 Burns, Baby. Burns
Edisco's Inferno. The bare trees bear true witness to the teaching. The dry haunts of St Ann's day. The east windsore set Freddy's Hair Dryer afire. Hunter's fear and self loathing in Southern California waterparks reaches peak demand today. We'll see down to the seashore.
I learned from hard experience that Steve Hodel is a real class A jerk. Even on an open forum, all he ever wants to talk about is his own boring stupid theory. A natural spammer, even when you smash some particular point or other of his, he refuses to respond in kind. He makes smoke and runs away. Why? Because there are no similar holes in my data. Or he would be people and point them out. But the author of BDA ain't people. He's a real celebrity, like Oprah.
Only Massa Steve Hodel is worthy of discussion, on that prissy board. Keep in your places, fans. Questions about your theory are to be considered rude, an affront to, and a waste of the great mans time and keystrokes, so gratiously donated there to Hazelton's House of Hackneyed. What a sight.
I think he wants what Ed wanted, to be exposed. Caught in his own personal web of lies, the walls start their mild undulations and something thrums a deep synapse at the base of his cerebellum. The murderous bookwork, an ongoing obstruction of any justice for Elizabeth Short except his kind, which is no justice for her at all. Catch him at it if you can, it's all about him. Now.
The Black Dahlia's avenger? Hardly. He'll always be the lying fishmonger as long he reufses this invitation to comment on the Black Dahlia cartogram above, below. Call it a chance to reset the record, huh? Maybe sharpen up those polemic skills of yours, if any. Need straight lines? I've got millions: Why doesn't that map prove Ed Burns killed the Black Dahlia, or can't you tell? [Give it a few, it took me six months, but your work is done.] Can a map lie?
Here it is, Hodel!
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