I am editing this at 6:35 am Wednesday(10may).It's now more than 16 hours since the "working group" performed for the media. I STILL don't know why they did what they did yesterday. We-the media in attendance- waited in the hall outside of the courtroom that Judge Sweeney uses , while 'the group' had their dress rehearsal behind closed doors. We were then invited in for a
re-enactment of a make-believe meeting. They provided us with programs titled "Agenda". The group then performed a meeting for us expecting us to believe it to be genuine! My assessment is below.Feel free to sing it to the tune of Steely Dan's :The Royal Scam who's words follow mine:


THE GROUP-DUPE



And they wandered in

From the County Mahoning

Without a solution

Wearing coats that shined

Both gold and green

Colours from their pay and benefits

From their territorial attitudes

They looked upon the promised land

Where surely THEIR life was sweet

On the rising crime

Of Y-town,Ohio

Did they deliver pain upon the streets

See their glory:

Their City Scam

The re-released suck the life

To the bottom of a worsening town

Amid the ruins

Where THEY allow fear

As an arrogant race of kings to fall

And fail those non-companions

While the memory of

Their western skyline was clouded by

A savage jail beating

Every patron saint

On the jail house walls,shared the rooms

With o'er 400 sinners

-Hide the glory

Of the County Scam

By the bloodied wall

He tried to do it all

He tried to make him die and go to heaven

The tale never told

The young man shudders while recouping at home

He reads the paper

How they are paid in gold

Just to babble in the back room

All afternoon and shed her blood

And her's and her's and her's

From the city of Y-town w/o a dime

See the glory

Of the Federal Scam

See the glory

Of the Domestic Violence Scam

See the glory

Of the Silent Scam

See the glory

Of the Predatorial Scam

See the glory

Of the Dowdy Scam

See the glory

Of the Incompetent Scam

See the glory

Of the Judicial Scam

See the glory

Of the Taxing Scam

See the glory

Of the Territorial Scam

See the glory

Of the Prosecutorial scam

See the Glory

Of the Bloody Scam

See the Glory

Of the Private Scam

See the Glory

Of the Blame Game Scam

See the Glory

Of the 3 Judge Panel

And they wandered in

Looking for safety and shelter

Without a dime

Wearing coats that shined

With their own blood

Their blood spilled by the very men

Who profess their love w/their cowardly fists of iron

They looked upon the promised land

Where life was surely valued

On the rising bruising
To 911

Did they hide out on the streets

See the glory

Of the System that Fails them

They are hunted down

To the bottom of this bad town

Amid the ruins

Where they learn to fear

An angry race of fallen Judges who think they are kings-

Their uncaring companions

While the memory of

A system that protects was clouded by

Savage seasons

No elected saint affords protection

Written orders ignore the victim

As the sins multiply

See the glory

Of the Domestic Violence scam

By the bloodied Canfield motel wall

He tried to do it all

She's died and gone to heaven

Now the tale is told

She spread her legs

To justify her love

And verify the innocence

Of the "working" group SCAM!

~Louie

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THE ROYAL SCAM


Steely Dan

And they wandered in

From the city of St. John

Without a dime

Wearing coats that shined

Both red and green

Colors from their sunny island

From their boats of iron

They looked upon the promised land

Where surely life was sweet

On the rising tide

To New York City

Did they ride into the street

See the glory

Of the royal scam

They are hounded down

To the bottom of a bad town

Amid the ruins

Where they learn to fear

An angry race of fallen kings

Their dark companions

While the memory of

Their southern sky was clouded by

A savage winter

Every patron saint

Hung on the wall, shared the room

With twenty sinners

See the glory
Of the royal scam

By the blackened wall

He does it all

He thinks he's died and gone to heaven

Now the tale is told

By the old man back home

He reads the letter

How they are paid in gold

Just to babble in the back room

All night and waste their time

And they wandered in

From the city of St. John without a dime


See the glory
Of the royal scam



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