Shots Fired

Shots FiredIMG_2467! Last night I had plans of doing an article this morning about the event in Minnesota. I had watched the Facebook live feed several times, and was particularly taken by the woman being forced to her knees crying out about the whereabouts of her daughter after her boyfriend had been killed during a routine traffic stop. I planned to rip and tear at the police there, and compare them with the steady eye of Wyatt Earp. After last night in Dallas, you will never see that article.

Black Lives Matter does about as much good in relaxing racial tension in this country as throwing gasoline on a fire. If you will note, the march in Dallas was a peaceful one. That doesn’t surprise me. Last year, when we had the “swimming pool” scandal, complete with a pretty teenage girl in a yellow swimsuit, agitators, who came down from Chicago to orchestrate the event, saw their plans for anarchy evaporate in the Texas sun as the local teens showed more interest in summer break than sitting in the street disrupting traffic. During the Ferguson flap no Texas cities were burned, and there were no repercussions after the death of Sandra Bland. Texans simply don’t do that no matter what color they are.

Texas DID have an active KKK in time past. We have fought wars on our own ground, lived through Bonnie and Clyde, Indian raids, Waco (twice) Charles Whitman, Luby’s and Fort Hood. We are well seasoned in Tom Foolery. It is fashionable to point at Texans, the guns, the hats, the music, and allude to the population being a form of Neanderthal. What you saw in Dallas last night will show you that you need us Neanderthals!

When a Muslim kills, and Donald Trump raises the option to oust all Muslims, there is always an outcry from organizations such as C.A.I.R. citing that one person does not define an entire people. I’ll guarantee you that before the day is over you will hear Hillary Clinton suggesting that the best solution to last night’s event will be to disarm America, and most especially Texas! I want you to know that when the shots rang out last night one protester, a black Texan, immediately surrendered his AR-15 to an officer, showing he was not involved, and was not a danger. Please further note that the Dallas officer did not shoot the man, who was carrying the rifle as a demonstration of his second amendment rights, and a visual protest to the shooting of the man in Minnesota.

During the last eight years the dividing line between black and white has grown more solid. I’ve seen, and heard things that I haven’t seen or heard since I was a child in 1950’s Louisiana. Groups such as Black Lives Matter cause events that funnel people into the streets, and money into the pockets of the organizers, but they overlook one simple fact. The majority of Americans simply want to be left alone, and allowed to go about their lives in peace. They long for the day when they can teach their children that if they become lost, find a police officer, and he/she will get them home.

There will be no “race war.” In the 60’s the term “race war” was always in the air, while the bulk of America punched the time clock and went on about their business. While the image of the fire hoses still comes to mind, last night police officers died . . . protecting black protestors! Shots fired! I have a dream. I have a friend, Kent Frank’s. He’s black, and, yes, he’s a Yankee. He comes from the same era that I do. I want to meet him one day. I want to fly him to Austin and take him to a bar and grill I frequent on 6th street. My friend will not be in any danger. He will enjoy the Austin nights the same as anyone else, and maybe, just maybe, the sound of “shots fired” will become fainter, and fainter, until music is all we hear.


Looking Back This Week


Looking back this week is slim due to my travels, but the articles that did come out were heavy. Donald Trump dropped the ball on abortion, and I addressed that in Deep Survival. What that was all about was the tendency of people, while in the midst of a winning streak, or performing everyday tasks will sometimes do the dumbest things for apparently no reason, either getting killed, or in this case, killing a political career. While it remains to be seen how much damage the statement in question caused, one would think that the “Donald” would have at least taken a breath before making it. We shall see.

I’ve always viewed “No Knock” warrants as an affront to the 4th Amendment and Knock Knock is a prime example of this. I’m still looking into the event, the cops claiming the entire drug cartel was holed up in the apartment, while the man arrested is saying he was just reading his Bible, you know, you get that. The esteemed District Attorney of Bell County, Texas has seen fit to charge the man with capital murder. I’m not going to put this down. If this was a home invasion, and the man was just defending himself I’m gonna let the D. A. taste my mutton and see how he likes it.

The Eight-Hundred-Pound Gorilla and Votes, Lies, and Videotapes basically deal with the same subject, the subject being that the Republican Party is by no means “pubic” but a “Good Ol’ Boys” club that does what it damn well pleases, and its supporters can just stuff it. I was very pleased to see that following that post Wild Bill For America followed with The End of the GOP. Like me, he is direct, to the point, and calls it like it is, which is, the Republican Party has been out of control for years, and Donald Trump is on them like Chris Hansen on a pervert! They may get their way this time, but this is not going to end well for the Party. Trump has a broad base support, and the smoke and mirrors generated by his own party is so obvious that the blind man down on Main Street can see it.

It’s good to be back in Texas. Travel is great, but those 737 wheels touching down in Austin is better. I found the Mormon Culture to be a little more mundane than I’d supposed, basically a survivalist sect, bent on isolation out of disgust at what’s happening in America today. Kinda like Texas. I’m convinced that if Texas and Utah team up the fat lady will definitely sing. Joseph did you know we’s all gonna ride the train?


Estúpido! Ok, that’s our word of the day. When Joaquín (El Chapo) Guzmán broke out of a Mexican federal prisión I laughed my testículos off! This guy had the resources to construct a subway under Altiplano Prison, complete with a tram, waved adiós to the cameras in his cell, and rode to freedom. Folks, you can’t make this stuff up. All that activity, not to mention dirt removal, and nobody noticed? This cat should be president of Mexico! Not to mention he’s one of the riches men in the world, undoubtedly the richest in Mexico, sells more drugs than Johnson and Johnson, causes traffic jams at the border, threatens ISIS, Trump, and mom’s Apple pie, Tweets daily, and most likely has a Facebook page. Pancho Villa must be spinning in his grave. Oh, the tunnel had ventilation. . . AIR CONDITIONING! It extended more than a mile. We need this man to renovate the rail system in Austin.
So how did he get caught? Save your fork, it gets better. Joaquín had a dream. He wanted his life story to be told. I mean, with holding up at least three quarters of the Mexican economy, I think he should, don’t you. He had this idea of a huge epic about his life, and Sean Penn chimed in to make it happen with the happy support of Rolling Stone Magazine. El Chapo, Sean Penn, and Rolling Stone. Now, folks, if that’s not the three stooges, I’m not a white boy from Austin! That’s the meat, not let’s mix in some cumin and chili powder. It seems Chapo wanted a certain Mexican starlet to play in his flick. Soooo, he sets out to arrange a meeting, oblivious to the Mexican authorities who were all over him.
His location was not a secret, people, don’t fool yourself. Go back to paragraph one. I grew up in Texas. I’ve TAKEN the obligatory trip to “Boy’s Town” in Nuevo Laredo, and apparently, so did Joaquín. Star struck, he was caught sleeping in bed with his drop dead gorgeous wife, when the Mexican Marines crashed the set. Now, surely the biggest dope dealer on the planet wouldn’t get caught chasing movie stars, right?
So El Chapo is right back in the same jail he strolled out of. Of course Interpol has served him with “formal” extradition, opposed to the more kínder, friendly type, I suppose, announced by the Mexican Attorney General. They have one of those? The Mexican authorities say it’s unclear how he escaped, but they “suspect” prison guards may have been involved. You think? This guy is estimated to make three billion dollars a year, and he’s in a town dealing in Pesos. Do the math! They don’t know how he got out. I submit it may have had something to do with that mile long super transit installed under the prison.
It seems too simplistic to think that someone who makes that kind of money could make such a stupid blunder, but I have seen pictures of Hitler staring across the English Channel at the White Cliffs of Dover, so I don’t know. Now, as my Puerto Rican friend, Jay, would say, I ain’t even gonna lie to you, I admire this guy. If I was the President of Mexico I’d give El Chapo a full pardon and put him in charge of the Mexican economy. Let’s see, he gives people products that they don’t need, makes tons of money, has outlets all over the world, millions of customers, pays his employees in pesos, has a virtul monopoly. I give you El Walmarto!

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

I Have a Dream

I have a dream. I see an America where you can go into a restroom at any time, regardless of gender, and indulge in any act of depravity that suits your fancy, I have a dream. I envision a time when you can have relations with any person, of any sex, anywhere, anytime, and if that person is a child it will be understood that you are not diseased you are only “minor attracted,” I have a dream! A world where only the most disenfranchised, the most confused, the most sociopathic are allowed to have a gun and the rest are secure in gun free zones oh, I have a dream today.

I can clearly see a time when the Statue of Liberty will welcome the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to take everything they can without even a bubble gum wrapper of paperwork allowing entry, and their culture will supplant the Constitution because a goat herder talked to some angel in a cave fourteen hundred years ago, I have a dream! I see a beautiful vision where a man is voted woman of the year, and Christian churches throw open their doors to the devil. In this brave new world the Qu’ran will be revered and the Bible will be against the law, where women wear sack cloth and high school cheer leaders are assaulted for being beautiful, oh, Lord, I have a DREAM!!

I see a world where entire cities are turned over to anyone who needs a “get out of jail free” card until those cities are degraded to the level of a war zone and no citizen is safe to even take a bus to the mall, what a glorious dream I have today. I see women being killed while having ice cream on a pier with their father and Judges at a loss trying to decide if it is a crime because the killer is not American.

In my dream I see a school system with standards so low that the Russians laugh at graduates from it who can’t even write their own names, I have a dream today. I see an economy so degraded that the Mexicans start jumping the border to get back into Mexico after they rob, rape and kill, and no man may say anything about it for fear of the god of political correctness, I have a dream today.

I dream of the day when all of God’s children, should they survive abortion, will not be judged by the content of their character, but by the content of their pocket, I have a dream. A day when they run down the middle of the street, under the Rainbow Flag screaming, “Free at Last! Free at last!” I will not be there with you. I shall not cross over. God has not chosen me. Do not be disinherited, however. I’ll be in Canada! I have a dream.

The word you’re looking for is “Facetious.”

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

Dead as a BLT

A writer can be drawn into a subject without realizing why. I began investigating the historical Jesus about a week ago, and intended to do a Sunday article on the subject, which I still will do, but before I could lay that piece out I began to investigate serial killers. This is where being a Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin helps. While listening to all these cackle babble heads go on and on about the psychology behind these tail bones I find my solution to be much simpler and direct. I tried to connect all the dots and in the end there were simply no dots there. Finally, I studied a scumbag called the BTK killer. I watched his total confession of forty-six minutes and this Walter Mitty looking bastard rambled on about each killing as if he were applying for a job. He’d even grown a little goatee to look good for the cameras in the courtroom. As he talked, he referred to his victims as “projects.” He tried to explain that he didn’t properly kill his marks, but as he talked it became apparent that he would choke them out, let them regain consciousness, and choke them again in order to prolong their agony. He ranged from hanging thirteen year old girls, and playing with himself as they twisted to killing old ladies in their beds. Then I noticed a common factor in all the cases. In no incidence did the victims have a gun!
He always had a gun. One time a young man grabbed one of his guns (he carried two) and that was a big heads up for Mr. BTK. When you look at the photos of the people, listen to this guy calmly explain his acts, and observe the faces of the relatives, all the crap spewing from Moms Demand Action for Gun Sense in America makes you almost wish this guy had paid them a visit. In their little Pollyanna world they think that if they can just pick up all the guns that all will be well. Well, ladies, BTK also brought a knife and a rope. His guns were just an insurance policy against unforeseen emergencies such as a father or brother.
There are incredibly bad people in the world. People like this, and active shooters almost make ISIS make sense! At least they think they’re fighting a perceived enemy and have a stated purpose. You know what ISIS will do, and they are very public about it. I don’t really think ISIS is going to charge over a hill in Killeen and start shooting, but I believe that out there, somewhere, is some pervert glaring at teenage girls in a school yard from his van dreaming of the day when he can get one of them alone at their house. A gun, and education stops all that.
People trust. That’s a sad fact. One of the victims actually smoked a cigarette while being assured that all the killer was going to do was tie her up and rape her. How much simpler would it have been when she first saw him come out of the closet, if she’d reached in her purse, and shot him fourteen times in the chest, and once in his smart mouth?
As I watched all the men and women of Kansas law enforcement standing around the courtroom, armed, listening to this animal revel in the deaths of his victims I realized they are better citizens than me. I would have shot him in the back of the head and took the consequences. Bottom line: Even a good dog has a right to bite. Even a fourteen year old girl has a right to preserve her life. A father has the right to be with his family safely without being forced to tie them up, trusting in the integrity of someone who long ago lost the right to walk among decent people, and use air that stray cats need. The right of the people shall not be infringed. BTK should be as dead as a BLT.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

Columbine’s Message to the World

With the advent of the seeming rash of active shooters many solutions have been forwarded in an effort to explain the reasons behind these events. I came upon the security cameras that recorded Columbine and frankly it was an eye opener. I’m not normally set back by stupidity, or violence, and this was no different, but I paid particular attention to what the two boys were saying while they worked their way through the school. In an almost sadistic comedy they taunted the victims as they killed them with no more involvement than playing a video game. As one girl bled out on the floor one of the killers joked, “I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up.”
This lack of sympathy was Columbine’s message to the world, and it’s not a new message, in fact it’s very old, almost from the dawn of humanity. As I have said before we all have a God hole somewhere in our head, or in this case a non-God hole. This trait seeks to make sense of the nonsensical. Basically, the human mind will glom onto almost anything that at least tries to connect the dots. What seems insane to the rest of us makes perfect sense to the adherents of which ever philosophy is employed at the time.
There are rules in life. Sometimes real rules, dealing with real problems, sometimes rules that just connect dots that don’t matter at all. Take for instance three little boys playing some child’s card game. I don’t care which game, any game, but they don’t even have to speak the same language so long as the rules of the game are followed. Ask yourself, does that make it true? Do Masons with secret handshakes, or Boy Scouts winning a merit badge, or two kids killing fellow students, a young Kamikazi pilot crashing his plane into a ship, or Muslim blowing himself and others up make it true in any way?
When everyone around them was dead the two knelt and actually debated if they should count, “One, two, three,” and then blow their brains out, or just “One, two.” That’s no crazier than the young Japanese pilot crashing into an aircraft carrier. Young, unseasoned minds do stupid things. Just imagine how many wars we’d have if it were mandatory that all soldiers had to be sixty years and older.
The solution to Columbine, and other events is not easy, and it’s not a one size fits all either. First and foremost it is mental, and it’s not new. Gun control will not fix this, other than constitutional carry where when this happens there is a better chance for a lower body count. I sure hate to be the one to tell you liberals that, but it’s the truth. When someone chooses to follow this bloody pie in the sky they are beyond help and you must kill them. What all these groups I’ve named above are following is religious fervor. Yes, that’s right. Following a light that no one except them can see, and the closer they get to that light the more blind they become. That’s what makes a healthy young man murder a pretty girl at a high school.
First we must have a fully armed society. Now, if you don’t want to arm yourself, ok, but I’m not going to die with you for your liberal ideas. Just get out of my way, and I’ll upset your little Pollyanna world view. At the day’s end I’ll be having a beer, and the killer will be having formaldehyde. Second, these people will never go away. What we have to do it make these rampages not so cost effective. The killers knew they would be safe for a while. Why don’t mass killers attack police stations? Cause the cops got guns, that’s why. If teachers had guns they would not have strolled around Columbine as if it were a walk in the park if there was a possibility of death waiting behind the next door.
Third, devoid yourself of sympathy and understanding. People who act like this need to die, and they need to die fast. Don’t feel sorry for them. If they don’t off themselves the police need to summarily execute them before CNN arrives so all the conspiracy people can puzzle over it for years. But, remember, these people have always been out there, and will always be out there. Don’t throw your hoe away just because you’re mad at the potatoes. Don’t throw your guns away just because some nut comes into your classroom. I will never forget the sound of that young girl begging for her life. If I’d had a clear shot at that punk it wouldn’t have been a head shot. It would have been a little lower, between his legs because I’d want him to scream for the rest of his short, miserable life. But, I’m just a Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin so what do I know?

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

He Lived!

It was a cold Saturday morning when I got the call from Pat. “Don’t go to the store today, come out to the ranch.” Pat had a party ranch just south of town, with horses, hogs, a big corral and a full bar. Although he would entertain at his place in town, indeed one of the three clubs he had, he preferred to have guests meet him at the ranch. The people he associated with liked the privacy. This particular day Pat had a family tragedy. His son in law had slipped at his job in a candle factory and fell into a vat of boiling wax.
“Netta’s all upset,” he said, “We’ve got her at the house, under sedation. The boy don’t look good.” So, me and my brother drove out to the ranch. We made sure the bar was serviced, the horses ready for the little girls, and hosed the hogs down. Soon concerned friends and family began to show. Pat had an awning set up near the horses with a table under it and one by one the guests expressed their sympathy for the unfortunate event.
Netta and her husband had a rocky marriage. Money was tight, and tempers flew, sometimes there were physical events and she’d run home for the weekend, whereupon her husband would follow, have a family meeting and all would be resolved, until next time. Lately the boy had been putting his nose to the grindstone and trying to climb out of the financial hole. He was forbidden to work for Pat, but strings were pulled and the candle factory was indeed a good lick.
All through the day, and into the night friends came out to the ranch to stand by Pat. Some were ladies, and more than a few children, but more than a few wore cheap suits and looked like someone had mismatched their nose in a botched plastic surgery attempt. As midnight drew near my brother and I drove Pat in his Cadillac back to his main house. He invited us in and made drinks in the little bar room he had set up. Then a call came, and we braced for the worse.
“Hello, yeah, you’re sure? No, I’m ok. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As Pat hung up he had this look on his face, as if he was trying to absorb it all. I asked him if there was anything I could do. He took a drink, looked at us and said, “He lived! Five full minutes in boiling wax and he lived.” Daddy’s little girl is always daddy’s little girl.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

Car 54 Where Are You?

Gyasi Hughes has now gone down in the history book for being the latest citizen who was served and protected. It seems that another student in Round Rock had “liberated” Hughes football googles, and when the sophomore went to retrieve them a fist fight ensued. Wow! Never saw that coming. Lord knows I never saw a fight back in Killeen High School in my day. Anyway, here comes Tootie and Muldoon to assess the situation. They talk to the kid, he picks up his backpack, and one of the officers reaches to hold his arm, whereupon the student touches the officer’s arm, and, well, you know the rest. Kid’s lucky to be alive! They grab him by the throat, knock his glasses off (that’s right, glasses) and pin him to the floor.
Now, I’ve heard all the stuff about the danger of being a cop, and as you know I support law enforcement, but c’mon! Fourteen year old kid, folks. Officers claim they were trying to “calm him down.” He was the victim, idiot! Here we are again with this “training,” vs “common sense.” I do understand that a fourteen year old black kid with glasses and a back pack is intimidating, but frankly his body count was quite low that day. As a matter of fact, in all respect, the kid looked goofy. Class nerd kinda guy. Even his glasses weren’t cool.
Of course the Round Rock Police Dept. in concert with the sheriff, the school, the garbage man and all the teachers will do a most excellent job of CYA (they expelled the kid.) I can’t even find the names of the cops so I’ll just call them Twiddle Dum, and Twiddle Dee. My question to you is what would have happened if these two jelly rolls came up on a real butt whipping? Some kid who is a linebacker and threw one of them across the hall? Oh, my bad, they would have killed him. We’re lucky Hughes stopped resisting, but then, that’s what you do when you get your glasses knocked off and your face pushed into a concrete floor. Kinda takes the romance out of the whole thing.
Not all cops are bad, and we can’t judge the whole barrel by one bad apple. You ever open a barrel of apples with one bad one in it? What you have is one percent of the cops are bad and the other ninety-nine percent are covering up for him. And there’s nothing we can do about it. Tell me, when a patrol car pulls up behind you do you feel protected and served, or do you try to not look at them and keep your hands on the wheel in plain sight? Car 54 where are you? Right behind you there is a pistol, a shotgun, a tazer, two knives, handcuffs and a jelly donut. Oh, I’m sorry, two donuts, these guys run in packs. Poor Hughes. He should have just brought a clock to school.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

Ten Stood Up

The killer entered the classroom, and ordered everyone to lie on the floor. After they did, he asked, “Who in here is a Christian?” He told those people to stand up. And ten stood up. Asking the first one again if they were Christian, he received an affirmative answer, whereupon he said, “Then you’re about to meet God in about one second.” Then the gun went off.

Of course Obama, and all the liberals wrung their crying towels, lamented about how long we have to experience scenes like this. There’s a simple answer, actually. We will see this again, and again until people realize it’s not the gun, it’s the nut behind the gun! In a state that has actually very good open carry, I’d venture to say there was not a pistol in that classroom, save the one in the hands of a mad man. More sheep slaughtered before the altar of political correctness.

Hillary, and others would ban guns altogether. I hate to be the one to tell you people this, but crazy people are just that. . . crazy! If there were no guns (which is an impossibility) the killer would just come in with a knife, just like they do in China, where they have excellent gun control, so you take all the knives. What’s next? Rocks? Cain slew Abel with a rock.

And it’s always some nerdy looking kid in a school somewhere that nobody suspected of being in the frame of mind he was in. The facts are still filtering in so I don’t even know what the final body count is, but I’d be willing to bet there’s a pill bottle somewhere. You just don’t get that crazy on a Miller Lite! I don’t know the exact gun laws in Oregon, but a quick look told me that they are far and above Texas, yet I suspect there was some law, or rule about campus carry, so there you go. Classroom full of unarmed kids, standing up.

I have never been in a more tense situation than when I picked up my granddaughter from her school and suddenly realized the security was non-existent, and no one had any guns. All those babies milling around, and people coming and going. My gun was still in my car, because Texas law forbids one in a school. So who’s crazier, the gunman, or the legislators who pen such nonsense and march us all out to the killing fields?

The liberals are right. We have to fix this, but kneeling before the lion is not the answer. Ask yourself this; If CJ Grisham had be having one of his gun walks there, advocating campus carry, just how far do you think the killer would have gotten? He would have never got out of the car! And that’s a fact, children. . . class dismissed.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin


A woman was executed in Georgia last night. Now, my views on the death penalty are going to surprise some of you. First off, I believe in justice. By justice, I mean clear cut, no doubt, and clear. As they used to say in the old west, up front so you know who, and close enough so you know why. The modern practice of execution has neither of these. Back in those days when a judge brought the gavel down you had maybe thirty days, if they didn’t hang you right then, and there was no complicated appeals process to gum up the works. Some cowboy who killed a little girl was hauled out to a tree, if he survived the posse, and strung up while the whole town looked on. People brought their kids so they could see what happens to bad people. That’s called a “deterrent.”

Last night’s execution didn’t deter anything. An old lady died of an overdose of drugs while crying and singing, “Amazing Grace.” She made a mistake. One choice in her life led her to that gurney. She lived with that choice for twenty years, in a small cell, hating life. I’m all for criminals getting what’s coming to them, but there is a vast difference between shooting a robber in a 7/11, and killing someone who’s crime was somewhere in the last century. If you are religious, then maybe there is “Amazing Grace” and her murdered husband was waiting for her on the other side. If you do not believe, then darkness fell, and she knew after her death exactly what she knew before she was conceived . . . nothing!

And there are those who’ll go on and on about the “expense” of maintaining convicts. It’s so much more expedient to just kill them than to feed and house them for a number of years. Ok students, we have prisons full of bad people. People much worse than the lady who died last night, and we feed them! Until you reform the criminal justice system, and stop jailing people for being addicted to drugs, prostituting themselves, or just plain being an eyesore, you are going to have prisons full of people. Saving the state the cost of a plate of bacon and eggs this morning did not balance the Georgia budget.

Then there’s the deterrent factor. What did it deter? A few witnesses and some guards? Do you really think there’s a house wife somewhere in Atlanta this morning thinking, “Gee, I was going to kill my husband today, but I’m going to rethink that because if I get caught they might execute me in 2035?” Consider Jody Arias. Now there’s a bitch! I crappith thee not! Pretty as a picture. I’ve seen her photos. Hey, she’s over twenty-one, sit down and shut up! Anyway, look what she did. Big, strapping Mormon boy, running naked down a hallway while she filleted him with a butcher knife, then cut his throat and popped a round into him. Drags him back to the shower, drives down the street and has a three piece KFC lunch. Did I say, “Bitch?”

After much ado, and cleavage, Jody got life. And I do mean life. When she is very old and very sick, the last thing she’s going to see is grey walls, guards, and lesbians. Welcome to hell. Not worried about the old eye liner now, are we? That’s JUSTICE! With all the government pork and spending, Jody’s pot pie is not going to break the bank, but it is going to break Jody! She’s not waiting to be dead, she is dead! She is a vain, self-centered, conniving little wench, and now she amounts to nothing.
Finally, let me ask you a question. Do you really trust the government that much? And it’s not just that, it’s lawyers. How many DNA results do you have to see before you realize these are the same people who foul up your property taxes, water bill, schools, highways, and whiskey? The same people who can’t understand any of the bill of rights are making life and death decisions, and it still takes them twenty years to do that! I have an idea. If someone gets the death penalty, and later DNA proves the case was totally contrived, how about taking the DA and putting him on death row? I mean, he conspired to commit murder, used state funds to do it, and had no remorse. Maybe he’ll get a letter from the Pope, who knows.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin