I’ve worked with Jeanine on a few matters. She is wonderful. Governor Brown got this one right.

At most, this is an attempt to garner state money to subsidize extending the rail line to service gravel and hard rock mining options purchased on the cheap by various North Coast griftos.

Look at the “quarry” you see on the left headed north, coming up White Deer Summit just before you get to Willits. Now imagine state money extending the rail line to a place in Mendo just like that so the valuable gravel and rip rap can be hauled southward.

And imagine who — or whose father in law — might have bought options on such places, feeling confident that their son-in-law — or even Mr. Corrupto himself — will be able to flex enough lobbying muscle to get the rail line there and turn an option into a steal.

Psychopathy on stilts.

In the acknowledgements to his book “Drunk and Disorderly, Again,” “Hoots” Hooten, the hooter whooper, thanks “HP” – AKA his “higher power” – whom he “chooses to call God” – for giving him “the courage and words to express himself.”

Though it’s clear Hoots has the audacity to speak for God, I question whether God actually sanctions this book, or the use of his divine authority to give Hooten the ample balls and verbiage to have laid before us another tired and disgusting drunkalog.

Is it a dry-drunk, or God, who calls honored old guard genius DJ’s like Marco McClean, who are dearly missed here on the North Coast – losers?

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The wealth isn’t Weill’s to give. That’s only one of the points of the article. He made his money principally from his involvement in gutting the regulatory system and bilking people out of countless billions. If I somehow swindled you out of all the money you invested in your home, then invested part of my loot to create the Parrish Annex of the public library, you’d have no problem labeling me as self-serving and a sociopath. When an investment banker does essentially the same thing to untold numbers of people, some praise his generosity.