
As Caruso was concluding his conference, nine police officers asked him if he had a permit to conduct the event on state property. Naturally, it turns out he didn't need any such permit, and there is no permitting for such an event. Caruso, as annoying a demagogue as ever walked the Earth, was simply exercising his rights. No one should have stopped him.
His lawsuit is of course generally without merit. But he is following in the good tradition of way-left libs who lose elections and then decide to sue for a victory. A tradition perfected by great men like Al Gore. But he does have the right to call a press conference and demonstrate what a pompous, arrogant, blustering oaf he is. It's his God-given right.
So, was it Finch or his supporters that instigated the police intervention? Finch, as I've noted before, is borderline retarded. When he won the primary against Caruso, he cogently remarked: "I could not be any happier. I feel like Lou Gehrig - an alive Lou Gehrig." Ughh.
Naturally, we are pleased he didn't feel like the dead Lou Gehrig.
So, who knows who called the fuzz on Caruso. But as the hurricane-force flatulent winds of adversity continue to blow in Bridgeport, we know what makes up that city's Democratic politics... and it's generally pinched off at fifteen inches. That means you need to break it up.