[edcoil]

Putnam problem - clinton solution

[kinoxi]

who was listed in fair condition with an unspecified ailment

I thought they would have shipped him out of the country. I did not think that they would be arrogant enough to try and kill him. It appears, that I was wrong.

[Extremely Extreme Extremist]

Typical New York Slimes, glossing over his crimes like they were juvenile discrepancies or something.

[sinanju]

Poor sap, I’m guessing he’s wishing big-time that he’d stuck to the small-time stuff and stayed away from Dems.

[taxesareforever]

Sounds like this guy is being given opportunities to escape the country. Wonder why? /s

[Williams]

After the first sentence, his political activities and the candidates he supported seem to have become generic.

[crazyshrink]

“Mr. Hsu’s lawyer in San Francisco, James J. Brosnahan, said that “in the last 36 hours, a great many friends of Norman Hsu have expressed concern about his mental health and well-being.”

Phone records anyone??

[Sir Hailstone]

Ricin? Radiation poisoning?

Can’t be like the old days where a plane crashes, or you are found in Ft. Marcy Park after “committing suicide”.

[zip]

ping

[WilliamofCarmichael]

So questions about the source of his money and his rise in influential circles remained when news of his past began to emerge last month.

"Golly gee," say the NY Times employees. "We'll never know. Oh well."

[SunkenCiv]

Thanks neverdem.

[tflabo]

Looks like the Hsu Hsu train came to a screeching whistle (blowers) stop. Not exactly the Orient Express ay Normie?
Rather the Hildy train of pain to railroad you insane.

[devolve]

[MNJohnnie]

blindsided candidates

Love the way the NY Slime cannot resist propagandizing in their supposed "news" coverage. You KNOW full well they would not be referring to "blindsided candidates" if Hsu had been giving to Republicans

[backhoe]

Seems to me, the Clinton's are getting a little rusty...

Just remember,

Life ain't easy, for A Boy Named HSU...

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/johnnycash/aboynamedsue.html

 

"A Boy Named Sue"

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and
the gleam in his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now you're gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I know that I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine fust,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

( And just BTW, FWIW- I edited those lyrics to the way I heard them in a live performance, many years ago, to reflect what I recall hearing... )

[donozark]

Dr. Malek, please pick up the white courtesy phone...

[jmaroneps37]

It only took 6 paragraphs to mention the rat politicians who took money from this bagman. Maybe the slimes is improving.

[Eroteme]

From the NYT: So questions about the source of his money and his rise in influential circles remained when news of his past began to emerge last month.

No, you slugs at the NYT. News of Hsu's past did not "begin to emerge." It was actively uncovered and exposed by Brody Mullins and Ianthe Dugan at the WSJ doing slogging, original research. The LA Times and San Francisco Chronicle added their own, along with bloggers like Flip Pidot who did more original research and followup, scouring municipal records and personally walked to the addresses Hsu claimed for his business.

[mewzilla]

...faced new charges and extradition to California.

Talk about catch and release....

[cricket]

This story has dropped from media scrutiny; what little there was of it, of course. Sooooo; where is he; in isolation; ‘in hospital’ (getting ‘best care possible as per strange promise. . .) OR. ..just sitting in his jail cell with a big headache. . .