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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Lying Blackmailing Wilkinsburg Code Enforcer Jim Frank trails me for a block in a white city vehicle and calls me a "lazy fat bastard".

Lying Blackmailing Wilkinsburg Code Enforcer Jim Frank trails me for a block in a white city vehicle and calls me a "lazy fat bastard". His superiors have been notified.

So whatever happened to lying blackmailing Wilkinsburg code enforcer Jim Frank? The bad tempered grumpy old man (attempted representation of Mr. Frank at left) who stars in this story (Jim Frank: Wilkinsburg Code Enforcement or sleazy 70s Mafia-style goon demanding payment "or else".) and this one (Where Wilkinsburg Code Enforcer Jim Frank lies about blackmail attempt and runs away from me like a little girl.) and this one (Where I answer friendly comments by Patio and Vinny about lying blackmailing Wilkinsburg code enforcer Jim Frank...).

Well, for a long time, nothing had happened since the last story had been printed on August 3rd. I figured out that they had figured out that they didn't have much of case of forcing a tenant to pay for the landlord's property upkeep. I might also note that they probably also figured out that they could still use that law to intimidate more gullible people who can't research case law. If that ordinance were to ever be used against me, then I would kill it. Fair enough.

That changed last Wednesday morning Sept. 8, between 11:30 and 11:45 AM, when Mr. Frank approached me while driving a white City of Wilkinsburg vehicle and started shouting at me from his driver's window. I think I gave him an acknowledgment of sorts and walked away from him. Afterall, I tend to think that he's a jerk and not the brightest opponent I've encountered. So, and this is where it gets interesting. This nutjob follows me down the left side of the street for an entire block, occasionally yelling inanities and odd requests. (Would you give this guy a copy of your lease without a court order?) There was also this odd complaint about his bosses asking him questions about this particular case. Well, I would hope so. I reminded him, as I was striding away from this fruit loop, that I didn't go to his house and threaten him on his porch. Then the street ends at Wood so he can't stalk me anymore on a two way street so he jumps out of his car and calls me: "a lazy fat bastard." I then responded "Hey, can I quote you on that you fuckin' moron?"

His response sounded to me like he didn't care which is just fine because I was going to quote him anyway. Its okay I checked with my imaginary rich white male editor. He has my back unlike other editors I've had.

Now yesterday afternoon I spoke to Wilkinsburg Fire Chief Owen McAfee, who is supposed to be Frank's "boss" (Does he have one? I mean, really.) and I asked him is that the sort of behavior that he encourages in his code enforcers? And if it is can I please work for him because that sounds like a very cool job.

To McAfee's credit he said "No." Now, I have to complete the complaint form for the Wilkinsburg Borough Manager Marla Marcinko, which should be turned in Wednesday. But will Jim Frank receive any punishment at all for this? By the way, I put this into the very big box I call "Things white folks get away with at work that I could never get away with." Stay tuned...

Related: One odd thing about this: as soon as Jim finished describing me, inaccurately as I have noted in the past that I'm Forest Whitaker Ghost Dog fit, another white guy drove up right beside him. I have to admit that he looked more intimidating than Frank, who looks to be near death and as you can imagine I certainly wish him well. This other guy was the kind of guy you would cast in a Sons of Anarchy episode. He was a bald guy, tattoos on both of his forearms, drove a brown pickup of some kind. Let me guess: Frank provokes me, for after all we are all violent negroes who can't control our tempers, and this guy just happens to come along and what, shoots me..? Frank claims to the police. "Tragic officers jus' tragic. This big negro starts to strangling me fer no good reason as I was just minding my business trailing him down the street in my car and yellin' obscenities at him out the winda'...good thing my friend came along and shot him six times. Yep what luck.. Self defense all the way officers. Self Defense."

Ha ha ha. Nah. My speculation sounds far fetched. I would say that other guy arriving then and there was 99 percent coincidence. However, its that other one percent that nags at me...well, ready when you are. Hurm. More Related: If ever attacked, then I would vigorously defend myself.

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