He ain't gotta sell nothing, 'cause this stuff here just sells itself. Ain't it funny how much some milquetoast convict starts talking, once they've gone from hand-in-the-cookie-jar to real-prison-time? The flash to bang time just works its magic.
This out of New Orleans: More shenanigans nipped in the bud.
Thank your men and women, and thank you Jim. Keep up the good work. Please.
(HT: Gentilly Girl)