The other day the LA Times ran a huge story on Mayoral Consort Amy Wakeland and her various putatively charming quirks and Borgialities.1 And there, among the parade of horribles,2 was this story about Wakeland, Heather Repenning, and Jackie Goldberg:
This is totally believable, of course. But very light on those details that Goldberg declined to provide. So I set out to find some! First of all, here’s the contract that Goldberg was paid under, along with some amendments:
But this isn’t enough to figure out what that Times article was talking about. We also need records of payments under the contract, and for some reason the Controller’s office gave these to me very rapidly.3 So here they all are, these are invoices from Goldberg to the City, marked up by City staff. There does seem to be something unusual happening in 2019, but I can’t figure out what it is exactly. Maybe you can?! Also, if it’s easier, you can get the whole set via bittorrent.
- The quality of being like a Borgia in various salient but unlisted aspects.
- In this case the people are the horribles and they already happened to us, unlike the traditionally hypothetical parades of horribles so beloved of practical rhetoricians. E.g. ‘if you adopt that particular course of action I foresee a future in which those subjected to its merciless draconian requirements will soon be forced to climb out the window, head down to the Boardwalk, fall in with the wrong crowd, get arrested for smoking weed on top of one of those little pavilion things, and will have to be bailed out to the tune of about $5,000 each which is why I must recommend against your proposed “go to your goddamned room and don’t come out until Tuesday” policy, Mom.’
- Unjustified levels of paranoia aren’t possible when it comes to the City of Los Angeles and its appalling CPRA shenanigans. They’re worse than you think, no matter how bad you think they are. Heck, they’re worse than I think, which is also worse than you think and about as bad as it gets. They. Are. Very. Bad.