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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:
Commentary — November 17, 2015, 6:41 pm
The Clintons’ so-called charitable enterprise has served as a vehicle to launder money and to enrich family friends.
Chances that an American knows the position of his or her senators on health-care reform:
Climate experts proposed creating a fleet of cloud-seeding yachts that will pump water vapor into the atmosphere to thicken global cloud cover, thereby reflecting more sunlight, in order to counteract the effects of global warming.
In San Antonio, a 150-pound pet tortoise knocked over a lamp, igniting a mattress fire that spread to a neighbor’s home.
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"It is an interesting and somewhat macabre parlor game to play at a large gathering of one’s acquaintances: to speculate who in a showdown would go Nazi. By now, I think I know. I have gone through the experience many times—in Germany, in Austria, and in France. I have come to know the types: the born Nazis, the Nazis whom democracy itself has created, the certain-to-be fellow-travelers. And I also know those who never, under any conceivable circumstances, would become Nazis."