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The
God-Awful Truth
July 20, 2006
by Brent Kellogg
Besides the
fact that newcomer District Attorney Heather Stevens is reportedly just an
assistant D.A. until she's officially appointed to take over the now dead
D.A. Wilma Bardwell's job, and in the process bypasses the local deputies
who have waited for years to get promoted, Stevens has in such a short
time shown she's a presumptuous little bitch.
What gall she had this week to take Wilma's office desk belongings to the
widow Bardwell?
The task of cleaning Wilma's desk out should have been assigned to someone
Wilma worked closely with; someone the family may have known and not so
soon after Wilma's death. Stevens may as well have been a door-to-door casket
salesperson the way she couldn't wait to inject herself into the grief of
a family she doesn't know. True, Wilma had never been seen working closely
with anyone at the D.A.'s office, it's suspected there isn't but one D.A.
in all of Genoa City, but Christ! Give Wilma's body time to chill before
sending a stranger over to the family home with his junk.
How pathetic was it of Stevens to tell the widow she'd heard so much about
Wilma? Where exactly did she learn of Wilma's war stories? Are they on DVD
at the local video store? The Internet?
How sickening it was that clueless PI Paul Williams, and that dirty cop
Maggie Sullivan, who had been pestering the widow's husband as he clung to
life at the God Have Mercy Medical Center, took it upon themselves to drop
by the grieving family home to offer their condolences when the last
persons Gloria Bardwell wanted to see were the creeps looking for any
excuse to lock her ass up.
What a joke it was for Sullivan to say she'd taken time out of her busy
schedule to bake a cake for the bereaved and deliver it in person? Who in
their right mind would give anyone a cake under the circumstance? "I
understand your husband died a few hours ago, here, eat some cake! It'll
make you feel better and max your calorie intake for the day out. Who am
I? I'm your worst nightmare. Mind if I sit down? So how you doing so soon
after your husband's death? Feeling dizzy? Well, we'll be leaving now. You
be sure to let us know when the funeral is, you hear? We wouldn't miss it
for the world."
And as the door slammed shut crazy son Kevin Fisher noticed mama wasn't
feeling well. "Can I call a doctor for you? I'm sure there's one just
waiting to make a house call," Fisher did not exactly say, but the
implication was as clear as Stevens wasting no time learning where the
crazies in this city slum as she's got a room at the Athletic Supporter
Club Motel. Hanging out there with her shadow after their house call,
Sullivan told Williams that Stevens is a "smart" girl and he should tell
her the truth; that he's her father.
Ah, but that would be too complicated, Williams said. It would take a lot
of balls to tell a girl who her father is and everyone knows Williams
doesn't have the balls. He didn't years ago when he had the chance and
he's not about to now especially when he's got a son in Los Angeles who
may never know who his father is either.
Strange too is the fact that for all the hell April Stevens went through,
Williams has not asked Heather how her mother is doing. Strange three is
that while Heather knows that Mrs. Bardwell was married before, she must
have read it on the Internet, all grownup and college educated Heather
hasn't made the connection between her mother and Williams.
Which is not to say that's a bad thing, were Heather to learn who her
father is there most assuredly would be the rhetorical blowback. The Lily
Winters can't standing her daddy, but eventually coming to love him even
though he's not her biological daddy. The Daniel Romalotti can't standing
his mother, but coming to love her even though she's a home-wrecking skank.
The angry, pitchfork-wielding teens hating their parents, but running to
them when the money runs out, or they need to be bailed out of jail or
given fancy jobs.
Yup, for Williams to tell the truth is easier said then done because if
there's one thing in Genoa City worse than bogus terror alerts, it's the
god-awful truth. She's
a D.A., But Can She Clean House?
July 13,
2007
by Brent Kellogg
You know
of course not to ask how Heather Stevens came to be Genoa City's
newest District Attorney, or at least for now an assistant DA. She
just did and that's all you need to know because there's no way to
know what qualifies her to be a D.A., whether there may have been
deputy D.A.'s with seniority and more experience because there is no
City Manager or Mayor or anyone to ask.
Don't be surprised that the new D.A. is the same as the old D.A. in
that Stevens will persecute her own cases and do her own legwork.
She has already snapped up the pending Phyllis Newman case and the
unsolved Emma Gibson case and two of the first persons who get to
meet Stevens on their own turf were none other than Lauren Baldwin
and Gloria Abbott because if it's one thing D.A.'s do, it's conduct
interviews with potential suspects in their own homes without
defense lawyers present. It came as no surprise either to learn that
of all the motels and hotels there must be in Genoa City, vagabond
Stevens took a room at the Athletic Supporter Motel and did not make
prior arrangements knowing she was moving to Wisconsin.
And conveniently, moments after Stevens had arrived at the Baldwin
condom, who should appear but her Papa, clueless PI Paul Williams
and dirty cop Maggie Sullivan wanting to speak with the still can't
speak coherently Wilma Bardwell only to be interrupted when the call
came in that Kevin Fisher was apparently ready to turn himself in
and could Sullivan please rush right over to provide taxi service?
Do bears crap in the woods?
Prior to having lost his nerve - in that he, nor sidekick Colleen
Carlton had the guts to kill Jana Hawkes - Fisher and company,
including his lawyer brother, hatched their biggest lie to date.
They conspired to make it appear that Hawkes had tricked Fisher into
going to the abandoned warehouse alone where Hawkes planned to kill
him.
When Sullivan arrived she found Fisher alone with his victim and
arrested Hawkes. She did not think it strange when Michael Baldwin
and Carlton just happened to pop in even as Hawkes swore up and down
that they were all lying. Seen as a do-gooder, Fisher was allowed to
be taken by Carlton to the God Have Mercy Medical Center, and had it
not been for another convenient "seizure" in the cop mobile, Hawkes
would have gone directly to jail and not the hospital where an all
but had forgotten about her battered son Gloria Abbott was on hand
to express shock that Hawkes was being admitted.
And lo, while she'd just had a seizure, Jana was, as Sullivan
predicted, "up" and at it within minutes sputtering about a bag of
money Fisher had with him at the hideout. Latching onto Williams,
Sullivan confronted Fisher about the money, and while he'd been told
at the warehouse to keep his mouth shut, Fisher, in lieu of the
shovel he uses to dig the hole he's in deeper, is expected to run
his mouth.
Nowhere
around for the big showdown, apparently because had he been he
wouldn't have been in the right place at the right time, girly-boy
Daniel Romalotti was nursing a Shirley Temple at Bar of Week Indigo
when he spotted a stranger asking questions about the now very dead
Plum. Peeing his pants, Daniel called porn-enabler Amber Ashley to
tell what he'd seen.
We have seen the arrogant disdain for justice in Genoa City, we've
come to accept that Kevin Fisher and Colleen Carlton are brainless,
insane twits, but for Michael Baldwin, a lawyer, a convicted felon,
to again conspire to cover-up a crime only makes us root for Jana
Hawkes like we cheered Sheila Carter on. Unless Stevens has come to
change all that - the hope that the bad guys win because the
so-called good guys are so stupid and criminal themselves - and so
far she's off to a bad start, it's today's sad commentary on life in
the mini-megalopolis.
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