Three days and change should have been enough time to do what a man has to do. It wasn’t. I spent a full day going over papers with Dostoyevsky. He insists that I should follow up on things that don’t make much sense to me.
He got his start as a radical back in the Vietnam era. He was one of those “Ho Chi Minh’s gonna win, win, win types.” Then he woke up and saw that everyone was basically screwed by corporate interests. I mean, you want to talk about welfare queens? Have a look at the U.S. tax code. Corporations have more public assistance doled out than anyone else.
I’m off point. We were looking at some paperwork that a reporter down in Washington had dug up. He’s not with the Post or the Times. He’s a guy working for a little alternative rag. Anyway, this guy was all over the domestic spying story long before it broke in the national media.
It seems that there is more to everything going on at city hall than meets the eye. First I thought the body bag thing was bad. Then came the hazmat stuff, which to my mind is more dreadful.Toss in the extortion and you’ve got a Trifecta.
By the way, I still haven’t gotten into the corruption yet. I’ll do that tomorrow. I have to go now.
