In case you missed it last night, check all the shenanigans of the House Leadership elections. [Page One]
Louisvillian and musical icon Will Oldham gets profiled in the New Yorker. Probably one of the best articles about him that we’ve ever read. [New Yorker]
Ha – Jody says he’s not the super counter he thought it was. At least he has a sense of humor. And then there’s this: When asked whether he thought Gov. Steve Beshear meddled in the race between him and Rep. Greg Stumbo, Richards declined to comment. His wife, Neva, however, stood next to him and swiftly nodded her head up and down. [Stephenie Steitzer]
So how right or wrong was Mark Hebert? [Mark Hebert]
Larry Dale has the vote totals. Stumbo 34, Richards 31; Clark 47, Jenkins 18; Stacy 33, Thompson 32; Bigoted Damron 34, Hoffman 31. We hope Kelly Flood feels great about supporting Bob Damron. We hope she’ll feel even better the next time he attempts to legislate hatred and ignorance. [Larry Dale Keeling]
Indeed, Andy, indeed. The governor is certainly flirting with disaster. [Kentucky Club for Growth]
The United States Attorney’s office says it needs more time to prepare for the case against Robert Felner. Meanwhile, Scott Cox is still babbling on about Felner’s right’s being violated when he was interrogated about squandering/stealing millions and millions of OUR tax dollars. [WLKY]
Is Harry Moberly out as budget chair? Harry got the best line of press yesterday, in reference to Greg Stumbo, “I was one of the ones who engineered the revolt that made it more open and broader,” Moberly said. “If he’s saying I’ve been against that, then he’s lying.” [Ronnie Ellis]
Greg Stumbo admits that there were fights within the caucus yesterday. [State Journal]
Don’t you love how the Associated Press refers to Martin Cothran’s hate organization as a “pro-family” group? He’s now communications director for Say No To Casinos, which means we know that it’s not really about casinos or gambling. The far right wing thinks gambling brings in the scary homosexuals who want to recruit your children! [WAVE3]
Speaking of Cock-run… Yeah, Marty, I’m here. Bend over, sweetie, and take it like a champ because you’ll need Democrats on your self-hating side if you want to stop gambling. [Self-Hater]
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1 Novena // Jan 7, 2009 at 7:48 pm
“Bobby’s Imagined Confession”
“I didn’t do anything, officers–at least nothin’ new under the sun I haven’t done for the past several decades. Do I look like a crook? A UofL dean, I’m about to be a university president. I have fine clothes, a huge salary, big homes, some gorgeous dames serving my every need. A bunch of losers following my daily commands. Would I give all that up for some stinkin’ grant money? How much you want? One of my houses–in Florida, maybe? No problem. Jeez, I got it bad, gotta make it to the can. Yeah, escort me if you must. I’m leakin’ a straight line across this expensive rug. (To himself) God help me–I know I’m agnostic–but I need your mercy now. F+++in’ help me. I’m sweatin’ somethin’ fierce . . . too many tacos for lunch, officers. Help me to the can, please . . . I feel like a freakin’ invalid. I’m innocent as white on rice. I’m dyin’ . . . (To himself) I see visions of that damn ed from Rhode Island dancing in my brain. He’s got an axe handle aimin’ at me. I’m dyin.” Followed by white noise in the cranium, as he plunges to the formica.
2 ed // Jan 8, 2009 at 8:28 am
I’d love to think I pop into his head in his moments of deep and desparate panic. In fact, I’d like to think I have a recurring role in his nightmares. But I’d happily settle for him leaking more and more lines across rugs each day.
I don’t know what happened in that conference room, or what the outcome will be regarding anything he said in there. Still, with over 17,000 pages of evidence…including those yummy emails and a paper trail a 5 year old could follow…I can’t let myself believe that anything allowed or not allowed from those hours will have a tremendous impact on the final outcome.
Ergo…..he’s a Bubba Toy Walking, and he knows it. That realization has to be battery acid to his soul. I’d like to think he’ll be in diapers by the trial.
It would be interesting to that picture Jake posted of him at the baseball game, next to one of him at the end of the trial. I’m guessing it will be like those of presidents as they enter and leave office. Hopefully worse.
3 Novena // Jan 8, 2009 at 9:55 am
“In the Heat of the Patrol Car”
Officer Gillespie: “Sumpin’ freaky about that Bobby guy. Is he a squirrel or like Lucifer?”
Officer Skinner: “Man, he had a ton going for him, especially those sweet ladies.”
Officer Gillespie: “Now, he’s probably in a fetal position in the men’s room.”
Officer Skinner: “Did you notice all those temptin’ belles were blondes?”
Officer Gillespie: “How could I miss it? That’s the one consistent thing in the whole damn mess. He really loves blondes.”
Officer Skinner: “More than money?”
Officer Gillespie: “Yeah, he’s a greedy SOB. There’ll be no need for women where he’s goin.’”
Officer Skinner: “Right, Bubba’ll see to that. Can you believe he did his thing right under the UofL honchos’ noses?”
Officer Gillespie: “Yeah, they like money too much, too.”
4 Novena // Jan 8, 2009 at 5:35 pm
“Calling Investigation Headquarters”
Mr. Hoover: “I hope you checked all of his computers very, very carefully.”
Mr. Mueller: “Yes, sir. I even hit my head on his desk drawer and out came mountains of used Taco Bell wrappers.”
Mr. Hoover: “Find anything of interest?”
Mr. Mueller: “A lot of raw, hard-core stuff on the Internet tallies. Also, a lot of essential e-mail so that even a pre-schooler could piece together our case against him. Relevant details all over the place–from Kentucky, Illinois, Rhode Island, New York, you name it.”
Mr. Hoover: “Anything else?”
Mr. Mueller: “A lot of blonde hairs on the semi-smashed keyboards–almost as if somebody sat on them. Some crunched hard drives, too.”
Mr. Hoover: “Let’s stick with the e-mail evidence. And, bud, let’s go light on the UofHell, okay?”
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