BIZARRO BLOGGER BOBBY WIGHTMAN-CERVANTES GOES BATSHIT CRAZY IN SOROLLA COURTROOM

Bobby Wightman-Cervantes, with a Light
Dusting of Baby Powder or Powdered Sugar
Before Retiring for the Night

Brownsville's bloggers and blog readers love Bobby Wightman-Cervantes, well aware that there are, actually, two Bobbys, "Good Bobby" and "Bad Bobby."

Both Bobbys, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, as it were, were on display in yesterday's column of the BROWNSVILLE VOICE, written by Bobby Wightman-Cervantes.

First, "Good Bobby" did a feel-good story about the "soft opening" of Dodici Pizza at 1204 E. Adams Street, downtown Brownsville, owned by Trey Mendez with partner/operator Dante Alighieri.

Bobby described ordering a 12 inch Classico, tasting the "airy crust" and the "hint of fat" from the mozzarella, describing a "genius" complementary salad of "cucumber, watermelon, mint, feta cheese, a hint of lime and maybe something else."

Damn!  Is this really Bobby or some con·nois·seur
sent from food heaven?

Cervantes was not done.  There was this little matter of "the wine."  In typical "Good Bobby" eloquence, he said: 

" I had a red Chianti. I enjoyed it. It was very refreshing with the pizza."

Thank you, "Good Bobby."  That was great.  We consider Trey Mendez a friend, although we were not, like you,  invited to the soft or hard opening of Dodici.

But, suddenly, black cumulonimbus clouds appeared accompanied by the sound of thunder. The sky darkened.  

The thunder and lightning were nature's announcement that Bobby Wightman-Cervantes was morphing into "Bad Bobby!"

In a millisecond, Cervantes turned from condescending foodie to disbarred lawyer, yes becoming "Bad Bobby" as he played footloose and fancy free with the facts in his gavel to gavel coverage of the TRO with respect to the hiring of Mario Lozoya as Executive Director of the GBIC.

Bobby's court commentary obviously included ludicrous, bizzarro, insane attacks on me and my grandson Jack.  Notice this excerpt from Bobby's BROWNSVILLE VOICE:

Sorola showed extreme bias for Mike Hernandez's side. He looked Barton straight in the face when his phone rang and he answered it in the courtroom. Barton then left the courtroom. Any other judge would have ordered Barton's phone confiscated. Twice Barton had to leave to control some out of control child in the hall making a ton of noise disrupting the proceedings. In both cases Sorola did nothing.

"Barton?"  That's me, just as "Montoya" is Juan and "McHale" is Jerry in Bobby's writings.  

Did my cellphone ring in Judge Sorolla's courtroom?  Did I answer it as Bobby suggested, then go deal with an unruly child in the lobby?

Hell no!  I was not even there!  Bobby is delusional, pulling shit out from between his ass cheeks.

Grandson Jack,  Was He Out of Control, Making a Ton 
of Noise in the Lobby Outside Judge Sorolla's Courtroom?

Many in town know that my grandson Jack accompanies me to meetings at the MPO, the Airport Advisory Board, the BCIC, the GBIC.

During the Marisa Goveal trial in the hit-and-run death of Mary Tipton, Jack was not allowed in the court room because he was under age.  He sat quietly for hours every day in the lobby with his grandma Nena. 

Even before Nena's death, he became the camera person for the Brownsville Observer, an absolutely "one take" guy.

Jack simply asks "what do you want in the picture?"  He walks over and takes it.

He has acted like a perfect little gentleman at every meeting, never disruptive or loud as implied by Wightman's column.

Of course, in the case of the TRO hearing with respect to the hiring of Mario Lozoya, Jack and I were not there, despite the reporting by the fact-challenged, disbarred lawyer, Bobby Wightman-Cervantes.

"Bad Bobby" simply makes shit up!

"Jack, do you want to sue Bobby Wightman-Cervantes for defamation?  He implied you acted badly outside Judge Sorolla's courtroom," I asked.

"No, I don't care about that," Jack answered, barely looking up from his I-pad.

"Grandpa, do you want to see the new drum machine I made on Minecraft?  I added some reverb and echo."

"Sure, Jack," I replied.