Le Miroir de L’âme
by Oui We Can
In case you’re curious, and don’t happen to speak much French, the title here apparently means, The Mirror of the Soul. We ran across the phrase in the course of working on a Broadcast Network project that we’re doing for Penthouse, and having learned its meaning, felt it fit perfectly into a brief discussion of what would technically be the “current-day” Michael Ninn. You see, most of you probably don’t think about it much either, but the lawsuit between Michael and Spearmint Rhino has been going on for a year and a half now, and honestly shows no real signs of reaching a conclusion — favorable or not — any time soon. You see, when you have as much money as the owner of a giant strip club chain, and you’re really irritated, you can make life pretty miserable for anyone that has the gumption to try and criticize your actions. Now we’re specifically not saying whether or not Michael is right or wrong in the case here, but so far no one’s even heard about the facts behind the issue. The lawyers are well into seven-figure fees, and all they’ve been doing so far seems to be sneaking around the Civil Procedure morass, trying to get rid of the case without ever actually talking about the merits of the claim at all. [ … There was a bit more ranting and raving here about the apparent injustice in the “American System of Justice,” but I’m just going to assume you all get the point. It’s bad enough when we’re forced to talk to lawyers. We should really limit talking about them as much as we possibly can. … Let’s just move along, shall we?]
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Take away family members and think about how many people you’ve known for 18+ years and still talk to regularly. For most of us, that list probably won’t be a large one. If, for example, you won beaucoup scholarships in your young life, went on to some stupidly expensive college, and ultimately graduated from law school and passed the bar exam — and then you went into the porn business — well, odds are good that what passed for “friends” in those early years didn’t actually turn out to be all that, well, friendly. … Hypothetically, of course.
