And this week on As The Teedy Turns, we have a new chapter: a denied court case, or rather, a denied attempt at dodging one. Mayor Cantrell, or as we affectionately call her, Teedy, is wobbling on the ropes, y’all. Will she pull through? Spoiler alert: nah.
The walls are closing in faster than a second line in the French Quarter. The feds already hit her alleged boo, Jeffery Vappie, with a wire fraud indictment. Recently, they added a former permit inspector to their collection. This guy supposedly bribed the mayor with tickets to what may have been the worst game in Saints history (we’re talking record levels of bad). Now, the word on the street? An indictment for Teedy is just a matter of time.
Teedy vs. Time: Her Civil Rights Case Isn’t Waiting
But before she faces the feds, Teedy has another headache—Anne Breaud’s Civil Rights Violation case. You remember that, right? Teedy’s lawyers popped up in court last week, asking to stall the case because, well, the mayor has bigger problems, like future indictments. Yes, you read that right. The mayor’s legal team essentially said, “She’s too busy dodging legal trouble to deal with this one right now.”
When the judge asked for proof, though, there were crickets. Has she been indicted? Nope. Has she received a target letter? Also, nope. So, what does the judge do? Bang the gavel, of course. The show must go on.
And here we are. This case is a $1 million hole the mayor has dug for herself. Anne Breaud, who just so happened to be another tenant of the Pontalba, found herself in the middle of Teedy’s drama.
The Pontalba Chronicles: Balcony Spy Games
One fine day, Breaud was minding her business on her balcony when she noticed something interesting. Across the street, Teedy and her alleged boo were kicking back at a restaurant, laughing, and having a good time. Oh, and did I mention her boo was on the clock? Again? (Allegedly.)
Breaud, being the savvy neighbor, had a camera nearby. She snapped a few pics and thought, “Hmm, the MCC (Metropolitan Crime Commission) might want to see these.” And guess what? She sent them over. Things escalated from there.

The mayor didn’t take too kindly to being photographed. She fired back with a restraining order and her own version of receipts—a photo of Breaud’s driver’s license. Oh, but wait, there’s more. Along with it came Breaud’s social security number, her address, and some dirt about a domestic violence incident. A domestic violence incident that, by the way, the mayor’s team didn’t even bother to verify. You know, just a casual violation of privacy because, why not?
Digging Dirt, Burying Yourself
Now, this begs the question: where did the mayor get all that personal info? That’s right—hmm. Breaud and the MCC had the same thought. Turns out, Teedy had some help from three NOPD officers to dig up that dirt.
So, here we are. Breaud says her rights were trampled and her reputation damaged beyond repair. She’s seeking $1 million in damages, and those three NOPD officers are facing potential indictments. The mayor could’ve saved herself a world of trouble if she had just let those pictures slide. Instead, she opted for the nuclear option—unverified dirt, illegal info, and a legal mess that just keeps getting worse.
Delaying Reality: Teedy’s Latest Hail Mary

This whole attempt to delay Breaud’s case was like throwing a Hail Mary with your eyes closed and hoping for a touchdown. But you can’t dodge a present case by waving around a potential one. The mayor’s playbook seems more like a comedy of errors. She’s completely out of sync, much like Trump dancing to his own tune at that bizarre rally. She’s out here freestyling when she needs a solid game plan.
And let’s talk about who’s on the hook for that potential $1 million payout. Surprise! It’s not Teedy. It’s us, the good people of New Orleans. The city is listed as a defendant, meaning we, the taxpayers, might be footing the bill for the mayor’s legal shenanigans. So not only do we get to watch Teedy harass and intimidate, but we also get to potentially pay for it. Thanks, Teedy. We’ll make sure to remember this when it’s time to discuss your legacy.
There you have it—Teedy, once again, at the center of a storm she just can’t seem to avoid. Each move she makes just digs the hole deeper, and all we can do is wait for the inevitable. Buckle up, folks. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.