Charlene just called and we discussed the fact that John McCain has a substantial lead the morning after “Super Tuesday” for the Republican Party’s nomination.
Even as a jin-yoo-wine Alabama-born “Dixiecrat,” five years ago I would have headed for the polls to vote for this honest, elderishly handsome, clear-eyed war hero. I would have been proud to be an Arizonan, with our “homeboy” running for the presidency.
After having been lied to; after having seen the suffering of want of “basic life” services on the faces of our elderly Medicaid recipients; after having my own entire world ripped asunder to perpetuate a secret; after suffering the degradation of much my world being told that I am a “loose cannon” and a “nut case;” after having been denied the law and its basic American Constitutional precepts, I want to vomit at the clean face this man presents to the American people.
In our conversation this morning, Charlene brought up a subject that I thought I had exhausted in this manuscript – the LGIPs (Local Government Investment Pools)
“I want to know what they did with the money from the LGIPs,” she stated tersely.
“Well…Duh…Like, they lost it!” I answered her.
There was a pause, as if she were still reflecting. “No,” she said. “I’m not talking about the big, fat, humungous loss…I’m talking about all the times they played the stock market with Medicaid accounts receivable and taxpayers’ money and won.”
“Wonder what they did do with the money,” I mused.
“Maybe that’s why it’s a secret,” Char continued. “Maybe they kept the loss secret because if the people found out about the loss, they’d want to know about the profits.”
“Well,” I said, “I was working our contract back then, and they were pretty stingy with the hours given to the Title 19 recipients, so one can only assume that the money did not go back into Medicaid coffers. There was certainly no overabundance of services…matter of fact; I remember a lot of people having to fight for more service hours. So what could they have done with the ‘winnings?’ Built highways? Bridges? Improved schools?”
“Stop thinking like an honest person for a minute!” Charlene demanded. “Since they don’t want the public to know about the LGIP losses, they don’t want an accounting. Maybe they used the money to fund overblown salaries, or maybe they put it in special interest projects to benefit their special interests. One thing for sure, they don't want John Q. Public to look at a Profit and Loss statement...especially one that involves his money!”
“They have betrayed the Public Trust,” I said. “They all need to be impeached.”
"All of them," Charlene said. "Remember the Federal attorney from Tucson who sent the letter promising you a 'full FBI investigation?'"
"Yeah," I replied. "I wonder if it was just the Federal attorney who was in on it, or does the FBI approve all this, too?"
"We have no way of knowing," Char said. "Do you still have that letter?"
"Of course I do! I have it, and the letter from John McCain denying all knowledge in a very safe place. Out of state, and not in Ohio, either. I don't want my family hurt."
"Good. How soon could we get to the letters?" she asked.
"Depends on who's driving," I said. "If I'm driving, six hours. If you're driving, well...three hours."
We were both silent, both of us mulling the whole thing over again.
"They've all betrayed the Public Trust," I repeated. "They all need to be impeached. They violated my trust, everything that I believed about America, and stripped me of all civil rights."
Charlene paused another moment. “Amen.”
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