He owns a mansion and a yacht.
[via The Poor Man]
Monthly Archives: May 2005
Friday the 13th
Crockett is going down
The thing that’s most entertaining about Jim Hahn’s latest campaign email is its stink of failure. It reeks like a gangrenous wound. Catching a whiff of it, one wants to suggest that maybe he shouldn’t be going outside right now, waving that thing in people’s faces…
The second most entertaining thing is the image that Hahn is trying to paint of Villaraigosa with the email title “Miami Vice in L.A.?” The image of a swarthy man in a shiny suit jetting down to the Florida Keys to pick up a very special suitcase…
Little Murders
One of the renowned freeway shootings just occured at the 5 and 14 interchange. Windows blown out, no injuries. The interchange is about two miles from me, and I drive through it twice a day.
NPR now does a story on the springtime freeway shootings — “a flurry.” They try to work the gang angle. From their DC headquarters, they broadcast LA television news clips at me, which is something I’ve avoided so well up to now.
“Their [police] best weapon might be commuters and their cell phones — two things Los Angeles has plenty of.”
Ooh, zinger!
NPR reporter: Luke Burbank
Little Murders, 1971. Eliot Gould
Update:
furthering the mood of an apocalypse occuring in my peripheral vision — as I was driving home on the freeway, I saw a streetlight flashing madly between it’s colors like a video game monster. I could only see it in the mirror between trees, so maybe it was nothing. Nothing at all.
