EDITORIAL: There is more to being a good leader than
pushing your insincere smile into every opportunity for a public appearance or
photo op, but our Dr. Dick apparently never learned the virtues of showing up
for work every day, being a role model in the community, or modeling good
behavior. We find it nauseating that a public official would send a whiny
letter to the local paper, yet that’s just what we have here. A copy of Dr.
Dick’s load of codswallop, addressed to Southern Dutchess News owners Curtis
Schmidt and Al Osten has found its way to our desk, and you can just picture
Dick sniveling as he complains about “unfair” coverage. You don’t BUY good coverage, Dick; you EARN
it. Here’s how NOT to go about it:
- In the
twelve months he’s been in office, Dr. Dick has yet to justify his full-time
salary with a full week of work. (Let’s not forget that he’s still pocketing
$66,000 taxpayer funded dollars a year despite his campaign promise to give
back his raise after he got in office.) It’s tough to spend more than 3 or 4
days in the town while you’re also running off to Jersey to handle patent work
for Duane Morris, but Dick – that’s what we’re paying you for, and you wanted
this job, remember? (Dick also spends time
basking at his Tribeca penthouse – so much time there, in fact, that he has
Wappinger tax bill mailed there.)
Of course, he’s also had to fly to China five times this year, also at the behest of Duane Morris. The March trip alone was over two weeks. Then there was June, August, October …. Dick, when the residents elected you, they didn’t elect a part-timer. You're getting paid a big boy salary to be sitting at your big boy desk in town hall. (As icing on your greed-cake, you stuck the town with the cost of an international cell phone, so you might possibly be reachable while playing international envoy.)
- Dick also spends a lot of time making sure his shiny face graces the pages of the SDN or serving as his own biggest fan on Facebook. (You might have seen that bizarre picture of him smiling next to the 100-year old tree uprooted by the tornado last May.) If you spent as much time on your job as you do on fluffing your own image, the town would be in much better hands. The reality is that, despite that pricy legal degree, Dick has no clue when it comes to municipality work, state funding opportunities, procurement procedures, or financial propriety. ESPECIALLY financial propriety. After that same tornado, Dick ignored his oath of office which prohibits fundraising for the town and started a gofundme account to solicit funds for town cleanup. If he had the brains God gave a clam, he might have more productively – and ethically – sought some disaster relief funds. (Meanwhile, the paltry $656 he managed to raise still sits in the gofundme account seven months later. Great example of handling other people’s money responsibly, Dick. Why don’t you do the right thing and refund the donations?)
- And finally, when Dr. Dick does grace town hall with an appearance, the employees often wish he hadn’t. In a textbook example of how NOT to be an effective manager, he throws public temper tantrums, screams at employees in public, and for all we know holds his breath until he gets his way. Cursing and swearing in front of employees is pathetic, Dick. And the things you get all lathered up about boggle the mind. Case in point: the little girl and her grandfather who got trapped in the town hall bathroom due to a defective lock. When town employees could not get the door open, they called the fire department for help. For some reason, this (quite reasonable) initiative sent Dr. Dick into a towering rage, blathering at employees about how they have no authority to call for help without his permission. Dick, however, wasn’t in the building at the time, since he was on a town-paid trip to the Big Apple, so how he expected to resolve the issue is unclear. Perhaps he was hoping for an SDN picture of himself breaking down the door with a fire axe.
Dick,
there might not have been many people who respected you when you walked in the
door last November, but there’s even less now. You wanted this job; you should
act like you deserved to be elected, rather than a potty-mouthed toddler
lacking any resemblance of professionalism.


