New York, New York

by digby

You all probably heard the latest on Roger Stone, but in case you haven't, via my pal Bill, here's the latest:

Stone acknowledges that the call was made from his Manhattan apartment, but has implied that someone broke in, and made the call using some sort of replication of his voice. Furthermore, Stone has made the claim that he was not at home on Monday, August 6th, and couldn’t have made the phone call. He said he was at the Broadway show Frost/Nixon. He says on his website “On the night this call was allegedly made, I was at the theater catching the play NIXON and FROST.”

However, according to a post on New York Magazine’s website, “August 6, 2007, was a Monday. And like many Broadway shows, the play, which closed this weekend, took that night off. ‘We were completely dark on Mondays,’ a rep from its management company told us.


I should point out that Stone could not care less about any of this. In fact, getting that stuff out about Spitzer's Dad was probably worth it.

And on a completely different tack, when Julia told me about this, I laughed out loud:

The John Galt Corporation of the Bronx, hired last year for the dangerous and complex job of demolishing the former Deutsche Bank building at 130 Liberty Street, where two firefighters died last Saturday, has apparently never done any work like it. Indeed, Galt does not seem to have done much of anything since it was incorporated in 1983.

I wondered if it was a bunch of dreamy eyed 16 year old wallflowers (or if Jonah Goldberg was affiliated.) It turns out that this aptly named empty, valueless, shell of a company is likely some sort of mob operation.

I'm sure Ayn Rand would have been very impressed by Tony Soprano's manly assertiveness and entrepreneurial zeal.