You may recall that our old friend Eugene Delgaudio, a member of the Board of Supervisors of Loudon County, Virginia, was under investigation for a variety of accusations of misusing his position on the board for personal gain. That board has now handed down some discipline (and not the kind I bet he’d like):
The Loudoun County Board of Supervisors took decisive disciplinary action against Sterling Supervisor Eugene Delgaudio on Wednesday night, issuing a strong condemnation of problems identified in a special grand jury’s report about the veteran public official last month.
In three separate votes, the supervisors moved to formally censure Delgaudio; to place his district budget under the control of the full board, except for minor expenditures; to remove his staff aides; and to prohibit him from serving on any county, local and regional committees…
The board’s action came in response to a June 24 special grand jury report that marked the end of a months-long criminal investigation of Delgaudio, who faced accusations by a former staff aide that he used his county office to benefit his political campaign.
The special grand jury did not indict the Sterling supervisor, but the jurors took the unusual step of issuing a report that outlined a number of possible problems with the operation of Delgaudio’s public office. Those issues included the potential misuse of county resources and county employees; a suspicion of unreported campaign donations; a lack of focus on constituent services; a hostile work environment; and the blurring of lines between work done for his county office and his anti-gay, conservative nonprofit organization, Public Advocate of the United States.
One stormy night I drove to a mailshop hidden deep in a nearly deserted stand of warehouses. I’d heard something was up and wanted to see for myself. As I rounded the final turn my eyes nearly popped. Tractor-trailers pulled up to loading docks, cars and vans everywhere and long-haired, earring-pierced men scurrying around running forklifts, inserters and huge printing presses. Trembling with worry I went inside. It was worse than I ever imagined. Row after row of boxes bulging with pro-homosexual petitions lined the walls, stacked to the ceiling. My mind reeled as I realized hundreds, maybe thousands, more boxes were already loaded on the tractor-trailers. And still more petitions were flying off the press. Suddenly a dark-haired man screeched, “Delgaudio what are you doing here?” Dozens of men began moving toward me. I’d been recognized. As I retreated to my car, the man chortled, “This time Delgaudio we can’t lose.” Driving away, my eyes filled with tears as I realized he might be right. This time the Radical Homosexuals could win.
If that makes you open up your wallet and send money, it’s pretty incredible that you managed to get the email without burning your house down in the first place.