Randy Bauer wrote:
On Feb 21, 1:15 am, " wrote:
THINGS TO COME?

Susan Polgar's call for full transparency is more
than an exercise in good USCF citizenship. It is also
an unmistakable threat to the Board majority. And
almost certainly a substantive threat.

Namely: a bunch of podunk chess politicians, who
were feeling their power-oats, committed countless
arrogant acts that make no legal sense whatsoever and
have likely empowered Truong-Polgar in this legal case.

If one understands the true nature and, more
importantly, the manifestations of the political beast
that is a USCF politician, one understands that
irresponsible, self-defeating arrogance has been and
continues to be the modus operandi.

The self-confident and very detailed demands by
Susan Polgar for full disclosure leads me to alter an
earlier conclusion. I wrote that were Sam's legal
action dismissed tomorrow, GM Polgar would still rue
the day she ever became involved in USCF politics.

The glimmer of a different outcome peaks through
the curtain of events yet to come. Sam's legal action,
whatever its objective merits, will likely fail because
because the legal talent arrayed against our caped
crusader will outmatch his legal savvy and resources.
But there is another legal action that suggests itself:
Polgar-Truong v USCF. And that could turn out to be
the final chapter for the USCF as we know it.

What would better serve chess promotion in the
United States? The semi-public USCF that we have now
or a privately held USCF, owned and run by
Polgar-Truong?

But none of the above answers the question that
stays with me: why did Susan and Paul court Nemesis
in the form of Sam Sloan? Whether he is in the right
or the wrong, Sam's essential characteristic is constant:
he is a slavering-at-the-chops bulldog. He gets a grip on a
person's ankle -- before, perhaps, moving upwards into more
vulnerable bodily and legal areas -- and hangs on forever.
Or, at least, the number of years is large enough to make it
seem like forever.

Then there is Frank Niro. He had serious health
problems, and now this fated human moth is heading
south into the U.S. Open flame. The man must have
been driven mad by illness and his stint as USCF
executive director. Or, in a fit of penitential
maundering, he has settled upon painful,
chest-pounding self-destruction as a penance. There
are simply no other explanations for his wishing to
attend the U.S. Open -- of all possible chess tournaments.

So, then, Mr. Niro will launch his own Charge of
the Light Chess Brigade. "C'est magnifique, mais ce
n'est pas la guerre," said the French military
observer Bosquet while viewing the attack. We imagine
Mr. Niro, like Chesterton's Napoleon of Notting Hill
in the eponymous novel, carrying a pennant -- perhaps
of Oregon City, Oregon -- and expiring even as he
drives its pointed shaft into the left foot of Randy Bauer.

Mr. Bauer will then be hopping about on his
right hoof, holding his left in total agony, screaming
for a doctor. Mr. Niro's inert form will be lying
face down on the hotel carpet at the Delegates
Meeting. A curious bystander will prod at the corpse
with a foot and eventually turn it over. His eyelids
unclosed, Mr. Niro will be staring upwards, a subtle
smile on his lips that will eventually, in rigor
mortis, harden into a very wicked grin.

Unnoticed by others, Paul Truong will saunter
past the hopping Mr. Bauer and bring down with
crushing force the elevated heel of his right shoe
onto the toes of Mr. Bauer's uninjured foot. The
latter will then fly through the air onto the floor,
his corpus jerking like a speared fish, with redoubled
cries of agony beyond bearing.

Nearby, Sam Sloan quietly draws a line through
Frank Niro's name as among the defendants of his lawsuit.

Yours, Larry Parr

Don't drink and drive.

Randy Bauer
I wonder if Larry wrote this while soaking in a hot tub.