Detroit’s Pensioners Screwed Themselves (And So Are All Other Public Pensioners)
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Public sector union members thoughtfully and politely discuss the possible reduction of their pension benefits with the taxpayers footing the outsized and ever-growing bill. |
Detroit’s public sector unions are squealing like stuck Irish pigs about their pensions being treated as just another unsecured obligation of a bankrupt employer. ‘Puter wrote about bankruptcy judge Steven W. Rhodes’ decision hereyesterday.
‘Puter’s written extensively on public sector pension obligations and bankruptcy law. ‘Puter’s always believed public pension benefits are properly treated as unsecured claims in bankruptcy, regardless of any contrary state law. And that’s exactly what Judge Rhodes held as a matter of law. While it’s satisfying to see his longstanding position vindicated, ‘Puter’d rather focus on the incoherence in the unions’ new claims.
Faced with the likelihood union members’ pensions will be crammed down in Detroit’s bankruptcy, unions immediately switched tactics, claiming union pensioners are blameless victims of heartless politicians. Unions are telling anyone who will listen that public workers are hardworking middle class men and women who through no fault of their own have been wrongfully stripped of their meager retirement savings.
Here’s a sampling of some of ‘Puter’s favorite quotes from unions and unionistas regarding Judge Rhodes’ decision.

Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.