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From the Washington Post, in a story about Michael S. Carona, who during his glory days “appeared to personify the righteous virtue of Orange County, the famously conservative bastion that three times elected him sheriff.”
The defense is lately working to dilute the unsavory flavor of the government exhibits. On the tapes, Carona remarks on being photographed with “some whore from Russia” on his lap and, separately, beside a strip bar owner with reputed mob ties. Prosecutors possess a tape from an answering machine that a cellphone accidentally dialed while the sheriff was having sex with a female deputy in a county vehicle.
Court papers indicate the woman has turned state’s witness, sharing with investigators “without limitation, physical characteristics, the kinds of sex he preferred, examples of sexual talk, and a nickname he used for his private parts.”
That would be “The Little Sheriff,” according to birthday cards published in the alternative OC Weekly.
More from Ken Silverstein:
Perspective — October 23, 2013, 8:00 am
How pro-oil Louisiana politicians have shaped American environmental policy
Postcard — October 16, 2013, 8:00 am
A trip to one of the properties at issue in Louisiana’s oil-pollution lawsuits
Number of British women killed last fall by lightning conducted through their underwire bras:
British women wear heels for fifty-one years on average, from the ages of twelve to sixty-three.
Thousands of employees of McDonald’s protested outside the company’s headquarters near Chicago, demanding their wages be increased to $15 per hour. “I can’t afford any shoes,” said one employee in attendance, “and I want Versace heels.”
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“Shelby is waiting for something. He himself does not know what it is. When it comes he will either go back into the world from which he came, or sink out of sight in the morass of alcoholism or despair that has engulfed other vagrants.”