Must be a duck.
Or in this case Matt Amarello.
This is the man who heads the Massachusetts Turnpike Authority. Which if you don't know, is not funded by state or federal funds, but rather by toll revenue, air rights, and advertising. Which pretty much makes it a great big private road.
Yes, that's where your Turnpike tolls go. Straight back to Fat Matt.
These days Fat Matt is fighting to keep his quarter million a year job. This is not the first time either. Problem is that this time he is fighting Metro Mitt, our Ken-doll governor, and he is pissed! It's like watching a Slim Jim wrestle a marshmallow.
The difference is that this time the MTA's incompetence has killed a person, and from what is coming to light, it is only by some stroke of macabre luck that more people were not killed.
Not only does the MTA manage the Turnpike, but it also oversees that quagmire of money and shoddy construction known as the Big Dig. From the beginning Matt Dumbarello has resisted any kind of third party evalutation or oversight, and that smells bad to me.
And to anyone who grew up with siblings, let me remind you that when you were a kid and you punched your brother or sister in the face and they ran to tell on you, didn't you crap your pants a little? Because even though you were your own person, your parents could still tell you what to do. This smells like a kid who crapped in his pants to me.
For those of you who don't know, the Turnpike is the highway that goes from one end of the state to the other the long way. For a major roadway used by thousands of people everyday, it is suspicious that Matt won't let anyone in to check out what's going on.
Especially now when it turns out that the tunnel system seems to be crumbling back into the Habah.