NEW ORLEANS POLITICAL CLASS ABOUT TO GET EVEN RICHER

Three building contractors die and end up outside the Pearly Gates at the same time where they find St. Peter inspecting a badly damaged Pearly Gate support. Peter welcomes the contractors and asks each of them to bid on the repair of said support. The first contractor, a Black from Dallas, looks it over carefully and tells Pete that he can repair it for $9,000; the second, an Irish guy from southern Illinois, looks it over and tells Pete that he can repair it for $9,200; the last contractor, a guy from N'Awlins, glances quickly at the damaged portion before sidling over to St. Pete and mumbling that he can repair it for $30,000. Peter is aghast at the bid. "Why is it that those two guys bid right around $9,000 and you bid $30,000?" The N'Awlins contractor pulls St. Peter further aside and whispers, "Ten for you, ten for me, and ten for the nigger to do the work."

And so it will be with our two hundred bil. No more than $65 billion will show up in actual construction, the rest will vanish into the pokets of the totally corrupt Louisiana political class. Huey Long, governor of Louisiana in the 30s as well as Senator from the same state at the same time, made this famous political statement which was repeated by his brother, Earl:

"Don't write anything you can phone. Don't phone anything you can talk. Don't talk anything you can whisper. Don't whisper anything you can smile. Don't smile anything you can nod. Don't nod anything you can wink."

Not that the current N'Awlins road company version of the Three Stooges (Blanco, Landrieu, and Nagin) follows this sage advice, but giving any one of these so much as promise means it will be used to bribe somebody. This is the place where the District Attorney hired a Dead Beat Dad to serve as his office's enforcer of payments by deadbeat dads (guess how many he found?). This, and far far too many tales of derring doo doo by the soon to be filthy rich with our tax money Louisiana political class, can be found HERE, at The American Spectator.

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