Saturday, June 15, 2002

I'm not dead yet...

It's seems that going cold turkey from the web and blogging on the trip considerably reduced by compulsion to read and write blogs. That and a new job that engages me rather fully of late. I'll try to start posting at least weekly as there is so much blogworthy stuff going on around here. One big story is the Canal Street Brothel bust. It seems that the feds were able to take time off form the war on terrorism to stake out and bust a bunch of local working girls. Boy, I sure sleep better now knowing visiting conventioneers have to call an escort or go to a titty bar to get a "date." Are you friggin' kidding me? It is unfuckingconscionable that, in the middle of a war with those who would reduce our county to smoking ruin, Federal resources were being used to prosecute what is basically a victimless crime. Now the Feds don't want to prosecute the johns (the girls pled out, I think) and are trying to drop that flaming bag of you know what at Parish DA Harry Connick's (yeah, his dad) doorstep. Harry is having none of it, wisely saying that it is the fed's case to prosecute. The thing is, some of the johns are heavy hitters and likely cronies of Harry's. He is loath to touch that kind of political Kryptonite, even if he is retiring. Locals are of two minds. While most feel that feds busting a local bordello takes the term chickenshit to new heights, and Louisianans have a knee jerk prejudice against all Federal interference in local affairs, they also think the johns should endure the pain along side of the girls. One juicy bit of gossip that is going around is that a certain squeaky clean Republican Congressman, who's marriage is actually on the rocks, was a regular. I'll keep you posted.