Congressman Brad Mill (D-Raleigh) appears to have a secret. At least that’s the pattern that is emerging from the recent closed door meetings he’s been having around the state.
First, he invites Guilford County Commissioners and Greensboro City Council members to a “private” meeting with a Treasury Undersecretary in the gate city last week.
Next, he hold a closed door meeting at Raleigh’s Rex Hospital with employees.
Does he not believe in government transparency? What is he afraid to have reported by the press.
Speaking of the press. If you want to know what a real journalist looks like, one who knows how to make a government official squirm, then take a look at the Rhinoceros Times’ Scott Yost. He actually snuck into the Greensboro meeting, much to the chagrin of Miller’s staff and Treasury bureaucrats. Read his story here.
The Greensboro meeting may have violated state open meetings laws if a quorum of commissioners or council members were in attendance. The Miller’s staff and the T-men gave the classic response of “ask the other guy why.”
I have to tell you, Yost’s article is one of the best I have read on investigative journalism in a long time. Enjoy.
Keep up the good work, Yost and keep opening those closed government doors.
When I read the account of the Rex event in the N&O, I was struck by the fact that the paid mouth piece for the hospital was Melody Hunter-Pillion, a former journalist who should know better.
Come out, come out Brad Miller, where ever you are or the Rhino will come find you.
Rob says
Brad Miller is a democratic pawn; I wrote to hime to discuss healthcare and got a form letter… here is my response:
We rarely get a chance to see another country’s editorial about the USA
Read this excerpt from a Romanian Newspaper. The article was written by Mr. Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title ‘C’ntarea Americii, meaning ‘Ode To America ‘) in the Romanian newspaper Evenimentulzilei ‘The Daily Event’ or ‘News of the Day’.
~An Ode to America ~
Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even if you painted them all one color! They speak all the languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations and religious beliefs.
On 9/ll, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the Army, or the Secret Service that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape about.
Instead the Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand.
After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a government official or the president was passing. On every occasion, they started singing: ‘God Bless America !’
I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other hundreds or thousands of people.
How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being? Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put into collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy. What on earth unites the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their history? Their economic Power? Money? I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace, I thought things over, I reached but only one conclusion… Only freedom can work such miracles.
I want freedom from taxation, mediocraty, government abuse and programs like SSA and Medicare and Dept of Revenue…. enough is enough.