Convicted felon, probation scofflaw, and fledgling salesman Kwame Kilpatrick’s explains why he’s using a personal day Friday


Oh come on, what’s the point? What’s the fucking point in any case I gotta argue with Groner, I gotta knock heads with the Feds, I’m busting my balls sell your computers to deadbeats. I had them on the hook, on the hook, for nine units, Mountain View Hospital System what have you, and then Groner…fucking God Vishnu comes down with 26 money orders and he won’t sign off…canceled my closing meeting for court hearing. Whatever gets accomplished at a court hearing? When I find out whose cousin he is…

They want me to make restitution then give me the good leads, the Glengarry municipal services leads. George and Harriet blah blah Nyberg? I’ve seen that name 100 times. Money in the mattress. Check the records, I was top man. 2001 through 2008, I was top man. Pete came down here, he said, kid you bought that Cadillac for me. What’s this pay thus or you’re back in jail? It’s not right. It’s not right to the customer. It’s medieval. All train compartments smell vaguely of shit. (Freep)

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I always saw the Kilpatrick’s family/gang story as a 70’s Blaxploitation flick, but Glengarry works.


“…Hajji also defended Kilpatrick’s lifestyle in a posh Dallas suburb, saying: “Mr. Kilpatrick is going to have to function in the upper echelons of society. … The clientele he must establish a rapport with are likely to be the privileged and the affluent… Burgers and beer at the local bar is not going to be sufficient.”…”

So what I infer from this is that Carlita and her surgically enhanced vajayjay are servicing clients out in the cabana by the pool.

The Bob Kelsos of the world are getting their Jungle Fever fix in exchange for fata data management contracts.

Can’t the Kwamster just put that on his expense account?

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