Wednesday, August 15, 2007

L' Town without pity The young have problems, many problems. They need an understanding heart. Cry me a river, LA's about as dry as a witch's right teat. La Bum's Rush. A less charitable, a less hospitable place might have been chosen by a murderous psychopath from NYC. An original gangster's idea of Paradise, that would be Las Vegas. Still, it's not even as hot as where he ended up, the Beverly Hills. With a thirty caliber hole in his eye, the Times around his ankles, and no visible means of support. Orange line, Vagrants Only. Transient's will follow the Red lines. Prisioners, yellow. Carpooling, blue. Black Dahlia's murderer, black. Shooters, green. All others must exit. Larry Harnisch is ham-fistedly blogging the big no place to be circuit of 1957. He had better hurry up. Larry won't publish most of my comments, but I haven't altogether given up hope for him. I'm freely giving these astounding new findings, which using the latest technology, proved to be the key in decoding the map to the crime, which gives all the information needed, to finally solve the riddle of the murder of Elizabeth Short. You would think he'd be able to see and quick to latch onto the biggest story of his entire career? Nope. He's still in thrall of his own work on the case. He would have to admit he was alltogether wrong about Walter Bayley. It's ancient history now, Larry. Open your mind. The killer was a map freak named Ed F. Burns. Timothy, Darling? Don't scare the nice newspaperman!  August Sander (1928)   12:33:51 PM    comment