City Councilwoman Carlisle is going down, it appears.
That hottie Luke Ravenstahl has asked for an inquiry into a mysterious health report that Carlisle paid her mother’s boyfriend $28,000 to write.
Couple of problems with that.
1. No one has ever seen the report, which was supposedly completed over two years ago.
2. She said this dude is a doctor and that he was qualified to write the report, but it turns out that he is a doctor of philosophy. You know, a PhD, NOT an MD.
Some of the most awesomest things I have heard come from a politicians lips in ages are mentioned in this article:
Carlisle said she was withholding the study because some of its findings “caught me off guard.” She said the study found higher rates of diabetes, for example, among lower income blacks in the East End neighborhoods she serves.
The hell?!?! That doesn’t even make sense as a valid reason for witholding the study. That is a valid reason why she should RELEASE the study to show why she would need a bit of tax money to target this unhealthy population. Not withold it like she is holding on to a secret worthy of a Jack Bauer investigation. Lord.
She also has had invoices paid for over $30,000 to a woman who filed legal challenges against Carlisle’s political opponents in the special election in 2002. But no one knows who this woman is or what she does. When asked, Carlisle said the woman …
“has been doing straight database information.”
How does one DO straight database information? What the hell does that mean?
So the Trib is all up in Carlisle’s grill and man, did they get her good when it seems they popped into an elevator with her yesterday.
During a brief interview in an elevator before yesterday’s council meeting, Carlisle again insisted she will release the study — when she is ready. “The report will be released to my constituents first, and then the public can have it,” said Carlisle, who declined to explain the difference between the two.
Huh? Does that mean she’ll wander around her district handing the report out to her peeps and whisper, “Don’t let it leave the district, man.”