The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Help wanted: Gunslinger. Must be licensed to practice in the State of Utah.

    Billy the Kid, hero of my earliest youth, would have known how to right this wrong.

    Withal, as trial lawyers are alternately known as "gunslingers" (it never bothered me a bit...) someone needs to ride into town and destroy two subhuman life forms, if only by way of crushing punitive damages.

    Long story short, an eight year old boy has been victimized by two neighbors, who stole his pet and then conspired to end its life.

    Granted that The Kid's swift justice (and, parenthetically, improvement of the human gene pool) is to be eschewed as a violent answer to violence, surely the law, in both its civil and criminal aspects, has some unfinished business in the town of Logan.

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    I found a Gunslinger, but doubtful he a man for license rather than licentiousness.

    Whether his purview stretches to Utah, or even confines itself to any dimension, is a debate to be had in some suitable saloon, serving both mere mortals and the demi-gods who play on their fortunes.

    In any case, precision and sure-handedness and acuteness of psychic intent will be the tools to hone the metaphysical effort - for in what case is revenge a singular activity, rather than a crafted mesh of circumstance?


    Nice. Serendipitous Howard Hughes reference. I am prepared to make the case that his populist vision of Billy the Kid, inspiring a rebellious generation of Boomer boys, brought us the cultural conflicts of the 60s.

    Probably this poem a bit late, but the Black Mountain poets likely had their effect. Glad you appreciated Mr. Inscrutable. Likely the reference to a horse named Claude and Tristes Tropiques is worth contemplation as well - reflective poetry, no longer the poet warrior but the poet tourist. A better or worse alternative? Or just a modernist interpretation?


    It'd be a hoot-and-a-half to see the complete list of Black Mountain grads.

    I know Jolly it was mean of those people, and OMG for a cat? A cat does nothing, they don't hurt your property, they don't bug you, there are lots of our neighbors cats who love our yard, we have 1.5 acres of hunting area for them. I even give them milk sometimes, to keep them around in case there are little rodents that need to be taken care of.  Who does that to a cat. I know why they lied, cause they are mean asses. It made me mad, no doubt about it. Plus I love kitties, dogs, whatever, just not that deer that ran out in front of me Friday night while I was coming home from the ferry on my Vespa! That was kind of scary!!!


    That poor little kid! It makes me ashamed of adults. I'm not kidding about them needing a lawsuit, if not a criminal case brought!

    Articleman teaches in Arizona...maybe he has students currently licensed in Utah looking to make their barrister bones. ( alas, these days law school grads are frequently making their bones as barristas instead...)

    Help has arrived at these locations. Need parenthetical heroes and/or cat lovers. 


    Struggling to suppress image of cat on hind legs brandishing tiny six shooters, squinting from under tiny sombrero "I'm here to clean this place up..."

      


    I thought they had restricted your access to the Internet.

    For Christ's sake, they spend millions of dollars reeling in Assange, and yet you roam the net, pants round your ankles, distributing porn like this, and... nothing.

    InterPol the Penguin.


    I'm a renegade - however many times the revoke my surfing license, repeal my net neutrality,I find new holes and probes and prongs to make a mockery of their judgment. Pants around the communal ankles - a fitting image for their feeble efforts. Every prairie dog has his day. But those penguins are insidious - should be repressed. Extreme measures, if you get my drift.

    And let's handle those rebellious kids while we're at it.


    I'll bet that after the first rebellious son is dealt with the siblings straighten right out.