Horn Rapids: The PR Nightmare From Hell

So the Tri-City Herald article left out a few REALLY important details.

Cory Bittner and Jason Spence are not just “Pahlisch owners.”

They are Pahlisch employees.
They are voting HOA board members.
AND they sit on the ICC committee controlling approvals in Horn Rapids.

So the same people tied to the developer are somehow the gatekeepers deciding what gets approved, delayed, denied, redesigned, and financially strangled.

Cool cool cool.
Nothing weird there at all.

And then the article says Stew Stone “used to be” on the board.

Wrong.
Spectacularly wrong.

Stew IS on the board.

In fact, the Stew Cabal basically runs this place. Stew, Cory, and Jason all live in Bend, Oregon while controlling what happens in a Richland neighborhood they don’t even live in.

Make it make sense.

And let’s stop pretending The Links project appeared out of thin air one random Tuesday.

The paperwork existed.
The dirt lot existed.
The plans existed.

Everyone knew that land was developable. Sorry if Crosswater buyers were sold some magical forever-view fantasy, but that was never reality. We’re all stacked in here like Costco rotisserie chickens already. Welcome to Horn Rapids.

Also, demanding Brad Rew “negotiate” away legally buildable units at this stage is honestly wild. We are YEARS past kumbaya around the campfire territory.

This entire thing has turned into a full-blown HOA hostage situation wrapped in corporate doublespeak.

And now we get the grand finale tomorrow:
A ZOOM meeting.
At 4:15 PM.
On a Tuesday.

Please.

That wasn’t an accident. That was strategy. You don’t schedule a critical homeowner meeting during working hours unless your goal is crowd control and narrative management.

I expect Olympic-level verbal judo.
“Transparency.”
“Community values.”
“Moving forward positively.”
“Appreciate your concerns.”

Meanwhile homeowners are sitting here watching this place become a colossal PR dumpster fire while lawsuits, conflicts of interest, and damage control pile up like Amazon boxes on a porch.

And if I were Cedar Coast Capital or any investor attached to this mess?

I’d be absolutely LIVID.

This doesn’t even smell like “community protection” anymore. It smells like ego, retaliation, and a personal grudge dressed up as HOA governance.

Because from the outside looking in, this HOA feels less like a neighborhood association and more like a tiny group of power players using homeowners as collateral damage while spoon-feeding everyone polished corporate talking points over Zoom.

At this point, the most developed thing in Horn Rapids isn’t the golf course.

It’s the dysfunction.