolleri’s.

In his post he writes,

"The two neighbors who drove the Hurley's out of town (and the ex-Chief to the unemployment line) are at it again. The people who moved into the Hurley house had to file a complaint because they were being harassed."

The fact is, I just was at the neighbor's house in question, and he was completely aghast that someone would attribute those actions to him and, in fact, offered to counter the post on the slander site Bob call’s the “Positive Alternative”. I suggested to my neighbor that I would appreciate his feedback to such outlandish lies, but suspect his objection would not be posted by Mr. Baker, as it would, again, expose Mr. Baker for what he is.

By Phil Tympanick

Well we haven't even hit Memorial Day yet, and Da Truthe & Posse is aiming to ruin everyone's summer before it even gets started. On Thursday night 5/24 (don't these people have to work on Friday's like the rest of us?) members of the Posse were in rare form, yelling obscenities from Da Truthe’s deck that could be heard across the neighborhood. Just imagine settling down for a quiet evening with the warm summer breeze permeating your open louvers, and then suddenly, without provocation, you’re the target of obscene comments ripe with every profane word imaginable, including sexual slurs and innuendo that would make even the worst of pimps uncomfortable. Imagine this diatribe continuing until the wee hours of the morning until, finally, a cruiser passing by sent their vile mouths scurrying into the safety of “The House Da Truthe built”.