Officials, in a predictable fashion, have charged Jennifer Wilbanks with a felony for lying to police. Clinton got away with lying about his oral affairs, so I’m not sure how District Attorney Danny Porter is justifying this sort of charge. If lying to the whole country isn’t a felony, lying to a few local police officials and FBI agents certainly can’t be. My suspicion is that Little Danny is looking for his own 15 minutes of fame, and that this has nothing to do with any actual sense of justice being served.
Lots of people seem to be looking for pictures of Jennifer Wilbanks’ breasts, if the search results being pointed to my blog are any indicator. Lots of people are also seeking information on spanking Jennifer Wilbanks. Why? The public is a scary animal.
Speaking of scary, what’s the deal with the guy up on the crane? I don’t know about other major American cities, but Atlanta has its fair share of these fool crane climbers. We seem to have about one a year. They shut down traffic and generally interfere with commerce. My first question is: why aren’t the construction companies improving security to avoid this sort of thing? My second question is: what is it about the air in Atlanta that makes people climb cranes?
I know that I’ve read living in Atlanta during the summer is like having a one pack a day cigarette habit, but there must be some extra chemical floating around that pushes already unstable people up to the top of cranes, where they are hoping the air will be clearer. Carl Edward Roland is certainly one of the more stubborn fresh air enjoyment fanatics to foist himself into the consciousness of the Atlanta public in recent memory.
Just remember, Carl, if you come down alive, they’re still going to investigate you. It appears you may have beaten your girlfriend to death. In the proud tradition of Van Halen, I’d say go ahead and jump. You might as well jump.