They might still be friends someday. May 17, 2013

 


 

Never trust anybody in this game to be your friend – sincerely.

This includes the conflict between the freeholder and the virgin mayor, and all those who claim a side in this political bloody contest.

The freeholder is a well-known associate of the opposition state senator, who had backed the previous incumbent mayor against the virgin mayor, and is still peeved the Virgin Mayor won.

But as loyal to the virgin mayor as RR claims to be, the Freeholder doesn’t see him as such as bad guy, and recalls a time when RR helped him (the freeholder) get out of a mess with a parking permit.

“He made me feel like I was the most important person in the room,” the freeholder told me. “I think after all this is over and done with the two of us might even become friends.”

What a fool! RR’s act was pure snow job, even though the two men had one thing in common, both had worn a wire for the feds at one point.

Only the freeholder hadn’t tried to shake down illegal Mexicans who worked the local restaurants, never threatened to call ICE on them the way RR had. The freeholder had never turned in other cops in order to get out of being charged with the shakedown crime the way RR had.

What the Freeholder didn’t know until I told him is that RR claims to have photographs of the freeholder engaged with Dominican prostitutes, pictures RR intends to use to discredit the freeholder as a witness in the upcoming trial.

It seems sex with prostitutes seems to be a prominent political weapon for all sides in this amazing county, and I would not put it past RR to have hired them himself just for this contingency.

The Freeholder denies the whole, but acknowledges the fact that the virgin mayor managed to buy off another potential witness with a high paying political job in town hall.

You have to wonder how she, the poet feels about all this, since she is still complaining she doesn’t get paid enough (though I’m told she’s arranged to get a $20,000 hike in her yearly salary this month, and makes me wonder who she had to blackmail to get that.)

RR is so slimy, I wouldn’t put it passed him to ask her to perform some of these acts on his behalf, though frankly, I suspect that would be the last straw with her if he tried.

She might spy for him; she might lie for him. She might manipulate the stories she writes for him. But I suspect she has too much dignity to ever do the dirty deeds he needs done.

At least, I hope she has more common sense than that.


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