You know....in the course of writing this blog I have come across some snakes in the grass whose level of depravity truly amazed me.
Meffert...is at least, human. St. Pierre....I'm not so sure. Aaron Bennett...is a freak with even freakier friends (Dude is a Trashanova wannabe).
They're all characters fo' true.
But then along comes a guy whose proclivity for graft and bullshit leaves my head spinning like a coked-up, midget, dancer spiraling down a greased, stripper pole...upside down.
Yes I've seen that...and we're talking Whirling Dervish on acid....please feel free to query me at our next encounter.
Meanwhile...I think this cat, Bill Loiry, is the unholy child of Kirsha and Meffert.
I'm talking about traveling symposium superstar, William Loiry.
After conducting an extensive genealogy search on Ancestry.com....OK it was really a not-so-extensive search in my own subconscious....I found out who Bill actually descended from.
You remember Wimpy...from Popeye?
Turns out Bill is Wimpy's long lost son.
Back in June, The Lens' reporter, Ariella Cohen, broke the story of how Lorie stiffed vendors and employees he disingenuously procured for the "Gulf Coast Summit". It was a wonderfully, pointless soiree he held at the Riverside Hilton in New Orleans on the anniversary of the BP oil spill.
Please refer to the Yes Men's spoof of the event here.
Cohen, bless her heart, uncovered a national trail of misery flowing in Wimpy Jr's' wake. From 10's of thousands in unpaid vendor bills to angry, uncompensated employees that Bill conned into helping him with whatever traveling road show he could dream up to exploit the ever-growing "disaster capitalist" frontier.
Bill had a history.....Ariella showed us the cliff notes.
This guy, Loiry, deserves his own chapter in Naomi Klein's next book.
Now, within the same year, Wimpy Jr. has managed to muster up yet another circus sideshow, The Keystone XL Pipeline Summit being held in Washington, D.C. on October 25. Loiry really is amazing...he slithers in to Nawlin's, puts on a dog and pony show, stiffs multiple businesses/individuals and six months later he's setting up shop again in D.C.
Oh, did I mention The Lens recently uncovered his bankruptcy filing?
He carpetbags his way through New Orleans, leaves folks high and dry....folks who desperately needed work in the wake of BP and Katrina...then files chapter 7 to avoid having to pay them. Now, within six months, he's doing it all over again.
Where do they make these farkin' guys?
I may just be a monkey in a tree way down in the anus of the country but thanks to the intertubes I can throw virtual turds at Wimpy Jr. from afar...and turds I gleefully throw.
Help me figure out how to hose this grifter, guys. Any ideas?