Warren mayor calls Harold “Firecracker” Haugh an enemy of vets, dogs and small children

Warren Mayor Jim Fouts, already extraordinarily fireworks-averse, has launched a crackling attack on the new law and its author, Harold Haugh. For Fouts, the new problems with the state law go way beyond noise nuisances.

After a week of explosive fireworks displays, Fouts wrote a three-page letter to Rep. Haugh, a Roseville Democrat, that accuses him of insensitivity toward war veterans, dogs, cats and the frail elderly.

Citing complaints he has received about the new legality of rockets and firecrackers, Fouts wrote that Haugh’s law resulted in a fireworks bombardment for days that had harmful effects on “pets, small children, veterans suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome (PTSD) and those who suffer from Alzheimer’s” disease.

(Rep. Harold Haugh)

If Fouts didn’t make Haugh, a former fellow mayor, feel guilty with those remarks, Warren's leader dug in deeper to take the side of animal lovers.

Pet owners have complained, according to Fouts' letter, that the new leniency on fireworks has resulted in: cats screaming out in desperation, dogs urinating uncontrollably, one dog that has developed heart palpitations, and rescue dogs that are so anxiety ridden that they cower in the bathtub.

Haugh did all this?

Yes, and more. Fouts warns that, if not for the drenching rains early on July 4^th, the fireworks that are now legal would have resulted in numerous house fires due to the dry conditions that had prevailed.

Nonetheless, the mayor added, Haugh’s law has done more than enough damage in 2012 because it "empowers those who wish to terrorize their neighborhoods with loud, long lasting fireworks.”

The overall result of these “war zones” created by the Roseville lawmaker?

“Night after night, the sound and smell of fireworks permeate the night,” Fouts concluded, “keeping adults, children and pets awake and shattered all night.”

A lot of references to night. And darkness. And, essentially, evil.

The only thing missing from the Fouts' diatribe: Wanted, dead or alive ...