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My London, Corfiot, and Hong Kong friends are positively aGOG  over our local outbreak of peddyculosis.

Well, not the Greeks so much: one look at William K's patrician features and of course they claim him as their own, even holding up direct phonetic translation of his name into the affectionate diminutive Πεδδι (Pethi = Little Buddy) as evidence of his proud Ionian ancestry and diplomatic prowess.

Of course, let a NON -Greek even hint that his regal mien and raffish good looks radiate the integrity of a down-town Euphrates camel-driver, and he'd have his throat slit sooner than you can say 'Director of Building & Planning'.

Whereas the Brit and Cantonese contingent purse their lips and nod knowingly over Peddy's economy with the truth, over in the Cradle of Democracy, it's par for the course - nay, practically a political rite of passage - to glide from Bachelor Degree to third degree.

Everyone falling over themselves to check out his (presumably now discredited) Website of Hubris.

Where they *do* start looking nervous and invoking Saint Spiridon - and we're talking about a race whose national sport  is metaphorical campaign management - is over 'Wild Dog' Olsen's unambiguous and typo-free threatening of Mayor K. with "the next IED" over "other very funny business she and senior staff have been up to."

Despite assurances by me that this ballot buffoonery is all part of the master plan to attract sympathy for our dysfunctional equivalent of a mayoral candidate, they worry that the next Review front page will sport a photo of kyrios Ωlsenopoulos in fetching orange peering mournfully from the local hoosegow.

But gosh haven't things moved apace?

No sooner does The Buzz deliver its floating stinging exposé of Cathy's Clown than into the ring leaps Islander stalwart Steve Gardner followed in true tag-team fashion by the alliterative Baurick-bylined

My dear, talk about plugs. I could barely focus on the fruits of TB's ferreting for all the gushing acknowledgements of the Paulson/Nickum set-up.

(I do hope my faithful band of anonymous readerenes are noting all this conscientious "referencing".)

Blimey, I'm beginning to see what she means: all this carpal linking is enough to leave any blogger dull-witted.

Seriously, if I was in William K. Peddy's blue sude shoes, a light bead of perspiration would about now be adorning my noble brow.

Tristan Baurick knows his sleuthy stuff and I must forewarn Mr Olsen and his builder's mate boss that there's not much metaphorical about the new findings.

• On Friday morning, the Kitsap Regional Coordinating Council (KRCC) flatly denied Peddy’s claim to affiliation with that organization.
• Nor is there much to egregiously distort about KRCC Executive Director Mary McClure's “I’ve never heard of this man ... I’m keenly aware of how the island participates, and I don’t want the KRCC listed inappropriately. This is alarming.”
• City Administrator Mary Jo Briggs is investigating whether Peddy used false information to wangle his hod-carrying employment with the city.
• Meanwhile, the Olsen party trick of bouche-before-brain continues to bemuse, not only with his written commentary to the Buzz calling Briggs “a hypocrite”, but in allegations of improprieties by Mayor Darlene Kordonowy and other city officials.
• “Wait until the next IED"? Has the man completely lost his marbles?
• Ms Kordonowy may have been out of the office Friday and unreachable for comment, but I bet she'll have plenty to say once she and her attorneys reconvene.
• Speaking of attorneys, in shooting off lip and writ, is Olsen aware that a certain Dan Mallove parks his legal eagle slippers under the connubial Paulson four-poster?
• I agree with Cathy Nickum that Peddy’s four days of silence need to come to an end:
  • “Olsen’s doing all the speaking and we need to hear from the candidate.” Indeed.
  • “As a voter, I think truthfulness is pretty high on the qualification list for the mayor of our town. Peddy needs to come clean with the public.”

Double indeed.