 Inclement Weather
With the big storm on the way, we're all battened down up here on the "north shore" of Lake Michigan. The so-called gales of November come a little late this year and I finally have some time to visit. Clicked on the girls at beth short dotcom yesterday and found them happily plucking the Dahlia's eyebrows and generally keeping things as they are over there. No sign of you know who.
One thing they're not doing there is reading the BDS or FBI files like they ought to be. It's been a year now since the movie came out, and still the investigation languishes, in spite of all the new evidence in the files, and the completed survrey of the crime locations, proving intent beyond reasonable doubt. BDS Jack must bear his share of the blame for this by his silly game of hide and seek with his identity. What's he so afraid of? Serious people have to stand behind their work and be publicly accessible to critics and supporters, and to not refer them to their fucking webmaster. It's stupid, like so much of this case. Stupido encarnation. people want to talk to the boss today, Jack, get with it.
It's possible this Ed Burns guy is still alive somwhere. Maybe Vegas. There's even a listing under that name in the white pages. If I was still working, I'd give that guy a ring. But, I'm not. That kind of authority can be very hard to bear. But the case was never closed for some reason, and I'm starting to believe that the reason is: They're wating for the Vegas guy to kack. Good for them. Perhaps it betrays some knowledge of the true facts of the case. That Ed Burns left LA for good in '42. Whatever was left of him there was dead. It would be Marry Clement who returned to the city in of 1945. Perhaps on a crowded troop train arriving in time for VJ Day, August, 14th. Or he could have flown in from St. Louis via the MATS.
There's lot's of new junk to recoil in horror at on the map. Give it a zoom or two.
The comments have dried-up like the Colorado Delta. My just Mojave desserts. Yes, it was me who pierced the gasbag Steve Hodel at what should have been his triumph moment getting on that Most Evil show. Well, I watched a rerun the other day, and I still think he made an absolute jack-ass of himself on that show. He cried like always. His new evidence was nothing of the sort. He throughly contradicted himself and discredited the whole dumb show within that one disasterous episode. Dancing with the Serial Killer Stars. That's really why they kicked me off that message board. Bearing false witness against the lard and a basic cable show. I'll live with that. Clement means forgiving.
 Alfred Eisenstaedt (1945)
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