Campo's Takes

Campo’s Take: Play It Smart, Not Loud

Alright, boys and girls, lemme give it to you straight. You got four ways to handle this Rev. King situation. Each one’s got teeth, but they all bite somewhere. Ain’t no golden ticket, just the path that fits how you like to play. So here’s what I see—plus, minus, and what happens if it blows up in your face.

Digging Up Dirt

This one’s the slow burn. You get your hands dirty tailing him, cracking locks, leaning on his allies till something gives. If there’s a body, a mistress, or a shady dollar trail, you’ll find it. Plus side: it’s real. That kind of dirt don’t wash off easy.
Downside? It takes time. And time’s the one thing we ain’t got in this dumbass special election. You come up empty, you just wasted a week while the good Reverend sings gospel and eats up votes. Worse, if you get caught snooping? You become the scandal.
You go this route, you better be ghosts—quiet, thorough, and mean. You want help, I got guys that do this. But they ain’t cheap. And they don’t take IOUs.

Create a Scandal

This one’s dirty and fast. You don’t find a scandal, you make one. Fake receipts, phony mistresses, staged rallies gone wrong. You get people talking, whispering, turning their backs.
Upside? It works fast. Real fast. Perception is king in politics, and a whiff of smoke has voters runnin’ for the hills.
But here’s the rub—if you screw it up, and it is exposed as fake? Then you’re the liars, and King becomes a martyr. That makes him untouchable. You better be damn good at fake news if you take this road. And you need a fall guy—someone to blame when the heat comes down.
Still, it’s the kind of thing that wins elections overnight. Just ask Lenny’s old man.

Intimidate Him

Old school. Real classic. You send a message—personal and loud. You scare the holy piss outta him or someone close. Wife, cousin, choir director, don’t matter. Everyone breaks eventually. Especially out-of-towners.
Now, if it works? Boom. He drops out or suddenly “gets called to serve elsewhere.” Simple.
But this is heat. Big, ugly heat. If King’s got protection—cops, press, even a crooked fed—you just painted a bullseye on your whole crew. And if the guy don’t scare? Then you gotta escalate. This ain’t bluff poker. Once you start, you better be ready to finish.
Personally? I like this for guys who need catharsis more than they need results.

Back Door Deal

Cece. She’s poison in silk. Snake charmer with a spreadsheet. She’s offering you the crown if you help her burn the others down.
The good? You win. You back her, clear the field, and she hands you favors like candy at a parade.
Bad news? You trust her, you’re dumber than you look. She don’t want power to share it—she wants it to own you. Once she’s in that seat, she don’t need you anymore. And if she feels cute, she might even feed you to the Feds just to clean house.
And don't forget that Lenny Corvino has the kind of friends that don't forget shit too easily. You are gonna have to play your cards smart at that table too.
This is the big risk, big reward move. Only pick this path if you’re planning two moves ahead—and already have the knife halfway in her ribs.

Final Word

Every one of these options can work. But they can all blow up, too. Pick your poison. Just don’t mix ’em, or you’ll end up pissing off three devils instead of killing one.
And for God’s sake—coordinate. This ain’t amateur hour. You’re makin’ a power play. Play it smart, not loud.