“It’s a courtesy, not a crime,” the PBA union president declared to a throng of off-duty cops packing Bronx Supreme Court waving signs insisting “IT’S A COURTESY NOT A CRIME.”
Sounded like a ripe example of PR tone-deafness or maybe just the PBA honcho playing to his troops, public be damned!
The police commissioner begged to differ re: fixing tickets. “Those actions are crimes under the law and can’t be glossed over as ‘courtesies.’”
The PBA honcho retorted: “When the dust settles, and we have our day in court, it will be clear that this is a part of the NYPD at all levels”
Everyone does it. Gotta problem with that?
Almost all Long Island Railroad employees who retired in 2008 did so on disability, adding an average of $36grand to the average annual pension payout, compliments of the beleaguered LIRR commuter.
Joe Rutigliano, former conductor and one-time LIRR union president, put in 570 hours of overtime with nary a single sick day in his last year, jacking up his pension, then fattening it even more with his disability claim. Surveillance revealed that Jolted Joe went on to play golf regularly. To add insult to injury (in a manner of speaking), Jolted Joe played public courses where, by statute, he didn’t have to pay green fees because of his so-called handicap (and we’re not talking 13 over par).
Special treatment for the handicapped has become one of those well-intended cobblestones on the road to hell. Not because it’s not a noble proposition, but because it is so pervasively abused. Ever notice what percentage of people parking in handicap spaces actually use a cane, crutches or wheelchair? For the overwhelming majority there is no noticeable handicap. But, like railroader scammers, they get notes from their doctors enabling them to score privileged parking.
Could faked handicap parking be the gateway scam to major scams like pension fraud? I, for one, make a point of confronting obvious abusers when the occasion arises. A couple of days ago, in fact, I was limping through the ‘Y’ parking lot with my son on our way to a workout. A lean and limber-looking man about my age in his gym outfit was walking jauntily from the ‘Y’, drawing a bead on his car, parked in a handicapped space.
“And what is your handicap?” I asked him.
“Whatya mean?” he shot back.
“Well, you’re parked in a handicap space and I don’t see any visible handicap.”
“It’s none of your business,” he sneered.
“Oh, it most certainly is my business when someone’s running a scam.”
“Look at you,” he said, outraged as could be, “what kind of example are you setting for your son?”
“He sees me do this all the time. Call a fraud a fraud. And you’re a fraud, just like those Long Island Rail Road frauds.”
He slammed his door as I took my three prosthetic joints to the treadmill, my son chuckling for good measure.
Back when I was doing grad work in the mid-70s, I bartended weekends at Long Island’s notorious nightclub – the OBI South. For a stretch, I worked side-by-side at the back-bar with a rough and ready rogue nicknamed the “Snakeman.” Invariably, at the height of the mad rush, he would call out, as he was ringing up drinks, “Bonus hour…one for us, one for them.” “You’re all thieves,” the Snakeman told us, by way of touting he was the most honorable of thieves by copping to it.
Everyone’s always done it. It’s the American way, according to one distinguished historian.
U.S founders maxed individual liberty, freeing Americans, “to give full vent to the good, bad and ugly behavior of which people are capable,” Walter McDougall observes. “Americans became past masters at hustling: both in the pejorative sense of scofflaws, speculators, imposters, tricksters, self-reinventors, and conmen, but also in the positive sense of hard workers, strivers, builders, doers, joiners, and team players.”
To con others, best one first con one self. McDougall believes that Americans’ talent for “self-deception” is one key to their success. “They pretend in order to get along with each other, or to grease the skids of their institutions, obscure the contradictions in their politics and law, or just to sustain their common faith in truth, justice, and the American way.” In a broader sense, people are compelled to rationalize their circumstances – self-delusion springs eternal.
Charles Dickens charged, upon a visit in 1842, that Americans “will swallow a whole caravan of camels, if they be laden with unworthy doubts and suspicions…. [They] simply cannot bear truth in any form,” and American newspapers contributed mightily with their “pimping and pandering.” By the eve of Civil War, one of those panderers, the New York Herald worried there would be, “another general collapse like [the Panic] of 1837, only on a much grander scale.… Worst of all is the moral pestilence of luxurious exemption from honest labor infecting all classes of society.”
Sounds like Fox-watching Tea Baggers spit-balling ne’er-do-well Wall Street Occupiers. Yet, they are a funhouse mirror of one another’s outrage, one against Big Government, the other against Big Money. Note how many who sermonize against the breakdown in morality are themselves caught with their pants down.
Let’s be honest with ourselves for a stolen moment– it’s far more satisfying to point fingers then look in the mirror.