Deception or self-deception? Feb. 4, 2013

 

 

She apparently was strutting her PR stuff last week, when she apparently lied to D, her replacement at our office, in an off the record remark.

She claimed the director for housing authority (who allegedly ignored the pleas of a homeless woman) was the appointment of the congressman, who served a mayor before becoming congressman, when in fact the appointment was made by the mayor after him and prior to the Virgin Mayor.

She wanted D to make the congressman look bad, continuing the campaign she had waged on behalf of RR when she still worked in our office.

This suggests another RR maneuver, finding another backdoor way to get at the congressman when his first plan failed. RR may be nervous about losing his position as Deputy Mayor if the Virgin Mayor is forced to resign, since the Congressman and the Small Man would be the people who get to decide who to replace the Virgin Mayor with.

The fact that she would lie to D on such easily checkable fact suggests she is either extremely naïve or a piss poor liar, maybe a little of both, suggesting she is more than a little over her head when it comes to behind the scenes stuff, and may find herself being talked into doing things she wouldn’t herself think to do otherwise.

She clearly wants to be a power player, and may well have street smarts in other areas, just not in this, tending to live herself under the protection of other people, therefore vulnerable to doing what they ask her to do in exchange.

At times like these I find it hard to mistake her for the Black Widow the congressman’s PR person claims her to be, showing all too often in the poems she posts just how truly vulnerable she is, yet terrified at times when someone threatens to tear the mask off to expose just who she really is.


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