THE JESUS SCROLL
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as the assistant cameraman was discussing coverage angles with correspondent Roxanne Danza, she noticed an NBA sized African American with a high peak sweat stain. Stetson talking to a Daily News columnist. Who was that? She asked her producer, It's Jimmy one stick, aka the Marlboro Man or Pay Dude the hat, beaded buckskin vest and common skin. Tony LAMAs are his uniform while dealing single signature teens to traders outside the New York Stock Exchange, and this is the opening day of his lawsuit. Over the years, Jim has been arrested about 300 times. His lawyer acts like Lionel Huts and is demanding that Giuliani fork over 100 million for emotional damages. It's a circus case that's happening in a courtroom down the hall from the junior men's fraud trial in room 7 56. Get the camera on him, said Roxanne. I'm going to get an interview. How soon can we do a live broadcast? Sure, I'll tell the control room where you're going for a quick cut in and turning to the camera. Man, we need a wide angle to get the full effect of rocks at 5 ft two next to him and his mirror polished boots gleaming in the early afternoon sun. 90 seconds later, the producer, displaying three fingers, said, We are live in three, two, one closed fist. As Roxanne was asking her first question in the background, 87 year old professor Norman Gold was tremulous Lee, shuffling from the sidewalk to the first of the broad marble steps up to the Corinthian columns framing the ornate bronze courthouse doors and then the blurred image of a man holding a short barrel Sig Sauer P. 29 and firing two slugs into the back of Professor Gold's head. The thump thump sound of gunfire was muffled by the whistles and clanging cowbells. Neither Roxanne nor Hey Dude had any idea of what was happening just 20 ft behind them, but five million viewers were watching in real time. The professor's body thrust a skew from the impact of two full jacketed hollow 1 24 grain spear gold dot point bullets traveling at a muzzle velocity of 1120 FPs. And a reddish cloud from the exploding mixture of brain and skull and blood. The cameraman's reaction was instant. He twisted the lens to a tight focus as he pivoted to follow the assassin plunging into the crowd but lost in the throng of lunch hour workers on cell phones. At the City Hall subway entrance, studio host Steve Doocy, sitting next to Ann Coulter, began to pee in his pants.