 The bunding of the internet
For a free taste of what cyber concentration camp will be like for bloggers, one need only to look at some of the pre-bust sites that are still going strong and some of the others, not so much. I have been restless since Atrios went all weird about the Catholics after the Edwards fiasco, and then the banishments really started coming fast, the fear was everywhere palpable up and down the blogroll. I happily split the political scene, for a break.
I was offended by The Black Dahlia movie so I was going to be the first blogger to look at the then unsolved case, a gruesome 1947 sex killing out in Los Angeles. The mystery had interested me since childhood in the Sunny Southland. Just a short winter lark before returning to the dance minuet.
Things went very well with my investigation. While I found out early on that the Black Dahlia Solution was just that, my investigation has provided the nearly absolute proof of premeditation and in fact, I was able to deduce from the exact location in which the body was dumped, that the killer had indeed laid out the entire crime for the police like some goddamn pirate treasure map. But the cops couldn't even figure that out, blown away by the sexual mutilation of the carrion there. L.A.'s Stupidest? Perhaps. I think not. This was a bright boy. The type who wins chess games in four moves, or commits the perfect crime.
Six months later I have published my results and waiting for my data to be looked at by anybody not involved in exploiting the horrible murder, who is also qualified to interpret my results. It shouldn't take too long. Anyone with tenth grade math skills should understand Ed's geometry problem with ease.
If this is an open murder case shouldn't somebody in LAPD homicide be keeping relatively informed of the latest published materials concerning case, lest any new evidence be, shall we say, missed. Nope, the cops probably can't use the fucking internet, since the bosses are afraid of them looking at porno or playing solitare on the city payroll, but I digress.
And by September, I'm at loose ends again, hangout wise after I was booted off the only website of any marginal interest solely devoted to all things Dahlia, all things except who really killed her. Their do-re-mi sensors got all lit up by anyone (me) who didn't toe the company line that Elizabeth Short was a whore, a porno vixen and likely to have performed any seamy sexual outrages their overheated libidos can project into, onto or around her memory.
It had been five years since Seamous Cornelious and me were banned from Mike Malloy's website for excessive hazing of the barflies Malloy likes to keep around him to always make sure he's the smartest talkshow host within earshot. Relics from the days when he was a #1 big deal talk show host in Chicago on WLS at night. SAG was the Indiana Bureau Chief, a title he cherished little enough, until Malloy stabbed him in the back and broke his poor heart.
Tom, the Invisible Alky was Mike's new boyfriend. This was about the old Broken Arrow's began his assult on the readers wth his mind numbingly boring mass info dumps. Yes, I taught them all how to link and shit, De Sweet and I. I wonder what ever happened to Kali Durga? I regret it now.
The thing looks the like organization chart of a Freemasons local and functions exactly like a personality cult, always the most dangerous pitfall for the novice lefty truthseeker. All too soon they become seektruthers and ticket punchers, a humping hill of posts, the perfectly vertical pecking order functions among the greater worshipers where as long as nubies put in your posts, and remain somehow inoffensive to the others, BA the Simian Slayer (Ooh-ooh scary, children.) won't come a-chopping and dump you in a vacant lot with only the words "banned user" to mark your passing.
Sadly, their hearts are in the right places, but their heads are still up their asses at Mike Malloy's Web Site. Score it 41 out of 100. About the average level of reading comprehension of the big four posters over there. Don't waste your time. Listen to the radio show, that's good.
 Mike gives 'em the finger.
3:59:18 PM 
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