Posted by Michael Zahara on Mar 15, 2017
‘If that were true, he’d be driving a much nicer car!’
—–that was me, Mike Zahara, last week in response to Fake-ass Phony, Fraud, Bought and Paid for Ward 2 Interloper Candidate Steve Seroka who has been running his ignorant-ass mouth saying Bob Beers is in the pocket of developers, while Seroka is hiding behind his military credential because though he claims that he does, Steve Seroka possesses no integrity at all, he’s a FRAUD, and he has his head shoved completely up his own ass too, so of course he’s running for office this year!
What a fuqn loser this Steve Seroka guy is! Jesus Christ, what an asshole!
<—***WatchdogWag Exclusive*** That’s phony-ass, Fake-Fuq Candidate Steve Seroka with that white thing on his head looking like a bad toupee to me and who just runs his ignorant-ass mouth without knowing a damn thing he’s talking about and who hired the state’s worst piece of shit consultant too!
Steve Seroka just looks like the liar and sleaze peddler he’s always been! Doesn’t he just creep you the fuq out?
That’s Judge Elizabeth Cadish in the red blazer who had her orders to whack him last evening at Temple beth Shelley Berkley but failed in her assigned mission!
Click the link below to see if it gives you the Heebie-Jeebies too! I asked him point-blank in correspondence if he was suffering Parkinsons or had some sort of neurological disorder, or perhaps was riding in a helicopter when he filled out this form. He failed to respond to me!
<—The best pic Bob Beers ever took in all of human history and illustrating for us that yes, Bob Beers can and does read too!
This Steve Seroka phony-baloney has been peddling himself to anyone who will listen how damn wonderful a person and candidate he’s going to be—Our Political Savior Savant?—then he goes off and hires the most corrupted political Broker in Nevada who robbed-blind now Sheriff Joe Lombardo in 2014, ensuring he paid himself first in July 2014 at $250,000.00 and failed to disclose to the NVSOS who his super-secret out-of-state vendors were doing tens of thousands of dollars of unlawfully unreported to the NVSOS work for the 2014 Lombardo campaign. He’s been hiding and blinding his vendors in all-inclusive billing to his candidates for years and you can’t get any sleazier than that, but community absent Carpet-Bagger Steve Siroka hires him! He’s got his campaign registered at a local UPS franchise store on west Charleston in Summerlin too, so he’s trying to blind where he resides too.
Then an actual Vegas Slum Lord–beg bugs, rodents, roaches, and vermin included—mega-bitch piece of shit skank, Christina Roush, throws her nasty, stinky, ratty-ass stained panties into this race too and there’s another female know one knows anything about who appears to be frightened and hiding. Vegas Slum Lord Christina Roush is a spoiled little demanding rich bitch who has never done a g*ddamn thing for this community but take, and take, and take from it, and she has her saggy old lady tits in a bind because she signed her home purchasing agreement at Queensridge without bothering to read it or ask her attorney any questions about it at all!
<—Local skank, mega-bitch, and very bad neighbor, Community Cancer Christina Roush (left and looking very skanky again), is truly something to behold!
She’s claiming the ‘outsider’ mantle and her ‘not being’ a career politician, but has the temerity and audacity to go off and hire former Nevada Assembly Speaker & Always Dependable Human Garbage, John Oceguara! You’ll remember him from 2014 too, he’s that asshole who robbed the other half of the 2014 Clark County Sheriff’s race—Captain Larry Burns—of some $22,500 per month was it, then failed to go on TV or radio at that obscene amount, pocketed almost all of it, and cost Captain Burns the Office of Sheriff he barely lost by a handful of votes–then he goes off and he literally steals Burns’ proprietary donor/mailing lists and uses them for his failed 2016 attempt to become the Dem nominee for NVCD04!
<—Christina Roush’s name badge last night at the Temple beth Shelley Berkley forum!
Las Vegas Ward 2 Phony-Fraudulent Slum Lord Candidate Christina Roush, thought that those were just the Consultant Credentials she wanted and needed for 2017!
Is there really a Hell hot enough for people like John Oceguara and Christina Roush, Steve Seroka and Jim Ferrence to burn in for eternity?
You have no idea how upsetting the gross misconducts of Jim Ferrence and John Oceguara in the 2014 Clark County Sheriff’s race were to me. I had given all the 2014 candidates my verbal Confidentiality Agreement that I would not write about that which was occurring behind-the-scenes in their campaigns which could adversely effect them or skewer the final outcomes. It was agonizing for me to watch both men being ripped off so blatantly and their people knowing I couldn’t say or do shit about it. When it was all said and done and finally over, I told to both now Sheriff Lombardo—whom I endorsed here and volunteered for and still support today though I have some big issues coming up in his long-delayed Halftime Report—and to Captain Larry Burns, that if there’s a next time, be it 2018 or beyond, for them to both sit ‘Finance Chairs’ as one of the very first orders of business absolutely necessary to protect the integrity of our elections processes for that office, as well as all 17 District Attorneys in Nevada, and the elected Constables.
<—A beloved longtime regular Ward II reader and leader who loathes and detests Christina Roush and calls her ‘Bullshit Bitch’, sent me this pic of Ms Roush’s Whore Shoes but I’ve not yet confirmed the footwear she’s been using in her ‘Bullshit Bitch 2017 Campaign’!
As we’re seeng with these fake-ass Ward II candidate challengers who will say and do anything to Whore for Votes, there is absolutely no integrity in so many phonies like Seroka and Roush. Trust that we in the West Valley are perhaps more adverse to these carpet-bagging, sleazy scum candidates than any other part of the valley especially if they’re from Californiastan!
Coincidentally, if not ironically, I just about filled my pants with shit reading who our now Clark County District Attorney, Steve Wolfson, chose as his most recent Consultant Cretin too, and that choice solidified my point of view that Finance Chairs are a must for some offices in this state and we’ll get into that again by the end of he year in prep for 2018. You see, Wolfson has had my respect and affection for years because he was my very first Las Vegas City Councilman for Ward 2 after moving here full-time. This is my ‘hood, these are my people, this place is where I do the things that I do and I call it home. Since 1980 when my Grandparents bought their final home steps away from Duragno and Westcliff Drive, I have watched this area come together and build-out through mulitple visits each year for those 37 years. I came out that winter for the Super Bowl and to give my approval to them as was requested from both, as we stood atop a mound of construction debris and looked up and due slightly to the northwest and saw the beautiful ‘Angel’ nestled resplendantly within a crevass in the mountains above for which ‘Angel Park’ is named!
She looked beautiful up there and appeared to be Waving a Wing at us standing there and since I share my name with the biggest, bad-ass Angel there is, my opinion was important to my Grandma and I felt a flush of warmth that ‘this was the place’ and said, ‘Oh hell yes, Gram!’, confident I wouldn’t have anything to worry about back in Chicago, that my grandparents wouldn’t take up with the wrong crowd, or be doing geriatric porn or anything like that out here! We’re Catholic, I was confirmed at the hand of a Cardinal, Communion at the hand of a Pope; you’re damn right ‘the Angel’ here is still very important to all of us. I believe that she watches over us and have no problem at all admiting to that either!
All three Ward 2 Piece of Shit Challenger Candidates are what’s called ‘Stalking Horses’, fraudulent, phony candidates who’ve jumped into the race accepting the money of others to be the colossal assholes they are of course, but to also attempt affect outcomes they’re demanding from all of the rest of us taxpayers in the City of Las Vegas—they’re demanding that the City of Las Vegas purchase the now defunct Badlands Golf Course for them—–I know, can you even believe that bullshit?–— so that its owners can’t develop anything on it and spoil their precious, entitled-feeling views, this despite getting very publicly bitch-slapped down in District Court and some involved amassing near-to-record fees for their bullshit in this putrid case.
I met up this past summer with Metro Superstar Captain Brian Greenway, who Sheriff Lombardo surprised me by assigning to him to be the Commander of our newest, Spring Valley Area Command, very near to Cimmaron & Sahara which covers band of land from I-15 stretching all the way west covering some of the poorest crime infested areas on its east side, to some of its wealthiest in the Western Arc of the valley and a big chunk of Ward 2. We will also have up next from Metro when the sheriff can staff it completly, Summerlin Area Command, but that’s a ways off yet! I told to Captain Greenway that he’d soon learn to appreciate the residents in the eastern portion of his new Area Command over the pretentious and often obnoxious, demanding and insufferable Californiastan transplants on the western end which includes a lot of the human garbage involved in this Badlands Golf Course Debacle the rest of us have been watching unfold these past two years or so and hoping that all of their homes burn to the g*ddamn ground!
He asked me to join his effort for US Senate and of course I was flattered, honored, and gassy telling him that ‘it wasn’t my life experience to know anyone who had 50 million bux to piss away on a US Senate race’ and he responded, ‘that’s good because you still don’t!
He has a wonderful sense of humor inherited from his late mother Pat! We see eye-to-eye on almost everything and he is a lifelong Republican and I’m a lifelong Democrat. Said one very prominent Democratic Party operative held in very high regard and esteem in SoNev, ‘If you don’t like Bob Beers, then you don’t know Bob Beers!’
Admittedly, my nose was a little bit out of joint; he’s never asked for my help or advice for his 2017 re-election campaign as Las Vegas City Councilman of Ward 2. Perhaps he thought I’d just be piping in anyway, so why even bother asking?—OK fine, I have piped in so maybe he knows me too well, but he also knows I don’t wish to step onto the toes of others my having an unnatural fear of bunions and all. Some of his campaign aesthetic is rather dull and boring, but then again, so is Bob Beers—his city business card should read—Bob Beers: Dull and Boring City Councilman-ing Ward Two!
<—Hand to God, Bob Beers has never told me what this child’s name is, so I’m calling her ‘Twinkles Beers’ because when she’s coming into town or he and Sarah Beers are going up to some God-forsaken place called Medford Oregon, I think, Las Vegas City Councilman Bob Beers becomes a g*ddamn delight—Grandpa Twinkles!—tapping his fingers with nervous anticvipation, a little bit jumpy and anxious, like a little kid waiting for Santa Claus, full of nervous energy—and I can’t believe my brain is requiring my fingers to key this, but its adorable!
He is so damn cute doing his Grandpa Twinkles thing I had to tell him that that baby has turned him into a big bowl of mush!
Bob Beers is also the only known person in all of human history to enjoy boarding and then flying on Alligiant Air and suffering through all of their bullshit at McCarran, to go this place that they call Medford!
I love the man, I believe with all that I’ve got that he’s the best elected representative in the entire state of Nevada. He’s found his place and he’s found his voice on the Las Vegas City Council where he is a giant—literally, my having referred to him as a 7-ft Lucky Charms guy who looks surprisingly good dressed in pastels for such a big guy. I love regaling people with the story of our first meeting one another at a candidate forum at Sun City Anthem in 2006. He was unsuccessfully running for the GOP nod for Governor that year and for the entire 2016 election season, I couldn’t get it off and out of my mind how very different this state would be today had Bob Beers won his Primary and Mayor Jim Gibson won his that year. I’d have been standing there for hours trying to decided which guy to vote for. The Great 2006 Error by we voters back then turned out to have become our great blessing in disguise five years ago when Bob Beers first won his City Council seat and again this year as he seeks re-election to it!
I had actually met Bob’s late mother Pat first that day at Anthem; she swept into the room like she was Shelley Berkley or something; big, huge entrance and looking like a million bucks and in a very good and cheerful mood. ‘Who are you and which office am I voting you into this fall?’, I asked her and she roared with laughter! Very funny and very bright woman—I was bitten and quite smitten with Bob’s mother right then and there! I would meet his now 84 year old father Frank Beers a few years later and have grown quite fond of him too and make time for him at each ‘Coffee with…’ and ‘Beers for Beers’ event they hold each month because the man knows how to enjoy a fine cocktail product neither he nor I should be enjoying! I’m a longtime regular attendee now, all of us having become very much like Deadheads for Beers following him around like the Grateful Dead!
Regular readers should remember that Queensridge is where former Congresswoman Shelley Berkley lives along with Dr Larry Lehrner whom she spanks his naked ass with a fly-swatter every Sunday evening after ordering Chinese take-out in an effort to keep it fresh and real for these two crazy kids who have desecrated every square inch of that development like two horny teenagers…but who’ve kept their distance on the Badlands Golf Course matter fueling rampant speculation that Rochelle-y as I call her, has her eyes firmly set on becoming the next mayor of Las Vegas and she would be a very formidable candidate-–but then Michelle Fiore throws her brassiere into this year’s Ward 6 race upsetting that little apple-cart, her own ‘people’ candidly admitting to me she’s all about winning the mayor’s office and they see her path to it as completely unobstructed but I think they’re forgetting that there can only be one Queen Showgirl at City Hall and that its inconceivable that Carolyn Goodman would ever find Michele Fiore an acceptable successor to her throne!
These same Fiore ‘people’ have a part in Beers’ 2017 campaign too and I spent 35 hours one recent Saturday morning watching them try to get ‘door-walking canvassing’ App to work correctly for everyone. I’m no Luddite and love my tech and devices, but I’m also very old school having learned this business from the masters on the streets of Chicago and Cook County, the thick-necked, sausage-fingered fellas who use words like ‘dees, dems and do-es’ in conversation, taught me how to horse-trade for votes we needed right at a voters door if necessary, so I’ll forgo the App and scoring the ‘persuadable’ voters and simply ring a doorbell and win ’em everytime!
Bob Beers is one of the few people who knows this about me, knows that besides loving a good laugh including at my own self, that there is s serious side of me too that knows what he’s doing and talking about and that I can visualize, strategize, and then vaporize a politcal opponent but much prefer that they do that to themselves. If I thought that he was in any credible danger seeking re-election this year, I would have been jumping up and down like my pants were on fire, and he knows that about me too! I thought a different tact for his re-election would be better than his current campaign theme but I also told him I thought that he, Stavros, and Fiore would win outright April 4th and that it was absolutely essential that he and Stavros win re-election because of the effort they’re going to have to employ minimizing and mitogating the damage she will do on City Council after doing so much damage to herself and to her political brand and leaving her AD 04 constiuents with a nerdy nudnick now representing them and her cross-over appeal gone for good.
Oscar’s health looked to everyone to be in a precarious state at the State of the City and no one daring to even publicly speculate what Carolyn would do should Oscar’s health further decline and he need her to come home to care for him. Well, first, she’d move into their homestead every healthcare Specialist she could grab up except Michele Fiore’s now defunct ‘Always There’. Everyone sees Fiore’s win on April 4th as being very disruptive and very harmful to the mayor’s agenda and the smooth running of the City Council at a time when things are looking up for the city on a number of fronts and the mayor is tending to hers and Oscar’s Legacy Garden very carefully if you’re paying attention.
Should she have to step aside or not run for re-election, I believe that Mayor Goodman would want and ask Bob Beers to complete her time as Mayor of Las Vegas—I really do—that’s how valuable he is on that City Council. He and Stavros Anthony sufferred no recriminations for tempering her exuberhance over the Soccer Stadium she wanted to place in Sympony Park! Now they’re talking about doing it at Cashman and I’m ecstatic about that and I will soon offer up a number of suggestions to finally resolve Symphony Park with ideas which also take care of a number of other issues important to important people here, in return for this current City Council and mayor working so damn well together!
<—That’s Bob’s father Frank Beers on the left and his son Shaquille or Dwayne, or Buford, or Kyle or something like that!
As obnoxious, despicable, unreasonable, and tedious as these Queensridge/Badlands people have been getting on everyone’s last g*ddamn nerve with their demands on all of the rest of us in Ward II, I have never seen Bob Beers work so hard at compromise and resolution, nor have I ever seen the mayor and the City Council work so well and in tandem with one another to broker a final deal—and still these assholes are not satisfied and want even more! I know each of them very well and I am most impressed with their handling of these truly obnoxoius Queensridge people and their truly obnoxious demands upon the rest of us!
Of course we’ll be re-electing my friend Bob Beers back to City Council to represent us out in the West Valley because we’re both lucky and grateful to have him as our champion at City Hall!
‘We’re blessed, better than blessed’ as the song goes! And I just wanted to say ‘Thanks Bob’! You’re a good friend and fierce advocate for all of us and I just wanted you to know that we truly appreciate that about you Councilman!
A National Treasure!