Our Irish correspondent looks back across the pond and sends us this story: The Mashantucket Faux’s chairman and treasurer were indicted friday for stealing $800,000. Those of you new to our state may not be aware that the Mashantuckets are a phony band of indians dreamed up by then Senator Lowell Weicker in order to bring legalized gambling to our state, and named in honor of some real indians we extincted back around 1650. Things went swimmingly, with the handle split between the make-believes and Hartford politicians until, as these things will, the money ran out, the “indians” had to stop paying themselves $100,000 per year (!) and creditors showed up at the door.
The idea that the leaders of this den of thieves continued to help themselves to the cash even while depriving their brothers is hardly surprising, but it’s an ominous sign: when thieves fall out, it’s usually because the easy money’s gone and the band is left scratching and squabbling for what’s left, and that includes the Hartford pols who have been sharing in this scam. So look for another tax on Fairfield County.
I leave you with an “Indian Dream” I found on the Internet. The author is anonymous, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was penned by our Lottery Commissioner/Indian Lover himself, Francis Fudrucker:
i walk from the Forrest a male wolf, i dig and fresh soil fills my lungs… i pant hard from the journey to come to the opening i now stand. i feel no more reason to cry, i am now a bird in the air, soaring above the sparkling river winding like snakes below. i perch on a mountain overlooking the clear skies, blanketed by clouds on fire below at dusk. as night falls i fall with it back through the clouds and land a female owl. i am both, my prey and i choose to become both the grass, and bufflo.