Driving out to my summer place in the Berkshires Friday afternoon past, Cornelius, my chauffeur/ gentleman’s gentleman, turned on that horrible horrible chat show The Howie Carr. Before I could order a channel change the reader said a chap named Jack Sullivan of Commonwealth Magazine would be spilling the dilly on the federal probation trial currently taking longer than Cromwell took to destroy Ireland.
Jolly good I thought. Now we will hear an intelligent and experienced newspaperman explaining what the jury is hearing and the significance of it.
I was overjoyed in expectations for the chance to have the average unwashed Howie Carr listener learn more about the legalities of the case, the significance of a federal indictment, Judge Young and the legal community complaints of lack of precedent, no quid pro quo, the selectiveness of the prosecution, under the government’s theory these indictments could apply to job hirings in the private sector when a big boss skips some in-house procedures at times exercising his lawful powers (i.e. this being a state commission is a red herring) the state judges crying because a new legally implemented and proper law took their hiring power away, Judge Mulligan’s need to get it back and his hiring practices for the courts, Judge Mulligan’s hiring of SJC Justice Botsford’s son-in-law the day before she had to cast the last and deciding vote to re-appoint Mulligan to the chief’s position and much more.
Finally I couldn’t wait to hear it explained how the case rests on Judge Mulligan acting shocked (shocked!!) when he heard that O’Brien was playing politics in his political job.
Instead I got the vapors listening to who I believed was a proper writer but rather I heard a Howie Carr sycophant selling out his craft, his readers, and Carr’s listeners.
Some day I will have the trustee give Cornelis the capital needed to acquire a more modern auto with an FM receiver. I hear WJIB plays wonderful music for drives such as these.
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Listen up friends. You know those people who seem invisible but are everywhere when you feel like spending a little dough. You know, hit a nice restaurant, maybe spend a few nights at a four or five star hotel, take a cab instead of the T, hire a landscaper instead of pushing to Toro, house cleaner house cleaners house cleaners instead of cleaning your own disgusting toilets, and ladies don’t forget those nail salons. Fourteen year old Asian lads like sports too.
Like the Italians, Irish, Jews, Pole, the miscellaneous, and their kids got Ebbets Field the Costa Ricans, the Brazilians, the Jamaicans, the Estonians, the Egyptians the miscellaneous, and their kids deserve an outdoor stadium built for soccer, near where they live, on the T.
Somerville, down the street from the Sullivan Square T Station and the dormant Wonderland dog track on the Blue Line in Revere are the best choices IMHO. These areas are in the heart of immigrant nation. Somerville, Cambridge, Malden, Everett, East Boston, Chelsea, and Revere. These are the soccer fans of today and tomorrow and they need and deserve a stadium in a convenient location.
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Martha Coakley proposed and supports draconian 1984 like powers for law enforcement known as the wire tap bill. Maura Healy is on the record supporting it.
Guess what? An insignificant number of voters care about super pacs, people’s pledges, and 99% of the other usual crap thrown around. They do however care about civil liberties and excessive police powers and abuse.
Like Ed King hit on taxes, drinking age and death penalty (I think) over and over again I want hear 1984 go together with Coakley and Healy.
Steve Grossman has to convince the dems and independents that Martha can’t win against Charlie and as much as you want to vote for Berwick it’s self-defeating.
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Professor Maurice Cunningham aka Professor Mo aka Professor O-Mae nailed it the other day when he said
the traditional interest group liberals (sorry, I meant progressives)
How can people smarter and more ethical than everyone else be called an interest group? I don’t get it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwMzgEmrvs4
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Not sure what it means but Cornelius asked me to inform all of you that I am on twitter.
Funny, i’ve heard of being on the lamb, being in the take, being on the run, being on the dole, being on the fence, being on drugs, being on the hopper, being on the rag, being on the shit, being on the bright, but I never heard of being on twitter.