Kielbasa links governor with LaMar
we have the photographs. For someone who essentially claims she never even knew who this drug kingpin was, they surely seemed to spend a lot of time together.
It’s all over now, that brief tumultuous relationship between Maura Healey and LaMar Cook.
But the lovebirds will always have… Springfield. And their lovey-dovey photos, from a happier time, before the handcuffs and recriminations and LaMar Cook’s alleged deliveries of eight kilos of cocaine to Gov. Healey’s own personal office suite in the state office building on Dwight Street.
Talk about irreconcilable differences. Maura no longer even dares speak LaMar’s name. She just refers to him as “this individual.”
LaMar Who?
Such an irretrievable breakdown, and not Maura’s first either. Do you recall a certain elderly female justice on the Supreme Judicial Court…?
But we have the photographs. For someone who essentially claims she never even knew who this drug kingpin was, they surely seemed to spend a lot of time together.
Check the evidence out here, from LaMar’s Facebook page. They’re all from 2023 – maybe he scrubbed the later snapshots. I really like the one from the kielbasa festival in Chicopee – that date night had to be LaMar’s call.
Maura just doesn’t seem like much of a kielbasa kind of person, for any number of reasons, starting with the actual shape of the sausage. Plus, she went to Harvard, as I’m sure she’s told you at least a few thousand times.
If you enjoy kielbasa, you are a white ethnic. White ethnics don’t go to Harvard. They’re banned, in case you haven’t noticed. They all carry the mark of the beast – MAGA.
Notice Maura’s outfit at the sausage-swallowing event in Chicopee. Interesting, because in the picture taken a couple of months later, a few miles down the road at the Big E in West Springfield, Maura seems to be wearing almost the same garb – jeans and a blue coat.
She probably thinks that’s the down-home look favored by all the kielbasa-eating hillbillies living in trailer parks out there on what Sen. Elizabeth Warren refers to as “the west coast of Massachusetts.”
Do you suppose that was Maura’s west-coast grab, stashed in her personal office in Suite 300 on Dwight Street, along with LaMar’s eight… oh, never mind?
Don’t Maura and LaMar look so happy together, even at that solemn Memorial Day ceremony?
Now, though, Maura is so angry about the breakup with LaMar. You ask her anything about her 413 pal, and she knows nothing.
She had no idea she was handing him that $31,439 “buyout” while he was in jail.
She was gobsmacked when that nice young woman she appointed as a Superior Court judge cut his bail from $75,000 to $25,000.
She had no idea that his mom was going to win $1 million in the Mass State Lottery (which is run by Treasurer Deb Goldberg, who also had her photo taken with LaMar).
And most assuredly, it is not her fault that LaMar is now relaxing in Florida somewhere near Disney World, running up huge tabs at expensive steakhouses on Maura’s state welfare cards.
On the alleged drug kingpin’s Facebook page, you can see so many hacks posing with the one-time accused drive-by shooter. A drive-by shooter who didn’t even have a Massachusetts driver’s license.
Among others, Sen. Ed Markey, Congressmen Richie Neal, Steve Lynch and Bill Keating – the Over the Hill Gang of Hibernian highwaymen.
There’s an outside shot with his arm around Hampden Sheriff Nick Cocchi, before the night Cocchi got the bad ice cube outside the casino.
I’ll soon be tweeting that photo out, with the caption, “Both these hacks have recently said the same thing to a judge: ‘Not guilty, Your Honor.’”
All these hacks would have the same answer now that Maura always has if you ask them about their old pal:
“LaMar Who?”
It’s often said that success has a thousand fathers, and that failure is an orphan. Same principle here – a hack job has a thousand pals, a cocaine bust is an orphan. The Friends of LaMar Cook are no more.
LaMar Who?
