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Hey guys, hope your letter writing campaign against PATA is going well. It sure is handy to have all those loyalist members that you got Brian to run for the precinct Central Committee races signing those quips so that people don?’t pay attention to my little problem now. They let me get the local newspaper in my ?“accommodations?” today. Nice ad in the sports section. That should be the ticket for good results on the 6th. They don?’t let me get the bigger papers, but I?’m sure that the PR machine you?’ve got cranked up will do well there. Hey that symbolic key you gave me for Pickerington isn?’t working on the door in front of me now. Could you send a key that fits, or better yet a locksmith.
Thanks.
D.S. McA
P.S. send it soon!
By D.S. McA
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Be a canary
Don I noticed your middle initial ia a S. What does the S stand for? If you want to get out of jail early then maybe you should say it stands for ''Sing''. Yea, that's right, sing like a canary. You can take a lot of people down with just a few words from you to help those of us connect the dots. Most of us already have the over all picture all we need from you is to fill in the little spaces protected by your LLCs and special purchase options.
Man that will cover a lot of people we might not have anyone left at City Hall except David and Heidi and maybe the new idiot Mike. Did you abuse your office for personnal gain Don? Have others in office abuse their offices as well?
Time will tell Don, but in the mean time the 6 foot five inch man staring at you from the other cell is very lonely. I think he may be falling in love with you. You look tender and your crying doesn't help your case. Good luck in your future close relationships in jail.
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You Gottas Have Friends
Don
I would give you the same advice. I am sure that the Feds would be more interested in a widespread bribery and political corruption scheme than in a single insurance fraud case.
By the way, have you seen any of your friends lately? Your business partner, Brian Fox, has already dumped you in a lame attempt to save his own political hide. Big Billy Wright, Daryll Berry and the other removed your signs so quickly it would make your head spin. With friends like these, why have enemies. The whole web of corruption in Pickerington will surface soon anyway and it is better to sell what you know now. If you hold on for the sake of these so called friends, all you are going to get is some additional indictments.
By the way, some of the rest of you might consider the advice. He who sings first gets the best deal.
By Papillion
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Oh no is that you?
I have reports from the first night in jail of a former Municipal Judge. After sitting in a holding cell for over five hours the Judge is lead down a darken cell block hall. The smell of body order and urine fill the Judge?’s nostrils. His mind is whirling what will happen to me? His heart is pounding through his chest with fear of what these people will do to him if they know he is a Judge. He may even know a few of them and they may seek revenge. Finally he gains control over his emotions, only to take a few steps and hear a chant, ?“here comes Da Judge, here comes Da Judge.?” The Judge cries out, ?“is that you Sammy??” No comes the reply, ?“it is Big Richard.?”
The judge finally reaches his cell and was relieved to be locked away from the other prisoners. The deputy, before leaving the cell told the Judge that it was lights out and not to be making any noise. As the Judge sat in the lower bunk he felt alone and forgotten. He lay down in the bed, dressed in his olive shirt and blue drawstring pants and tried to get some sleep. He was about to close his eyes, when there was movement in the upper bunk. Oh God he thought I have a cell mate.
He decided to be very still and try not to wake the convict above him. If he falls asleep and the convict wakes up he may do harm to me. So the Judge decided to stay awake even though the day had been so long and he was exhausted. As he lay in his bunk he began to hear noises. Everything seemed to be amplified. Talking from another inmate only to be followed by another person telling him to shut up, hopefully the Judge thought the guy was just having a bad dream. Then something landed on him. Oh God! what is it the Judge asked himself. Crap he yelled! in a muffled scream it is a cock roach the size of a hamster. Oh No it?’s a rat. I can?’t scream, I can?’t scream he said to himself. Finally he gets the rat to leave and he hears water dripping. The dripping continues and it gets louder with every drop. After hours of this mind numbing drip the Judge?’s body gives up and he fails asleep.
All through the night the Judge tosses and turns having one bad dream after another. Sound asleep the Judge lay in his bunk totally unaware of his surroundings. Then there is this tugging on his shirt and a voice telling him to wake up. Judge the voice went on say, ?“wake you will miss breakfast.?” He lay there facing the wall debating in his mind whether to turn over to face his cell mate. Finally he musters up the courage to turn and he comes face to face with his cell mate. There staring him in the face is Gary DeMastry. Oh S?—T he says to himself I have died and went to hell.
More to come.
By Jail house snitch
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