Wednesday Video: Excuse me while I take a few calls from our friends in Canada

Wayne I promise I haven’t forgotten about you bro and as an added bonus I’ll roll out where Ken Trahan was really working as he was not a paralegal. I also have a guest post from ‘Gate coming that examines how Jefferson parish likes to throw big amounts of tax dollars away in legal fees.


Garlandfill you can bullshit some of the people some of the time but here at Slabbed we’re immune from your cheap wordsmithing tricks.

There is a stereotype that people here down in the deep south are illiterate racist dumbasses that is sadly reinforced by the charlatans from the area we elect to higher office such as Texas Gov Rick Perry.  Appearances are often deceiving though as there is actually plenty of homespun wisdom that belies the stereotype such as that found on ‘Gate guest post on Lafitte Mayor Tim Kerner. The people here know they are electing crooks to office, at least the minority that are engaged politically. It is accompanied by a sense of helplessness that nothing will change the system so you pick the pol that pays the most attention to your pecuniary needs knowing it means making a bargain with the devil.  IMHO this is also what turns off the majority of the voters – you know the ones that stay home every election day.

I mention all this because the fallout from Paul Rioux’s blockbuster story on Robinette taking payola from Fred Heebe could not be ignored on the backside of the long labor day weekend and judging from the comments left in the paper and the sentiments expressed in the blogosphere the locals know Garland is still trying to blow smoke up our collective ass.  Watching this scandal play out on the Tee Vee news was fun last night.  My expectations were low to begin with and frankly they were not exceeded with one exception as the majority of the coverage was along the lines of what appeared on Gambit’s website in a bland journalistic recitation of Garland’s prepared remarks that really lent no insight to the continued bullshit coming from Team Garlandfill. The exception was Kim Holden’s report for Fox 8 which had that bland recitation part but also contained the insights of a real estate specialized lawyer in Marx Sterbcow. For those that like connecting dots Marx is the son of Arthur Sterbcow. Arthur of course made the news last year when he was canned from Latter & Blum after he assisted the T-P in exposing some problems in property tax assessments in Jefferson Parish crossing Lawrence Chehardy (and Dutchie Connick) in the process. The Sterbcows know their real estate and Holden was smart to get reaction from Marx because Garlandfill’s story has  problems as I predicted when I said he was better off not saying anything (because once you get on the slippery slope of lies and buillshit there is only one place for the crap to flow).  Here is a snippet:

According to Robinette’s attorney, the loan from Heebe was backed by a vacant lot Robinette’s wife, Nancy Rhett, owns in Tchefuncte Club Estates in Covington.

FOX 8 searched St. Tammany Parish Clerk of Court records and did not find any legal documentation to show the property was used as collateral.

Local real estate attorney Marx Sterbcow says it is highly unusual, given the amount of money involved. Continue reading “Garlandfill you can bullshit some of the people some of the time but here at Slabbed we’re immune from your cheap wordsmithing tricks.”

Jim Brown

Thursday, September 1st, 2011
Dallas, Texas


Does anyone take serious vacations anymore? In the “good old days,” schools did not start again until the Monday after Labor Day. The last two weeks in August used to be a popular time for families to get away to the beach for a final summer fling. But not anymore. The American family vacation seems to be dying.

In days of old, I always joined in our family excursions at summer’s end. There was no electronic requiem involved. No cell phone rings, no BlackBerry buzzes, and no laptop beeps. It was Lake Michigan in my early years, Lake George, New York in my college days, and from my twenty’s on it was annual summer vacations in Gulf Shores, Alabama.

Back in the 60’s and 70s, there was no high rises on the Gulf Coast, no water parks, and a few local seafood restaurants. Just a lot of single story beach houses with long porches facing the Gulf. There was no local phone service back then, and you had to bring your own drinking water. We brought our sheets and towels from home, because the well water was full of iron and made the wash gray and stiff. No TV and no air conditioning. Continue reading “Jim Brown”