18 aug 06

Greetings,

They say August is typically a slow media month.

Not if you're an attorney in bOlder, a print reporter looking for a fix, a tie died blues analyst on the idiot box or the chief of police in Bank Sock knock hickory-dickory-dock the deranged culprit ran up the clock. Ten Years After.

Numerous pundits, counter vipers, talk show jocks and retired legal beagles spin tales of what if's, may bees and suppositions. Hoopla. A Black Hole. Lost in space.

An ever ready never to be solved mystery of the universe - a used car needs a tune-up or a major overhaul. Drive it away today!

Shall we add to the infinite amount of spectacular speculation along with what others guess-timate?

Ok. He didn't do it. He's delusional just like the rest of us. He wouldn't know a pebble from a boulder. He's a fanatic, hysterical attention seeking deficit disordered robotic alien living in flea bag box. His obscure definite dead end.

This act in the tragic play will sell a lot of soap on prime time. Fodder for the sheep. Get out the dissection tools and tissues. Will it play on Broadway or close after poor reviews? Depends of the ratings.

Don't miss a single sorry sad episode.

Peace.