I really had every intention of keeping my opinion to myself during this Senate race....I swear. I have been admittedly absent from the AZ world, even though I have some upcoming stories on the Public Belt I've been working on. Including an interview with Mayor Landrieu regarding his perspective of the issue.
As my readers know, I've written extensively about Caroline Fayard's father, Calvin Fayard, in respect to his role as a plaintiff steering committee attorney with the BP oil spill settlement and as one of the law firms who bullied their way in to the Wisner Trust oil spill settlement. While Caroline did play a part in both stories, especially the Wisner drama, I figured I would just let the stories speak for themselves if anyone wanted to read about it.
Then Fayard announced she was opposed to the lawsuit the state is filing against oil and gas companies to hold them accountable for the damage they've done to our state's coast. She said, "It's very easy for politicians and people to say, 'Let's just sue. Litigation's expensive. It's costly. It's time consuming. And there's no guarantees."
I literally spit coffee on my keyboard the first time I read that.
Still....I had nothing to say.
Now...well...now...her campaign went and did this absurd, tasteless bullshit:
Caroline Fayard chooses to continue running David Duke-themed anti-Foster Campbell ad, loses Alliance for Good Government endorsement
After she accused Campbell's campaign of being focused on attacking her family:
An act of desperation? Absolutely...and a pathetic one at that. But the blowback has been swift and merciless leaving even the little, penny-ante sycophants running for cover (i could link that but I won't).
There's only so much sanctimony and hypocrisy a zombie can take, homeys.
Sooooo.....let me remind you of a little Vanity Fair article that was published back in June of 2006 in the wake of Hurricane Katrina.
It showcased Carloline's father, Calvin, playing Billy Joe Baddass in the front yard of his multi-million dollar wedding cake house (paid for with litigation that doesn't always work).
The online version of the story doesn't have the photos that were included in the magazine edition but luckily Zombie has a scanner.
Look at those swingin' dicks with their thousand dollar suits and Remington shotguns just waitin' for a "thug" to try and loot their mansion.
Finger on the trigger...judges on speed dial.
Here's the corresponding paragraph to the picture:
It cracks me up that he actually posed for this photo...replete with sunglasses and Armani, Perlis, (whatever) suit. He must have been really proud of himself. And something tells me even though Brinkley buried "Some would use their powerboats to rescue the marooned" in the middle of the paragraph as a compassionate caveat, Calvin was most likely not in that number.
Fayard's campaign is trying desperately to associate Foster Campbell with something racist. Meanwhile, her Pops was flaunting that bullshit in Vanity Fair during the most vulnerable period this city ever experienced.
As my readers know, I've written extensively about Caroline Fayard's father, Calvin Fayard, in respect to his role as a plaintiff steering committee attorney with the BP oil spill settlement and as one of the law firms who bullied their way in to the Wisner Trust oil spill settlement. While Caroline did play a part in both stories, especially the Wisner drama, I figured I would just let the stories speak for themselves if anyone wanted to read about it.
Then Fayard announced she was opposed to the lawsuit the state is filing against oil and gas companies to hold them accountable for the damage they've done to our state's coast. She said, "It's very easy for politicians and people to say, 'Let's just sue. Litigation's expensive. It's costly. It's time consuming. And there's no guarantees."
I literally spit coffee on my keyboard the first time I read that.
Still....I had nothing to say.
Now...well...now...her campaign went and did this absurd, tasteless bullshit:
Caroline Fayard chooses to continue running David Duke-themed anti-Foster Campbell ad, loses Alliance for Good Government endorsement
After she accused Campbell's campaign of being focused on attacking her family:
An act of desperation? Absolutely...and a pathetic one at that. But the blowback has been swift and merciless leaving even the little, penny-ante sycophants running for cover (i could link that but I won't).
There's only so much sanctimony and hypocrisy a zombie can take, homeys.
Sooooo.....let me remind you of a little Vanity Fair article that was published back in June of 2006 in the wake of Hurricane Katrina.
It showcased Carloline's father, Calvin, playing Billy Joe Baddass in the front yard of his multi-million dollar wedding cake house (paid for with litigation that doesn't always work).
The online version of the story doesn't have the photos that were included in the magazine edition but luckily Zombie has a scanner.
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Look at those swingin' dicks with their thousand dollar suits and Remington shotguns just waitin' for a "thug" to try and loot their mansion.
Finger on the trigger...judges on speed dial.
Here's the corresponding paragraph to the picture:
Some of the city’s richest residents stepped into the breach, taking security into their own hands. In New Orleans’s upscale Uptown neighborhood, well-heeled and well-armed property owners, sometimes with security guards to assist them, kept possible looters at bay, carrying firearms openly in their neighborhoods and looking after neighbors’ homes and valuables—even keeping a close watch on friends’ irreplaceable art collections. Attorney Calvin Fayard—one of the region’s major political fund-raisers for the Democratic Party, and the owner of the so-called Wedding Cake House, one of the city’s grand mansions—would remain at home and on guard with a coterie of like-minded friends. Some would use their powerboats to rescue the marooned. Their neighbors would dine on gourmet food from nearby specialty stores. Some would bathe in their stagnant swimming pools. One or two would take the opportunity to fly by helicopter to the office to shred potentially sensitive business documents—to prevent them from falling into the wrong hands, should law and order break down altogether.
It cracks me up that he actually posed for this photo...replete with sunglasses and Armani, Perlis, (whatever) suit. He must have been really proud of himself. And something tells me even though Brinkley buried "Some would use their powerboats to rescue the marooned" in the middle of the paragraph as a compassionate caveat, Calvin was most likely not in that number.
Fayard's campaign is trying desperately to associate Foster Campbell with something racist. Meanwhile, her Pops was flaunting that bullshit in Vanity Fair during the most vulnerable period this city ever experienced.
