Friday, July 19, 2019

Friday Reads

I think Twitter and other sites are going to rue the day they ever went out of their way to protect "Jessica" Yaniv, born Jonathan Yaniv.

The media embargo on publishing his name was lifted a couple of days ago.

I will give Donald Trump some credit:  He doesn't believe the moon landing was faked.

Obituary:  Dubbed "The Queen of Saratoga," noted thoroughbred owner and breeder Marylou Whitney, 93, has died.   She owned 2004 Belmont Stakes winner Birdstone.

Born Marie Louise Schroeder in Kansas City, Whitney was the daughter of an accountant who knew eventual President Harry Truman and a mother who loved equine and showed five-gaited Saddlehorses.

"I was born on a horse," she said in a 2011 interview. "We rode every single weekend. I had a horse from the time I was big enough to get on one."

Whitney became a popular wartime disc jockey playing popular music for servicemen during World War II. In 1958, she married C.V. Whitney, the son of Harry Payne Whitney and grandson of William C. Whitney, the latter of whom bought the land and built the current racetrack at Saratoga. William C. Whitney won the Belmont Stakes in 1899, 105 years before Marylou duplicated the feat.


More and more people are becoming brave enough to write about the Tranada Yaniv case.

This article is about the decline and fall of Alan Dershowitz.

I love this paragraph:

Dershowitz, now 80, is his generation’s answer to Clarence Darrow, the legendary “Attorney for the Damned.” He was nice to have on your side if you were innocent, but his real specialty was representing the despicably guilty. During his heyday, which coincided with the golden era of the celebrity lawyer, he was a recognizable face — bookish glasses, mustache, big red bushy hair — in the middle of countless front-page crimes stories. He represented the junk-bond king Michael Milken, the biggest crook on Wall Street in the 1980s. He was part of the “dream team” of attorneys that defended O.J. Simpson. When I visited his downstairs bathroom, I noticed it was decorated with cheeky photos: he and Leona Helmsley on the cover of this magazine; O.J. breaking free on the gridiron; the accused wife-poisoner Claus von Bülow, grinning in medieval-style stocks. (His victory in the von Bülow case was made into a film, Reversal of Fortune, which was co-produced by Elon.)

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