The $900,000 is not the highway robbery part. This is:
Gusman pays his own lawyers, the firm of Usry, Weeks and Matthews, a flat rate of $68,000 every two weeks. If that arrangement continues, in the five years it will take him to pay the Southern Poverty Law Center its $900,000, he will have paid his own lawyers about $8.8 million.
Folks I must admit to lovin’ leaks going way far back. I contacted Mr. Rejebian to ascertain whether he was still being stonewalled by the Mississippi Development Authority. As of 6:00PM today I have not received a reply.
Details are trickling in on the now infamous cell phone video shot by cabbie Hervey Farrell in the case of the cab ride gone bad. I am not at liberty to disclose any details but this post on a Facebook video of Jennifer Gaubert singing for free cab fare (video since deleted) is instructive. Stay tuned as I’m gonna do my level best to nab the Farrell video for everyone to see.
Thursday, October 10th, 2013
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
IN LOUISIANA, JUST TELL EM’ I LIED!
The rancor and animosity of both political parties in Washington seem to be at an all-time high. Both sides are calling their opponents “liars,” and there are reports of tension building to the point where fistfights have nearly broken out within same party caucuses. Louisiana members of congress say they have never seen such bitterness and vicious personal attacks.
Even Governor Bobby Jindal joined the fray by accusing his own political party of being irresponsible. “We are not going to allow the Republican Party to be defined by the dysfunction in Washington.” But the Governor and the Bayou State’s congressional delegation might take note that they represent a state that many believe is quite dysfunctional itself, with a long and colorful history of legislative brawls, viciously partisan debate and charges of lying.
I was in the middle of such a legislative altercation in my first few months as a Louisiana state senator back in 1972. A controversial proposal to create a new trade school system was up for final passage in the waning minutes of the legislative session. I sat next to Senator “Big Jim” Jumonville, who was as brash and tenacious in debate on the senate floor as they come. He just never took no for an answer. Jumonville was opposing last minute amendments that would take one of the trade schools out of his district and move it to Baton Rouge.
The legislation would die at the stroke of midnight, and the official clock high on the back wall of the senate chamber was ticking away. With only seconds left, Jumonville pulled off his boot and heaved it at the clock in an effort to stave off the deadline. He missed. Off came the other boot as Big Jim hollered out to his colleague at the podium, “You are a liar.” He then rose back to throw the remaining boot. I put myself in grave danger by grabbing Jumonville’s arm in an effort to calm him down. He missed the clock a second time, and time ran out. I don’t think Big Jim ever forgave me. Continue reading “Jim Brown”