OK I'm done laughing. But yeah, Favre never struck me as very smart - or maybe hillbilly smart. I still have a hard time believing that he would knowingly redirect millions from the poor to a volleyball stadium for his daughter. I just don't think he's a bad person. And people who live in Mississippi see the poverty everyday. Not just cars but whole houses up on blocks......
Certainly there are some people, and a lot of them are politicians, who would have no qualms doing such a thing. But Favre? IMO he's not that immoral, or that smart.
I can hear them now, saying; "Don't worry about it! It's not really money they're gonna get anyhow! It's money that's going back into the general fund. Nobody cares!" He'd buy it.
Telling a story here.... Years ago, when I was in Vicksburg, MS, visiting the Civil War battlefield, and touring the iron clad, Cairo, I met a guy who played college football at the University of Indiana, when my Cousin was the QB at Wisconsin. Although we were both older, I thought I recognized him, and introduced myself, as we sat there, drinking coffee, we became friends. Our discussion turned to what he was doing there.
"Trying to save historic buildings, even if it means repurposing to make it happen." He said. I thought it was commendable. Then he told me how he was waiting for a guy to show, whom he was going to make an offer on a property that was near the Biedenham Coca-Cola Museum, where Coke was first bottled. He had several other properties he was negotiating on, but this one in particular was going to be the one that either pried others loose, or would end his chances to pretty much buy any of it. Apparently this guy was kind of the alpha owner, or something.
When the guy showed, I started to get up to leave, and he told me to stay. So, I sat back down.
The guy arrived and introduced himself. My new friend stood up, and turned on the best "Southern drawl" I'd ever heard. I thought sure as h*** I'd been talking to someone who was from the Southern Mississippi sticks. After a short discussion about the weather, and how well Ol' Miss was doing in football (which by the way was called cra*** by the new guy), it got down to business.
"It's good you ain't now carpetbagger!" The guy said. "I ain't giving those SOBs anything in my town. Don't want them pi**ing in a gas station while driving through." Then he looked at me. "You from up North?" "Nope!" I said. "From Texas. Not a damned Yankee!" He just shook his head, and I shut my mouth.
After about 5 minutes of a negotiation dance, the guy said; "Alright. You got a deal. I'll have my people draw it up, and you look it over." With that, he stood up, spit in his hand, and shook my new friend's hand, after he spit in his too, before the shake.
As soon as the guy had left, my friend excused himself, went to the bathroom, and washed his hand. When he got back, he sat down, and said. "There goes any chance of my eating dinner tonight!" We laughed.
He did buy the property, and several others, and is a mover and shaker in getting it done. But, like he's told me since then, over the phone, and when I last saw him. He has to turn on that "Southern charm," which is nothing more than a back woods accent to get the job done. If he didn't they'd still call him a carpetbagger, and this has been going on for nearly 20 years.
