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After all I've been through over Cynthia Jane Anderson, if I had my way I'd
exonerate Sandy just out of spite. Here nestled in Boulder, Colorado lived the high society family of the Powelsons who thought themselves invincible and immune to the law, free to kill whomever they wanted, when they wanted, when it was convenient to them, and boast about it over Champaign to their astonished friends, just for a little conversational "Touch of Class," and shock factor. Meanwhile in a small town near where I live, if "The working class hero is to be feared," why? Because he has your punk meal ticket? A working class family living on a shoestring was only trying to make it work. The daughter stumbled on some trouble and the family solved it as best they could. Not recreational homicide, kill or be killed. So dam up stocks and bonds with the GRAVITY GOD, or fall in the hole at the mercy of help from the GRAVITY GOD above. Worship the GRAVITY GOD or curse the GRAVITY GOD. Do you really think it is going to make a damned bit of difference about gravity? No. Gravity is always the same. It's indifferent. It doesn't need anyone to worship it. It doesn't care if anyone curses it. One man lives in poverty for keeping the same rules that another one breaks to get rich. Powelson's liquidated. His dam is broken. He's not even worth a cent. |