It’s all over the news: Virginia’s ex-Governor, Bob McDonnell and his wife Maureen have been indicted by the US Attorney’s office on multiple counts including failing to disclose gifts and loans as required by law. This man, who was once thought to have a squeaky clean enough image that made him a name thrown around as a possible candidate for the 2016 Presidential election, is now having to come up with a defense for having made false statements and flat-out disobeying clear government rules.
As it often happens, people underestimate others. As it also often happens, people don’t push the fast-forward button down long enough to do an assessment of what can possibly happen if they go down the path in which they have decided to travel. So caught up in their immediate goal are they, that they often times don’t think of how the decisions they are making today can come right back and bite them in the rear tomorrow.
I don’t think that Bob McDonnell thought that he had anything to worry about with his old chef, Mr. Schneider. Apparently, Mr. Schneider, who was hired to be the chef at the Governor’s mansion, had his eyes and ears so open that he could have qualified as an NSA data collection source. He wasn’t the stupid chef in the kitchen that people may have thought he was. In fact, he was so observant of how people in the mansion were treating others, that he must have understood the concept that what you see someone doing, shows you what they are capable of doing. You can read the recent story written about him HERE. He took photos of things he saw and experienced, likely thinking that he may need them in case anyone started throwing stones at him. A quote from the linked article has him saying, “If they ever come after me, I’m going to sing like a canary.”
He didn’t have to wait long for those stones, and oh what a melody he is singing.
Not music to the McDonnell’s ears, I can well imagine, but a nice tune for the US Attorney. McDonnell wasn’t exactly being discreet about his illegal activities either. A picture on Facebook of him holding a bottle of a supplement that his donor/friend (Star Scientific ex-exec Jonnie Williams, Sr) wanted him to help launch via the easy road to riches. (Note to self Bob, when your “friend” is trying to drag you along an unsavory path, you might want to reconsider the use of the word). Then there’s the Rolex watch that his donor-buddy bought that Bob failed to report. (Another note Bob: if the chef is right and you really are happy with Prego, tell your wife to get you a Timex that you wouldn’t have had to disclose at all). Finally, but not really since there is plenty more for you to read in the linked stories, is the daughter’s wedding food. McDonnell, when asked, insisted that his daughter had handled everything about that now-famous wedding spread. In fact, Daddy Warbucks (aka Jonnie Williams) forked over $15k for that wedding dinner. The backpeddling began when a contract for the catering surfaced bearing the Governor’s signature and handwritten notes along the border. Oh, and then there was the deposit check also signed by the Governor. (Beep beep! That’s the sound of the bus that Bob tried to throw his daughter under.)
Bomp Bomp! And that is the sound of the tractor trailer that the chef was driving. People will ultimately think what they will about the folks on either side of this fiasco. I suspect that neither party thought it would go as far as it has. People who know MY story, know why this particular story resonates with me as it does. There are, after all, many similarities. How cute! Their real estate company was called MoBo (combination of their names). The moral I see in the story of the Governor and the chef is this: One should not throw stones when they live in glass houses. You definitely shouldn’t throw them if you live in the Governor’s mansion and have a lot to lose. Some have previously commented that my business partner had a great deal to lose by putting herself and her business and dealings “out there” in the way that she has in all sorts of public legal and government forums. Glass house. And she certainly threw a lot of stones from it.
I like the chef’s perspective. I like how he protected himself, and I like how he (like me) has saved a little sumthin-sumthin in case he needs it for the future. He said, “He plans on keeping it private—unless Virginia comes after him again.” With a book in the future plans, perhaps he will get a Rolex of his own when all is said and done. For now, it sounds like he is doing okay. Bob and Maureen are another matter, as well as Ken Cuccinelli, the attorney who was willing to put himself in the middle of the mess that ultimately cast a disparaging light on who HE was. The Virginia voters didn’t like it. And by the way, Mo, not cool about the false statements to investigators about making payments on a loan or that you signed paperwork for one. You didn’t know they can access your emails from years ago? You win points for dressing your husband, and for that Rolex. As the saying goes, he looks “casket sharp”.
For you lawyers, the indictment can be found HERE