Gee Aaron I know a few months ago you put your hand on the bible and swore you committed multiple felonies but in your heart of hearts are you really guilty?
I do not begrudge WWL TeeVee airing BrousStar’s last performance (sans silly ear bandage) before he hits the Federal penitentiary, rather it was the attempted image makeover by Eric Paulsen, whose personal feelings for his long time friend in the former Goatherder in Chief ooze throughout the puff interview that I found offensive. It is pathetic to the point where everyone should watch it.
Paulsen’s puff interview makes for a nice compare and contrast with the interview Patsy Brumfield of the North East Mississippi Daily Journal conducted with Dick Scruggs last week, before he went back to prison. Brumfield is a respected print journalist in Mississippi media circles and there were no softball, “Gee Dick are you really guilty” type questions in her account of the interview Scruggs gave her no sir. One thing they did discuss is a part of the prison experience that certainly awaits the former Goatherder in Chief to which I previously alluded in the joyous transfer to a low security facility. Dick Scruggs explains via Patsy:
He spent much of his sentence in Ashland, but when his presence was required in Mississippi for court hearings, he experienced the prison system’s transit process on buses and planes through Oklahoma City and Atlanta.
While he said Oklahoma City’s prison wasn’t too bad, the worst was Atlanta – notoriously where Chicago mobster Al Capone spent some time.
Atlanta was “a hell hole” of filth, noise and 23-hour-per-day lockup where only the orderlies had any freedom because they were responsible for food delivery and cleanup, such as it was, Scruggs says.
After a week in solitary, Scruggs said he used postage stamps – prison currency – to bribe his way out to be an orderly.
Adventures galore await the former Chief Dragon Queen:
Rats and roaches were everywhere, he says about the Atlanta “nightmare” where sensory deprivation was the rule. He learned to calculate time by watching the Atlanta airport flight path and one specific plane that flew in daily about 4 p.m., he estimated. An hour later, they’d go to supper.
In Atlanta headed for Ashland, his cellmate was a pimp…..
For those of you that had your lives turned upside down by the Broussard flood of August 29, 2005, I would hope the above will provide some measure of solace for the problems caused by the man’s unbridled greed and unquenched thirst for money. True punishment awaits.