SMURFIT. A RADICAL RETURN. CATASTROPHE TO TRIUMPH. LET THE SUNSHINE. WOW. THE MORNING SUN OVER THE SHINY HILLS OF EAST MISSOULA, WAS SPECTACULAR THIS MORNING! SO BEAUTIFUL! BUSES PACKED: (1) 5:35 AM TO AIRPORT, FULL OF COLLEGE AGE STUDENTS, WITH BIG ORANGE BACKPACKS, AND GEAR, LOOKED LIKE A TOUR OF SOME TYPE, YELLOWSTONE TO GLACIER, STOPPING AT MISSOULA FOR SENT OFF? FUN! ZIP INTO SUMMER FUN. JUST A FEW DAYS LEFT. (2) FAV TRIP OF ANY DAY, TO BONNER AND BACK, FULL OF STUDENTS, COMMUTERS, AND JUST FOLKS ON THE MOVE TO GROCERY SHOP OR WHATEVER; (3) #1 HEADING TOWARD THE UNIVERSITY, YEAH, THE STUDENTS ARE BACK, ENERGY AND EXCITEMENT IN THE AIR AND ABOUT TOWN! COOL. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SPARKLING. SMART WATER. 100% NATURAL BLISS 100% OF THE TIME! EVERYBODY LOVES HUMANS. LOVE TO WATCH THE CITY WAKE UP AND GET ROLLING! COMFORT AND PROTECTION. WE CAME. WE COMIC--CONQUERED. COMIC CON. SACRED LIES. A MYSTERIOUS CULT. 2 DEAD BODIES. SHE SURVIVED. NICK OFFERMAN. ENERGIZE. FANTASTIC BEASTS. SNUBBED, BUT LOVED. THE RUMORS ARE TRUE. SMILE, YOU'RE ON . . . . PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER AND YOU COULD SAVE. MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE--FALLOUT. WORST WAYS TO BE DROPPED BY A SPY. NO NOSE CAN RESIST. THAT SMELL. OOHH, THAT SMELL THAT SURROUNDS YOU. REAL MEAT. SHERMICHAEL SINGLETON. GOP STRATEGIST. ALWAYS BE MY MAYBE. SMILE. STRAW. VERY BAD MEN. JUSTICE SERVED: MURDEROUS AFFAIRS.INTERESTING ONE, JUST BECAUSE OF THE NORMALCY OF THE PLAYERS: (1) THE VICTIM HUSBAND, AN ACCOUNTANT IN GILLETTE, WYOMING; (2) THE SCHOOL TEACHER WIFE, WHO IS FOUND, RUNNING TO COPS ALONG, A HIGHWAY, WEARING NOTHING BUT HER BLACK BRA AND PANTIES, CLAIMING, THAT HER HUSBAND HAD BEEN ATTACKED BY SOME LARGE MAN WEARING OVERALLS, AND COWBOY BOOTS, WHO SHOT HIM, AND TOOK HER; (3) THE PRINCIPLE OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, WHOM THE WIFE WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH FOR THE LAST, 4 FUCKING YEARS! THE MAN IN THE OVERALLS WAS MADE UP, IN THIS ELABORATE SCHEME OF THIS PRIME AND PROPER SCHOOL TEACHER, MOTHER OF TWO! THE PRINCIPLE, TRIED TO TALK HER INTO JUST DIVORCING HER HUSBAND, BUT SHE WAS AFRAID, HE WOULD FIGHT FOR CUSTODY OF THE KIDS, SO SHE PREFERRED HIS DEATH? GOOD GRIEF, NOW THE KIDS LOST BOTH MOM AND DAD! ARE YOU CLOWNS THINKING THESE AFFAIRS OUT? THE PRINCIPLE HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SHOOTING, IT WAS THE WIFE! 25 TO LIFE! GOD HOW STUPID. JEFF EPSTEIN IN BACK IN THE NEWS AGAIN, AND, TRUE TO MY BLOG YESTERDAY, WHEN THERE IS A DEAD BODY, START AND HOMICIDE, EVEN IN A JAIL, A VERY SCARY PLACE, IN DEED, BECAUSE, IT IS SO ISOLATED AND SECLUDED, AND IF SOME, LIKE TRUMP, OR OTHER POWERFUL, WEALTHY MEN, WERE AFRAID, JEFF WOULD TALK, WHO KNOWS WHO COULD BE PAID TO KILL HIM, APPARENTLY, THE AUTOPSY REPORT CAME BACK, AND, THERE ARE INJURIES, INCONSISTENT WITH HANGING, LIKE, SOME OF HIS OTHER NECK MUSCLES WERE BROKEN! AS IN STRANGULATION, THEN, TIE THE SON-OF-A-BITCH UP, AND HANG HIM! HIS VICTIMS, MAY NOT HAVE HIM TO BLAME FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO HAVE THEIR DAY IN COURT AND HAVE HIM, PAY FOR HIS SINS, AND CRIMES, BUT SOMEONE, MADE HIM PAY! YOU MAY HAVE LOST YOUR VIRGINITY, BUT HE LOST HIS LIFE! SOMEONE BETTER INVESTIGATE WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT JAIL. ON OF EPSTEIN'S VICTIMS, WAS, A 14 YEAR OLD GIRL, WORKING AT MARALOGO, WHEN SHE WAS RECRUITED . . . WONDER WHO OFFERED, OR SUGGESTED THAT GIRL, BE OFFERED UP ON THE RICH GUYS, SACRIFICIAL ALTER OF VIRGINS? MMMMMMM! GOOD ON THE JUDGE, WHO, ALLOWED THE VICTIMS TO EITHER SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES, OR ALLOW THEIR ATTORNEYS, TO SPEAK FOR THEM. SAD STATE OF AFFAIRS, PROMISES OF FAME, FORTUNE, OPPORTUNITY, CONNECTIONS WITH THE RICH AND POWERFUL, AND ALL THEY GOT WAS RAPED AND SEXUALLY ASSAULTED. VERY BAD MEN! LOOK, I BELIEVE, THAT GLORIA ALLRED, AND, LISA BLOOM, FEMALE ATTORNEYS, GET MOST OF THESE HIGH PROFILE CASES, YOU CAN CERTAINLY FIND, SOME, ESCAPE CLAUSE ON THE LAW, TO GO AFTER AND ATTACH, VICTIMS, REPARATIONS, AND RESTITUTION, FROM EPSTEIN'S ESTATE! WHEN THERE IS A WILL, THERE IS A WAY! I ALWAYS LOOK FOR THE CONSTITUTIONAL ARGUMENTS FIRST . . . WAS JEFF ACTING AS AN ARM OF THE GOVERNMENT, OR MEN, HIGH IN THE GOVERNMENT? 4TH AND 14TH AMENDMENT ISSUES COME TO MIND. YOUNGER GIRLS ARE A SUSPECT CLASS, AGE IS LISTED, AS ONE OF THE PROTECTED, CLASSES, UNDER THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION . . . DEAD PAN, WIN, IF YOU CAN CONNECT IT TO A RIGHT, A PROTECTION, AN ARGUMENT, ALSO, UNDER THE 5TH, FOR TAKING THEIR, LIFE, LIBERTY AND PROPERTY, OR THEIR DREAMS OF THEIR FUTURES, AND WHAT THEY COULD HAVE ACCOMPLISHED, HAD THIS SHIT NOT HAPPENED TO THEM. BE A CAN DO LAWYER! KISSES. DOING A GREAT JOB LADIES! WHICH LEADS ME INTO THE TOPIC OF THE DAY, CREATING A "HOSTILE ENVIRONMENT" AS PER, SEXUAL HARASSMENT! I THOUGHT THIS WAS ALONG THE LINES OF THE THEME OF THE DAY, VERY BAD MEN . . . LET ME GIVE YOU THE FACTS, AND I AM NOT SUGGESTING THAT THIS MAN, IS A VERY BAD MAN, BUT, SEX TRAFFICKING, AND USING WOMEN, UNTIL THEY FEEL THAT THEY ARE USED UP, WHICH IN EPSTEIN'S CASE, MIGHT HAVE BEEN, AT THE RIPE OLD AGE OF 20! BUT I AM GOING TO WRITE SOME QUOTES FROM, THIS BOOK I AM READING, "EXTREMELY DANGEROUS" AND LET YOU SEE, WHAT UKRAINIAN, STREET KIDS, BORN ON THE POOR SIDE OF KIEV, TURN INTO, GIVEN THE FACT THAT OUR OWN, PRESIDENT, HAS DEEP CONNECTIONS WITH THEM AND, HE WAS ALSO, FRIENDS OF EPSTEIN'S, WITH CONNECTIONS TO A SPECIFIC YOUNG GIRL, PRETTY, I AM SURE! SO, YESTERDAY, AFTER THE DETECTIVES LEFT, I GOT MY LUNCH AT THE POV., SAT DOWN, BY MYSELF, WHICH IS EXACTLY THE WAY I LIKE IT! (1) I GET THIS WILD, WAVE, FROM THIS DUDE, IN LINE TO EAT, AND I DON'T KNOW HIM FROM ADAM, OR SO IT SEEMS. ARE YOU WAVING AT ME? WHATEVER. NOT TOO SOCIABLE. YOUNGER PEOPLE AT THE POV. ARE, WORRIED ABOUT CLIQUES, POPULARITY, AND, FITTING IN, LIKE IN ANY SOCIAL SITUATION, BUT, ME, FUCK NO! (2) HE GRABS HIS FOOD, AND RACES OVER TO SIT DOWN BY ME! SILENT SCREAM. I JUST WANT TO EAT AND RUN! THANK YOU. HERE WE GO . . . SMALL TALK I DON'T CARE ABOUT. OH, I DO REMEMBER YOU. I DIDN'T NOT RECOGNIZE YOU BECAUSE, YOU LOST 180 LBS., BUT BECAUSE, YOU WERE GENERALLY, UNREMARKABLE, AND, EASILY FORGOTTEN. (3) THE ONE THING I HATE, AND LIKE ABOUT THE POVERELLO CENTER, IS THAT, EVERYONE, EVEN PEOPLE YOU HAVE NEVER TALKED TO, THINK, YOU ARE FRIENDS, JUST BECAUSE, THEY SAW YOU ONCE AT THE POV.! LOL. WHILE I MIGHT BE FRIENDLY AT THE POV., PLEASANT, COURTEOUS, AND, AGREEABLE, DOESN'T MEAN THAT I EVEN WANT TO KNOW YOU OUT OF THE POV! LOL. SO I CAN'T PLACE WHEN OR HOW LONG AGO, I MET THIS GUY, BUT, WHO CARES, RIGHT? HE TELLS ME HE IS WAITING FOR HIS WIFE. THE STORY IS STARTING TO COME BACK, OH, YEAH, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO . . . BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. GOOD, HE'S MARRIED AND HOPEFULLY, LEAVING SOON. I BASICALLY, EAT THERE, WHEN, I DON'T HAVE MONEY, AND SLEEP THERE, BUT I AM GONE BY 5:00 AM, AND GENERALLY STICK TO MYSELF, FOR MY OWN, SANITY. (4) SO, HE LOOKS AT ME AFTER THE GENERAL, OH, YEAH, I REMEMBER, YOU, SHIT, GOES ON, AND, THEN, HE SAID, "YOU ARE GORGEOUS!" "OH, MY GOD, SO BEAUTIFUL!" "LOOK AT YOU!" ENOUGH ALREADY. THANKS. ME AND YOU OUGHT TO GET TOGETHER. AREN'T YOU MARRIED. DIDN'T YOU JUST TELL ME YOU WERE WAITING FOR YOUR WIFE? YES. BUT . . . SHE LEFT ME . . . CAN'T SAY I BLAME HER. BUT SHE IS COMING TO PICK YOU UP, RIGHT? PLEASE, GOD . . . LOL. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT? PICKING UP CIGARETTE BUTTS, AND TAKING A SHOWER, WHAT I DO EVERY NIGHT. LOL. OH, THAT GOD FOR CHORES! (5) I RAPIDLY FINISH MY LUNCH AND HIT THE ROAD, LIKE I ALWAYS DO, BUT DIDN'T SIT FOR A FEW MINUTES TO TAKE A BREATHER! (6) NO!!!!!!! DUDE COMES AND PLOPS HIS ASS, ACROSS FROM ME AT DINNER! FUCK. I THOUGHT YOUR WIFE WAS PICKING YOU UP? SHE NEVER CAME, I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. NOW HE IS, TURNING THE "CAVE MAN" ON ME, HE STARTS, ACTING LIKE SOME ASSHOLE, MAN, SWEARING, CURSING, PISSING, BITCHING AND MOANING . . . DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU HAD AN APARTMENT? OR HOUSE? WHY ARE YOU HERE? HE REMINDED ME OF THIS BIG ASS, GRUMPY, BEAR, THAT I WAS GOING TO HEAR, ROAR, AT ANY MINUTE! DON'T EAT THE DESERT, JUST DESSERT! LOL. I AM TRYING TO BE NICE, TO THIS GUY, BUT I AM ABOUT TO BLOW A GASGIT! PLEASE GOD, TELL ME THIS FUCK IS NOT STAYING THE NIGHT--I'M A REALLY GOOD WOMAN! THIS DUDE IS NOT EVEN IN MY LEAGUE! SHIT, I AM USED TO GUYS WHO ARE 10'S! AT LEAST! LOL. THOSE PROGRESSIVE ADS, CAME TO MIND, FUNNY SCENARIOS, ABOUT TURNING INTO YOUR PARENTS, CAME TO MIND, HIS GRUMPY OLD MAN, AND THE WAY HE ACTED WITH HIS WIFE, NOW THIS DUDE, THINKS HE HAS ACHIEVED, GRUMPY OLD MAN STATUS! (7) I GET HAPPILY ABOUT MY BUSINESS--I WOULD LEAVE THE FUCKER IF HE WAS MY HUSBAND TOO! LOL. DO MY CHORE, YELL A FEW OBSCENITIES AT THE SMOKERS, WHO ARE SO LAZY ASS, TO BE ACTUALLY, SITTING RIGHT ON THE SOMEWHAT LARGE, ASH TRAY, A COFFEE CAN, AND CAN'T HIT THE CAN! OR WHAT REALLY IRKED ME, WAS, THE MAIN YARD, GETTING EVER FUCKING CIG BUTT, OFF THE GRASS, AND PUTTING A BIG ASS, COFFEE, CAN ON EACH OF THE NEW PICNIC TABLES, THAT ARE GETTING A LOT OF ENJOYMENT AND USE, THANKS TO THE DONOR, BUT, EVEN THAT, DIDN'T STOP THESE LAZY FUCKERS, FROM, PUTTING THERE BUTTS, IN THE CAN, AND ON ONE OF THE TABLES, THEY HAD MOVED IT OFF, ONTO THE GROUND, SO, THEY CAN FLIP THEM ALL OVER THE PLACE, WITHOUT, FEELING GUILTY! MY GOAL, IS TO GET EVERY DAMNED, CIGARETTE BUTT, OFF THE GROUND AT ONE TIME, FROM ALL PARTS OF THIS RATHER NICE YARD, SO PEOPLE CAN SEE HOW COOL THE PLACE IS! BUT IF I HAVE TO KEEP RETURNING TO THE SAME FUCKING SECTION, I DID THE DAY, BEFORE, THEN I CAN'T GET INTO THE BUSHES, AND HIDDEN, SMOKING JOINTS, THAT PEOPLE HAVE RIGGED UP! TOOK MY SHOWER, AND, GOT TO BED, JUST SAW THAT GUY, AND AVOIDED HIM, LIKE THE PLAGUE! (8) WHO IS UP WITH ME AT 4:00 AM, MR. LUMBERING, GRUMPY BEAR! SCREAM! IT'S MORNING, AND MAYBE HE WILL JUST GET SOMETHING TO EAT AND GO TAKE A SHOWER. NO, HE IS PISSING ALL OVER MY CEREAL ALREADY! HE OPENS HIS ARMS WIDE AND SAYS, LIKE IT IS HIS PERSONAL HOUSE, AND FOOD, THERE YOU GO SWEETHEART, HELP YOURSELF TO ANYTHING YOU WANT! NOW THIS DUDE IS PROBABLY HALF MY AGE, SO? WHAT THE FUCK? I DO MY NORMAL ROUTINE, GO GET A CHAIR, IN THE ENTRY WAY, NICE, QUIET, NORMALLY THE ONLY PERSON, THERE FOR A WHILE, PEACE, COMFORT, AND, SANITY . . . GET OUT BEFORE THE MONKEYS WAKE UP AND ALL HELL BREAKS, LOOSE! THAT IS FROM AN INDIAN, WHO, I BELIEVE, IS A COP, WHO, IS A GOOD FRIEND, BOTH HIM AND HIS WIFE, BUT, WHEN, HE CAME TO EAT, WITH ME YESTERDAY, I WAS GOING TO TELL HIM ABOUT, THE DUDES ON CALIFORNIA BRIDGE, AND STARTED IT WITH, THE GOVERNMENT PROBABLY, SET ME UP. HE SAID, I DON'T BELIEVE, THAT GOVERNMENT STUFF, AND I AM LEAVING AND HE ATE IN THE OTHER ROOM. ONLY AN UNDERCOVER COP WOULD BE THAT TOUCHY! HE LOOKS LIKE A FED, HAS MORMON ROOTS, LIVED IN UTAH FOR A WHILE, SMART GUY, COOL WIFE, BUT BOTH COULD BE FEDS. SO, OTHER THAN A FEW OTHER EARLY RISERS, WHO WANT TO GET UP AND OUT BEFORE THE MONKEYS, GET UP, AND RATTLING AND ROLLING, GENERALLY PEACEFUL, BUT THAT MAY BE BECAUSE, I AM ALWAYS GONE, BEFORE THE MADDENING CROWDS GET UP! LOL. SO, I LIKE TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT, WHEN, I DON'T HAVE MONEY, OTHERWISE I AM, AT MCDONALD'S, BURGER KING, OR THE OXFORD FOR BREAKFAST, AND SOMETIMES, LIQUID PLANET, GREAT FOOD THERE TOO! BUT, I RARELY SPEAK BEFORE I LEAVE, UNLESS PRESSED TO! (10) SO THIS GUY, CIRCLES AROUND, LOOKING FOR, SOMEONE TO BUG THE SHIT OUT OF, AT, 4:15 AM . . . HE LOOKS THROUGH THE GLASS, AND, HE ALMOST JUMPS TO SEE ME, IN PUTTING ON MAKE-UP, BRUSHING MY HAIR, ETC., AND HE WALKS IN AND JUST STANDS THERE AND STARTS, TO SAY SOMETHING, AND I SAID, LOOK, IT'S TOO EARLY, I JUST LIKE TO ROLL INTO MY MORNINGS, GET READY, GET SOMETHING TO EAT, AND, ROLL ON OUT OF HERE, WITHOUT, INCIDENT. OH. HE TURNS AND LEAVES. THAT IS NOT THE END OF IT! (11) I CAN'T REMEMBER IF I ATE FIRST, OR PUT MY MAKE-UP ON FIRST, BUT, WHATEVER, WHEN I GOT MY FOOD, AND I BELIEVE, I LOOKED, DIDN'T FEEL HUNGRY, GOT READY, THEN, DECIDED, I BETTER, GET SOMETHING TO EAT, OR WHATEVER, SO I AM LOOKING OVER, THE YOGURT, AND HE COMES UP AND PUTS HIS HAND ON MY BACK ABOUT THE LEVEL OF MY BRA, AND HIS TOUCH ABOUT SET ME INTO SPACE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUYS, NAME, I HAVE NOT LET GUYS, I LIKE TOUCH ME, AND HAVE NOT BE TOUCHED FOR, 2.5 YEARS! AND THIS FUCKING SACK OF SHIT, FEELS, HE CAN TOUCH ME!!!!!!!! SCREAM AND FEEL LIKE BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF HIM! WHAT THE FUCK? THIS IS THE TYPE OF LIVING OR WORKING SITUATION, THAT STARTS TO CREATE, IF NOT CREATES, A HOSTILE WORKING ENVIRONMENT, WHERE, YOU CAN'T GO GET A DRINK WITHOUT SOME ASSHOLE, CALLING YOU SWEETIE, OR, TOUCHING YOUR BACK! IT GETS ANNOYING AND STARTS TO MAKE EVERYDAY, ROUTINES, UNBEARABLE . . . THIS IS LESS THAN 24 HOURS! I AM JUST TELLING YOU MEN, WOMEN, ARE NOT WAITING WITH BAITED BREATH, TO, HAVE YOU COMPLIMENT THEM, ON THEIR DRESS, OR THEIR LOOKS, NOR DO THEY WANT TO ENGAGE IN SMALL TALK, NOR, BE BOTHERED, AT EACH AND EVERY EVENT OF THE FUCKING DAY! THAT IS WHEN YOU WILL GET INTO TROUBLE! I MEAN, WHO THE FUCK, DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TO TAKE LICENSE, AND TOUCH MY BODY? SO I CAN ONLY IMAGINE, WHAT THOSE LITTLE GIRLS, FELT LIKE, BEING TOUCHED, BY FUCKING OLD, DIRTY WHITE, RICH GUYS, AND EPSTEIN, WHO TRICKED THEM INTO, STRIPPING DOWN, TO UNDERWEAR, OR WHATEVER TO SEE IF THEY WERE BUILT RIGHT FOR, SOME FAKE MODELING JOB, OR, WHATEVER THE FUCK, OR TO GIVE HIM AND MASSAGE! THAT BRINGS TO MIND, GRETCHEN CARLSON, ONE OF THE FIRST WOMEN, AT FOX TO SUE, THAT SEXUAL, UGLY, OLD PREDATOR, ROGER AILES, WHO, PULLED DOWN HIS PANTS AND SHE SAID, THIS INFLAMED RED DICK, HANGING OUT HIS PANTS, CHASED HER AROUND THE ROOM, ASKING HER HOW BAD, SHE WANTED THE JOB OR THE TV SHOW!

AUTO HACK, YOU FUCKS, GET YOUR OWN, LIFE AND STORIES, SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!  I DIDN'T FUCK THESE, FUCKERS, SO THEY STEAL MY SHIT FOR, THE BITCHES, THEY DO FUCK!  GOD?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

VERY BAD MEN

• excerpts from, the book I am reading, Extremely Dangerous . . . Never Play it Safe . . . 
• "I think it is now time for you to visit your dear friend, Ludmilla," Zhoglo said, slowly and deliberately.  "You will be offering her a very lucrative contract.  To provide sexual entertainment for myself and, incidentally, for my employees, during our sojourn here in Seattle. . . .
• "And I want Solokov," Zhoglo went on, almost dreamily.  "I want him to watch what I do to the pretty Rebecca.  Just as she will watch what I do to her precious little brother and sister. It's all about watching, you see, Pavel.  They watch Ludmilla and you.  They watch us.  We, in turn, watch them, watching us.  And we push them around the game board as we see fit.  You see, eh?  How the game is played?" . . .
• "I do.  That has nothing to do with this," Vor sighed.  "this is a separate matter.  Not for their ears.  Find me a girl.  Extremely beautiful. Blonde, if possible.  Fresh and innocent looking.  Under twenty.  Intelligent enough to play an amusing charade for us. . . .
• "Not that I have anything against whores, of course.  My own mother was a whore, or so I was told.  And of, yes.  That reminds me.  Speaking of mothers and whores, Mikhail, would you open that video conferencing connection again? . . . "
• Zhoglo, shoots one of his men in the head . . .
• This same thought, in all the men's heads--he could see it as if it were stamped in neon on their foreheads.  This could be me.
• He made sure that these moments were public.  His men needed to know what would happen if they failed him.  If they did not give their best, and more than their best, in his service.  Each of those men were desperately grateful to be in his good graces right now.  Eager to please, to ingratiate himself.  Each would bring any hint of betrayal to him, and lay it at his feet, like a cat bringing a dead rodent to its master.
• Just as it should be.  Everything in its proper place.  The boundaries that he established kept these men safe, supported their families, gave their world structure.
• He was, after all, responsible for sustaining his slice of a vast shadow economy.  Without him, tens of thousands would starve and die.
• Fear was a useful tool.  He had learned that as a child on the streets of Kiev.  A leader had to be cruel and ruthless.  To use fear like a surgical instrument to remove rot before it spread and killed.  It was his responsibility to wield that tool.  Indeed, it was his sacred duty.
• And if he also enjoyed it, well . . . who would begrudge a burdened, hardworking man of business an occasional small pleasure? 

IF YOU THINK, FINDING, TWO DEAD BODIES, WITH NO I.D., IS HARD, TRY FINDING, ONE SEVERED ARM IN A BLACK GARBAGE BAG, IN A DUMPSTER!

COLLEGE HUNKS, THIS BUD'S FOR YOU!

MURDER SHE SOLVED: TRUE CRIME

• this true crime story, comes to us, via, our beloved, neighbors, to the north of us, in Calgary, Canada!
• okay, so this, homeless dude, is searching for, some food or other, dumpster diving, treasures, when, he sees a what appears to be a hand, sticking out of a garbage bag!  He contacts, police, and they come, to discover that sure enough, it is the hand of a young male, and they start to dig through the rest of the garbage bin to see if there is a body, or other body parts, that might help them identify this person.  I believe they did find, another severed, arm.  The first one had been pulled out of the socket, and, the second one had been cut.  Every person, can be driven to the point of murder, but it takes a particular person, to dismember someone!
• NOW, the question the cops had to ask themselves, do both of these arms, belong to one person, or more than, one?  Do we have a serial killer, or is there a single incident?
• the arms had, distinctive tattoos, on them, so they checked their records, to see if the kid had any run in's with the law, and he had been booked and these tats were marked as someone's, that might lead to the identity of the vic.
• the tattoos were very distinctive, with Gallic legacy, skulls, etc., and they found that both arms, belonged to a Chad Larkey.
• sorry my hackers are fucking with the font size and the spacing!  FUCK 'EM!
• at this point in the investigation, the police decide to hold back on information, they called, crucial details that only the killer would know.
• apparently, the kid had been at a local bar, and called his father to pick him up.  James Lackey, didn't want to talk to the cops, something, as a parent, of a homicide victim is very rare, so they put him down as a suspect, as being one of the last people to have seen, Chad.  The detectives, finally, threatened, dear old dad, with an arrest, and he eventually came in, and he told them, he just picked, his son up and took him to someone's, condo, and, they gave him some money to go get some, booze or mix, or something like that.  When he returned, nobody answered the door, so he left and that was the last time he saw his son.
• the cops then, wondered if, this kid was involved in some, organized crime, and, looked for a motive, and the identity of the murderer.
• they found out that the condo was owned by a Dean Comanda, who was actually a friend of Chad's.  He was taken to the station and questioned, claimed he had been with, Chad, but he left with his girlfriend and had not seen, the young man since.
• I believe this was a tip from someone who read about the murder, and they called and said that, they had rented out a saw, and found, when it was returned that it had not been cleaned, and it still had, hair and blood on it.  It ended up being, animal hair and blood.  So, start over . . .
• now, if you have a tip, and that one might have lead to something, make sure that, it has a connection to the case or the person, or might lead somewhere . . . no wild goose chases, cops don't have time, but in my defense, cases have been solved by mediums, tips have come, via dreams, from people closest to the victims, so don't completely ignore a tip, if it makes some rational sense, and might, be a lead, like this one, could have been . . . one arm was severed!
• then the cops got a call from a rancher, who found, a burn pile, on his property.  He found, cutlery, or knives, and, there were footprints, and tire tracks.  As the detectives were leaving, they noticed something blowing away in the wind, and they grabbed it.  It was a receipt, from a 7 Eleven store.  The time stamp showed, that it came from two weeks before the murder.  Dude bought a phone.  It belonged to Dean Comanda!  In Dean's phone records, they found, a call to a Uhaul truck rental place.  That brings the detectives back to the burn site, and the tracks, lead them to where the truck had been dumped and it also had been burned!
• this gave the cops, probable cause, enough, to suspect that Dean Comanda was the killer.  They got a warrant to search his condo or apartment.  When they got inside, they took pictures, because, the carpet and baseboards had been removed, and there were cleaning supplies, and, the place, looked, like their might have been a murder, and they suspected, that the bathroom was the sight of the dismemberment!  Sure enough, as the cops crawled around looking for evidence of blood splatter, they noticed some blood under the toilet!  Sure enough, it was a match to the victim's blood.
• as they searched further, they found, a box of clothes, with some pants, that had, what appeared to be blood stains on them.  When, they tested that blood, it was, Chad's blood, also.  So now, they can, place, Chad, and his killer, Dean, together, so they find him, and arrest both Dean and h is girlfriend, who provided a "false alibi" for him.
• the detectives, then speculated on what they thought happened, given the evidence that they had collected to that point.  They suspected, that the two friends went to the bar together and for some unknown reason, Dean, left, Chad, without a ride home?  Then Chad called his dad, and, he picked him up, and took him to Dean's house, and, the two got into a fight, over Chad, being left, on a cold winter night without a ride home!  The fight got deadly, and, Dean pulled a knife and likely stabbed, Chad, and killed him, then, didn't know what to do with the body, so he cut it up and distributed body parts all over the place.  Dean refused to tell the detectives, either what happened and where the rest of the body was!  These guys had been best friends, I believe, since they were young.
• this is an interesting twist to the story, Chad's mother was of course, told and contacted, she asked if she could talk to Dean, having had him in her home, and, she knew him well, but she wanted to ask him, why, and where the body was.  The detectives, said it was one of the most gut wrenching, things they had ever heard . . . Chad's mother, pleaded with him, to just let her put her son's body back together, so she could bury him.  Her pleas were to no avail, he refused?  Was there more to the story?
• Dean pleads not guilty, claiming self-defense?  Maybe, or maybe not?  Who gets that pissed over being left? and where does giving Chad's dad, money for drinks fit in?  I would, have argued, as a  prosecutor, that, all appeared to be okay with, Chad, or sending his dad, away to get drinks, looked, like the party was going to continue at his friend's house, so where did the killing come in, and, over such a stupid thing, as a ride?  I guess, that, the fact, that when the dad returned, and nobody, came down, to get the booze, they might have gotten into it by then, or, Chad was already dead, but why?  I think there is more to the story, like why did he leave him? did his girlfriend call, when, Chad was in the bathroom, so he just took off and left him?  I think there is more going on there, than, meets the eye . . . Chad was a real good looking kid, had trouble with the law, but, was there an element of jealousy . . . a ride?  If I were pissed at a friend, I sure as shit, would not have gone back over to his house!  I would have had my father take me back home.  They had already been drinking, so why more booze?  Why was the dad so, sketchy?  I know, everyone had a temper, but, seriously, get in a fight to the death over it?  I think there was some rage in Dean, that was hidden, or just came out when, Chad, just questioned him, as to why he left him?  Hackers, changing fonts, again!
• Dean Comando, was found guilty of manslaughter, I believe, he got, just 18 years, or something?  What about the mutilation of the body, no body found, and refusing to tell the rest of the story?  HE GOT OFF LIGHT, THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN, 25 TO LIFE WITH NO PAROLE, BUT WHAT DO I KNOW?