The Campaign For DA


Random Wednesday Morning Thoughts

  • If you like politics, the Republican debate last night was beyond entertaining. Every time it came for Trump to speak I sat up. And, man, he delivered. I'm beginning to believe he might be a master politician and that he will win the Republican nomination. This is insane. 
  • The debate was in The Venetian in Las Vegas which is crazy in itself. Mrs. LL and I stayed there the night before we went and got married in the Little White Chapel.  One of the reasons we chose that the "chapel" was because Britney Spears got liquored up one night and got married there. We thought it would be a funny bit. We like bits.
  • And as the debate started, CNN turned the camera to the audience and focused in on, wait for it, Wayne Newton. I truly laughed out loud. 
  • There is another lawyer in Decatur who got married in the Little White Chapel.
  • Coincidentally, Mrs. LL and I watched Leaving Las Vegas Honeymoon in Vegas (with Nicolas Cage and Sarah Jessica Parker) again this weekend. I think that movie is very, very underrated.  
  • Hey, I'm on the front page of the Messenger!  (But below the fold! You kidding me? Mr. Eaton! What have I ever done to you!? Wait. Don't answer that.)  
  • There is no more Leap of Faith than going "off the record" with a reporter. But I trusted her, and she kept her word. 
  • I may have made my boldest statement in the history of ever yesterday when Messenger photographer, the "great Joe Duty", came over to my office to take my photo. I told him, "I don't want to tell you how to do your job, but this is what I want." For a second I was living the life of Zoolander.
  • And with all the politics going on, I also feel like I'm living a redneck version of House of Cards.
  • The home flooring remodeling project continues. The entire downstairs is now off limits as the tile is being settled. We are all now hostages upstairs. And I think Family Cat is so mad that I'm afraid she's about to go "call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' [alley cats], who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy . . .  I'ma get medieval." And I'm not kidding. That cat is mad because she doesn't get to roam where ever she wants. She wakes us up in the middle of the night with the loudest "meows" ever.