Assume The Position
Is That A Gun In Your Pocket, Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?
If there is one thing I groove on, it's watching our lords and masters make fools of themselves, especially our friends in the silk suits. You know, the guys with the warrantless wiretaps, the electrodes and the waterboards at the ready. The guys who like to shoot women with babies in their arms with high-powered rifles and send people to Algeria to be tortured.
You can't do too much better along that line than this story from the New Orleans Times-Picayune news site and the redstate.com blog. I know this may be lazy of me, but I just can't resist quoting redstate.com directly:
"The FBI’s most incriminating evidence in the trial of [black] former Rep. William Jefferson (D-LA) were the tapes gathered by cooperating [White] witness Lori Mody, who wore a wire for that purpose during several meetings with the New Orleans corruptocrat. Mody, you may recall, was business associate who served as the conduit for $100,000 of FBI cash, $90,000 of which wound up in the freezer of Jefferson’s Washington home. Mody was not proffered as a witness in Jefferson’s bribery and racketeering trial; the defense planned to call her mental stability into question. Jefferson was ultimately convicted on 11 of 16 counts back in August.
"Now comes news that Mody’s FBI 'handler' (double entendre intended) left the Bureau last December rather than answer questions about his relationship with Mody. The Bureau kept the relationship quiet, rather than telling the judge about it, and has thereby handed Jefferson one more issue to pursue on appeal. Rather than spending the rest of his life in stir where he belongs, I have this horrific vision of Nancy Pelosi et al welcoming Dollar Bill the Prodigal Congressman back to the seat that he occupied for 9 terms. Aaarrrrrrgggghhhh!"
Looks like the lady's Feeb bodyguard got a little too involved with the body he was guarding.
As the corruption case against the burr-headed Jefferson was about to go to trial in June, prosecutors learned from their star witness that she had engaged a sexual relationship with the undercover FBI agent who drove her to all the meetings where she secretly taped and delivered cash to the monkoid. (We can take all the jokes about covert entry as read.)
To add insult to injury, apparently the FBI and its Office of Professional Responsibility knew at least as far back as last December that the agent, John Guandolo, had been diddling his snitch. But they never passed that information to the U.S. attorney's office prosecuting Jefferson or the lead FBI agent in the investigation.
The actions of a single agent who couldn't keep it in his pants have most likely wrecked a long and meticulous investigation of this thieving nigger, and most likely he'll walk on appeal. (These are the guys who claim to be so morally superior to us.) The Mody woman did not testify at the trial, but the tapes she secretly recorded were played for the jury and were a key to the conviction.
Guandolo resigned from the FBI on or about Dec. 1st of 2008, before the bureau's Office of Professional Responsibility could question him about his jiggery-pokery with Mody as well as with women FBI agents, relationships detailed in a document Guandolo had prepared. (Remember my own comments about hanky-panky in the FBI in The Brigade and Slow Coming Dark? Looks like my gift of prophecy has been acting up again.)
Long and the short of it, a corrupt black elected official will almost certainly walk, because this G-Man couldn't keep his sidearm holstered.
God, I can't wait for the Hollywood movie version!