by Chris Haire
Curious as to why former 9th Circuit Deputy Solicitor Blair Jennings is seemingly in every other news story these days? (That's an exaggeration of course. He's only seemingly in every other other news story.) Well, the Post and Courier reports:
Beyond their debates, forums and other appearances, the solicitor's battle seems destined to be fought on TV, and Jennings goes into the airwaves fight with a built-in advantage. Shortly after losing his job as deputy solicitor, he was specially hired by Berkeley County Sheriff Wayne DeWitt — who this week confirmed he's endorsed Jennings — as both the legal counsel for the sheriff's office and as a press spokesman. The department already had a designated public information officer, former radio personality Dan Moon. But the move gave Jennings widespread exposure on nightly news reports, including this week at a methamphetamine lab bust. He's on a $5,000 monthly retainer working for the department and earns another $35,000 a year as a part-time prosecutor for 1st Circuit Solicitor David Pascoe in Dorchester County. In mid-May, Jennings will become a full-time assistant solicitor in Dorchester County, picking up the caseload of former deputy solicitor Don Sorensen, who resigned after being caught up in the recent Hanahan poker raid. But Wilson has the power of incumbency.
For some reason, I'm thinking of that ole show starring Bruce Willis and Cybil Shepherd. What was it called? Oh yeah, Moonlighting. Honestly, I have no idea why that suddenly came to mind.
ABC News 4 localizes the whole girl-girl-girl-girl-girl-girl-on-girl video that we've all seen numerous times now. I've got a lot more to say about this, but I'm going to hold off for now. But I did notice at least a single moment of compassion in the video. Of course, it's not directed toward the girl getting the beat down, but to a set of shelves. That'll still score you karma points won't it? Give the clip a watch again.
So was it just a regular ole poker game between friends? The P&C sheds a little more light on the recent poker party bust.
Gamblers had to have $300 cash just to sit down at the table, and there was no limit on the betting, Clark said. After midnight, the buy-in went up to $1,000, he said.
Other games of chance were set up around the room, Clark said. He said refreshments were on the house.
Le Chiffre was unavailable for comment.
I have said it before and I will say it again, when it comes to newspapers, the best writers on staff are the sports reporters. And in the case of the P&C, Ken Burger is the best of the best. Just check out this column on the start of the Masters:
Welcome to the Freak and Fluke Masters.
Those words have actually been spoken here in the sanctity of Augusta National Golf Club this week as we prepare to kick off the 2008 Masters Golf Tournament.
Neither word is considered customary language in this grand old game that prides itself on gentlemanly behavior and decorum.
Indeed, they seem oddly out of place.
Like suddenly seeing a couple of dirt bikes flying down the hill on the 10th fairway.
Or somebody fishing in Rae's Creek from the Hogan Bridge at the par-3 12th.
Or a bathing beauty in a bikini sunning in the bunker next to the 18th green.
To hear these words uttered in the context of professional golf is akin to hearing a preacher cuss in church or a Mercedes rumble by without a muffler.
And yet, they are now part of the vernacular, the official record of the game's most prestigious and pious golf tournament where wordsmithing was once considered a gentleman's sport unto itself.