Who of sound mind and reasonable agency would allow Michael Daly to supplant their conscience to whisper his craven propaganda in their ear? “Hi,” he simpers, “it’s me again. Your good conscience whispering in your ear!” [“Forward, Not Back,” Letters, April 4].
His latest letter is accompanied by a full-page ad, and an inflammatory guest essay in Newsday. All in a single week; the real estate market must be really slow.
This Realtor, self-anointed preacher, self-appointed leader of East End YIMBY, and disseminator of Ralph Fasano’s Concern for Independent Living plans and demands to develop the contested Liberty Gardens on County Road 39, sits on the town’s Zoning Board of Appeals and preaches from a private one-family house off a preserve in North Haven.
This psycho-babbling, anecdote-swilling, religioso-proselytizer now claims exclusivity of reason, morals, ethics and legality — and a privileged hold on your (sic) “good conscience.” All in service to vilifying the considerable public who oppose his hero’s development plans.
Absent evidence or example, but in fealty to the message, he accuses the opposition to Liberty Gardens of ignorance, bigotry, racism, jealousy, elitism, lying, mindlessness, fear-mongering, NIMBYism, and impaired psyches needing to “release their pain.”
Going forward, he pontificates, “time will expose us (sic) or promote us (sic) for what we really are.” Unfortunately, Daly has fully exposed himself for what he really is in real time.
Unimpeachable — except maybe from the ZBA? — he insists that “we” (sic), whom he presumptuously speaks for, are “seeing little red devils running around, spouting fear, travesty, the end of life as we know it,” released by opponents of Liberty Gardens. “Little red devils,” it goes without saying, that he created, and only he sees.
What allows Daly, a self-inventing, self-serving windbag, to create havoc at public hearings (remember the Liberty Gardens sideshow?) and to vilify the public with craven attacks while relentlessly pushing a developer’s plan before the town?
Only one of his contradictions: Daly is a real estate agent who demands an end to the evil of single-family houses. What would he sell? What is he selling now?
If, like me, you swat this developer-whisperer’s virulent “advocacy” away like a swarm of gnats, his misinformation, and whom he peddles it to, and whom he peddles it for, should not go unchecked. Public housing is where the money is now, flowing like a golden river from the state.
Personal space notwithstanding, sanitation should at very least govern the day. Bad faith rising from what Daly and Fasano cook up is producing a discernible stench. Hygiene alone should forbid letting Daly near enough to enter your head, let alone permit him to blow his bad conscience into your ear.
Frances Genovese
Southampton