Legalectric

OH MY DOG! Did you know I’m a terrorist? In what world…

Red Wing’s Mayor Mike Wilson apparently thinks I’m a terrorist? Maybe that’s why last April he demanded that the Chair of Red Wing’s Sustainability Commission NOT present me with their Jay McCleary Sustainability Award for my environmental and energy work, at the Council meeting that night, as is standard practice! Just NO! He has no right, and no basis, to make such demands. Needless to say, the show went on:

Wilson apparently thinks I’m a terrorist? Guess that’s why, back in April 2021, when I’d sent flyers out about the City Attorney’s position on the Red Wing recall, that he badgered and berated me with a phone call demanding to know who I sent it to, where I got the list, and loudly and forcefully said “DON’T YOU EVER SEND ANYTHING TO ME AT MY HOME ADDRESS!” What? What a crime that is… (and so logically, I wasn’t about to drop anything off at his door!) Oh how I wish I had recorded that call. After all, the recall flyer I sent was so threatening and revolutionary:

And the bizarreness continues. So what happened last week? It started with a letter in a drop box. Why put a letter in the drop box? There was a Probable Cause hearing scheduled for September 19, and by 4:30 p.m. on September 18, we were to file any exhibits, by email, to all parties and the judge at Office of Administrative Hearings. I couldn’t get it done by 4:30 — I’d requested an estimate on the cost for signs in various locations to get an idea of “market rates” and received it late on the 18th (that turn around was quick and appreciated), so I formatted the pages, wrote a quick cover letter, and here it is, the Cover and Exhibit:

Pretty scary stuff, huh…

I tried to file with OAH but it wouldn’t let me in. Next I fired off email to Gary Iocco’s campaign email, looked up RRJ Redwing’s Dehn Oil and found John Dehn’s email (CEO according to Secretary of State), and then spent ages looking for an email for Mike Wilson other than the City email. The only one I could find was for his Red Wing Marine Museum, info@redwingmarinemuseum, but that bounced. That left the option of heading over to the “headquarters,” 2355 Old West Main per the business registration at Secretary of State’s Office, and finding a place to put it. There is a drop box there for the drivers, keys and ? maybe a bill of lading? inside, other paperwork in sheet protectors. I put it in, carefully positioning the envelope to have my logo on the edge, easily identifiable with my name and address, and snapped this photo:

Then I texted this photo to Wilson and my neighbor Joanne who works there, to let them know it was in the drop box. Clear example of “best efforts.”

September 18th, after I’d dropped off the letter and let Wilson and my neighbor know about the letter, Wilson somehow went from hearing about it and seeing a photo of it to being so “concerned” that he “had to notify authorities” — and yet he’ seen on video that I’d put a letter in the driver’s drop box at 2355 Old West Main. Moi, clearly ID’d. WHAT?!?!

“HAD TO NOTIFY AUTHORITIES” SNORT!

Well, I did check with the Red Wing Police the afternoon of September 19, after learning of Wilson’s fear and that he “had to notify authorities.” RWPD’s Records person was very helpful. They “don’t have anything with Wilson’s name on it” and there had been “no call to Dispatch that would have created a call.” Hmmmmmm, what authorities were notified? Or were they?

Wilson’s response on the record, to my placing the letter in the drop box, as stated during the Probable Cause hearing:

I was contacted last night by the manager that something was left in a mailbox down there at the Wilson Oil Company office, and I wasn’t sure, she said it was an envelope placed in there with, and I saw somebody sent me a picture of it, and I wasn’t sure who that came from, so I wasn’t sure, with nowdays with, I was very concerned about that, and, because I didn’t know if there was something dangerous in there, or I didn’t know what to do about it, so I had to notify authorities, so this is putting mail in a mail box, is a, well, nowdays the way things are going, I was very concerned, and my family was very concerned, so we didn’t know what to do.

What to do? Oh, I just don’t know what to do!!! Well, how about look at the photo with MY NAME and MY return address?

DOH! How about ask the manager, my neighbor, who called him? (After I’d sent the text, I called my neighbor to let her know what it was about, and she’s a fully competent human, and I’d guess when she called him later, she’d let him know that I’d put it there.)

And the text to his cell — apparently it struck terror into his heart! Again, how about asking “the manager” who was on the text as well? And he should remember that number because he’d called me twice on that number after looking it up — he should know! And since I know he can look up my number, as he did before his phone calls, well, even if he didn’t, how about google or whitepages? My phone number is no secret!

Here’s the full text of his comments in the Probable Cause hearing, not an official transcript, but a pretty close rendition (this weirdness was PAINFUL to listen to, initially, and the many replays it took to capture it in writing):

Just WOW! It must be painful to walk around with a worldview like that, fearful, so concerned, you know how it is these days, and he’s the Mayor and security is so important, and him not knowing what to do. Not able to ask the manager why she was calling, what she knew about it. Maybe he’s not able to read? But my name, address, and logo was out there, up front. No words needed, he said he saw the video and that he recognized it was me — so how does he get from my presence with a letter to being “so concerned” that he “had to notify authorities.” How was it “very disturbing.” As is said often these days, “THAT’S JUST WEIRD!”