Where to go from here? Jan. 18, 2012

  

No news is good news, but I don’t trust the resounding silence coming out of the RR camp, especially in this era of conspiracies, conspiracy theories, calculation, and perhaps in this case, miscalculation.

RR wants something, but nobody knows exactly what – or more precisely, everybody has a different theory, no two theories adding up to anything logical.

Perhaps she, RR and their close associates talk about amongst themselves, and RR may even want to use her to get it, urging her on by feeding her ambition, even though it is even less clear what she ultimately wants.

Although it is pretty clear to me, what he wants is his badge back, proof of he is not crazy or corrupt and if he is made a cop again people might forget entirely what got him fired in the first place or that he was a dirty cop who got caught and then to save himself turned on his own friends.

Fired and unable to get his old job back, RR became an avenger, searching out and prosecuting what he considers dirty cops, but is as often wrong in his assessment as he is right, traveling across state lines to sue or protest.

“He has big plans I can’t talk about,” she told me during a phone interview back in September, her voice so thick with admiration, even after he lost his legal battle to get back his job last year.

It almost seems that she might do anything for him and may well explain why she went as far as she did with us to help him overthrow the congressman – who he falsely blamed for his inability to regain his job.

Now both of them seem to cling to the Virgin Mayor, RR, hoping to broker this relationship into becoming county sheriff. But what does she get? What is her ultimate goal?

It’s hard to trickle up when there’s no place to trickle up to.

 

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