x girlfriend 9 from new orleans

"X Girlfriend #9" From New Orleans

"X Girlfriend #9"

by James W. Bailey

SPECIAL NOTE: There is good news to share. As of late last night I

have been able to establish contact with all of the women who still

live in New Orleans who are featured in my "X Girlfriends" from New

Orleans series. All are safe and out of the city. Although they are

all suffering for the loss of their homes and city, they are ok - they

are all extremely strong-willed women, they are survivors. I had

suspended the publication of this series pending confirmation of the

safety of all of the women who still live in New Orleans who are

pictured in the series. Because of the events in New Orleans, I also

felt compelled to secure the agreement from all to continue publishing

the series. All have agreed that I should finish publishing these

images. The women from the City of New Orleans have had a profound

impact on my life. This series of photographs obviously has taken on a

whole new level of meaning than was ever intended, or could ever have

been predicted, for me and them. Hopefully, those who have never been

in love with a woman from New Orleans will find something special in

viewing the images and reading the text in this series. There is

something very special about the city and the women who live there.

All of us agree, that no matter how bad the circumstances may be, that

life goes on - it is the New Orleans way because it is a New Orleans

tradition.

"X Girlfriend #9" was the ultimate moral contradiction: she was honest

to a fault in her personal life, but was also a professionally paid

political liar - she worked for a public relations firm in New Orleans

that specialized in playing the role of hired PR gun for local

politicians. She had the remarkable ability to make every lie that

came out of her spin-machine mouth sound like the populist truth. At a

basic political level I wanted to believe in her and her causes -

mainly because she had a smoldering body - but could never let go of

my doubts that I was somehow to her just another broke-ass

church-bought-shake-down-by-a-corrupt-Ward-connected-politician-paid-c

hump-to-vote-my-way inner city constituent - purchased cheap for a

free beer, a schrimp sandwich, a bag of chips and a free ride to the

polls in an air-conditioned van. Our relationship climaxed when her

firm was hired to represent David Duke during the infamous

gubernatorial election that featured an infamous show-down between

Duke and former (now imprisoned) Governor Edwin Edwards. Edwards

narrowly won the election with Duke taking 67% of the white vote.

Edwards's unofficial campaign slogan during that election was "Vote

for the Crook - It's Important!" A few of us white folk did do the

"right" thing and we damn sure got what we deserved - a crook whose

gang of cronies went to prison over a string of casino gaming shams,

schemes and frauds. "X Girlfriend #9", however, never backed off her

honest heart-felt support of Duke. I honestly backed out of the

relationship with the following letter.

Unwary one, beware!

Your politician knows that you are stupid!

He succeeds in manipulating you through the use of well-concealed

metaphors and euphemisms that are cleverly designed to enrage you or

inspire you to oppose or support some infinitesimally unimportant

bullshit cause or program whose subterfuge is to keep your ignorant

mind off the substantive issues that truly affect your life to your

advantage or disadvantage.

Thus the paradox: your politician can in no way make your life

better... he can only make it worse.

And if your politician is a really good at lying type politician, and

concomitantly if you're a really ignorant constituent who is

exceptionally stupid, your politician can succeed in convincing you to

support everything he does that inevitably leads to your ultimate

destruction while you fervently continue to express your whole-hearted

support and agreement with him on your one-way trip to perdition.

Incidentally, when you politician turns his back to you, he always

snickers.

How do you know that your politician is lying? If your lips are moving

in support of his flapping jaws that spit out hot air, then be on

alert that he's lying on a bounced check that you're writing to the

bank.

James

P. S. I love you, baby, and you're damn pretty, but after this

election, I just can't see me having sex with you under a Nazi banner

while wearing Klan robes. Although it does sound kinky as hell, it's

honestly just not me.

Read the interview with James W. Bailey and see and read about all the

"X Girlfriends" from New Orleans.

posted by The Right Reverend James W. Bailey at 10:58 AM

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