I’m not a real big fan
of “lost marbles” as a defense in murder cases, but it would seem as if the
attorney for Colorado massacre man, James Bush Obama Holmes (aka Woody
Woodpecker), may be onto something if he decides to work that angle. When the attorney’s client (above) stares
that mother of all stares and remarks that he “does not know why he is in jail,”
I tend to believe him. Meanwhile, down
here among the child-eating cannibals and swamp savages. . . .
Damn,
Man! Jeez!--Can we effin’ ‘Mericans get any
more bloodier, any more stupider, and more crazier? Some murderous moran--yes, I know it’s
spelled wrong but today’s just a murderous moran sorta day--across Charlotte
Harbor from us decided he’d had enough and he weren’t agonna take it no
mo. Ken Baily Roop (uh, oh . . . there’s
one of those murderous middle names again) decided that he was the law west of Fort
Myers and today this pistol-packin’ paranoid was down as down can be on
trespassers (yesterday it was pelicans pooping on his boat). Seems when Ken returned home from the gun
range, he spotted a strange truck in his driveway and a strange man nearby
walking strangely. When the strange stranger
replied that he was selling steaks and lobsters door-to-door, Ken thought to
himself, “Yeah right . . . likely story . . . you’re going down, bucko!” Ken pulled out his piece and shot the dude
point blank in the belly. Seeing that
the trespassing liar was still alive, our Dirty Harry
ushered the victim right outta this world with a bullet to the brain, “for
effect.”
When a neighbor rushed
over to see what all the hub-bub was about, he was startled to hear Roop
yelling, “I’ll kill everybody and shoot
everybody.” The former fireman
described Roop as dirty and disheveled and mad as a rabid rottweiler. “When he
came out of the garage, he looked totally deranged to me,” the neighbor remarked.
“He looked like he was off the deep end.”
Asked by the arresting
cop why he killed the man, Roop said that he had posted his property against
trespassing, and added, “I am not going to give him the chance to do something
to me. I was in fear.”
Guess Ken was “in fear”
of being brained by a frozen steak for, fact is, implausible as it may have
sounded, the deceased was indeed trying to hustle lobsters and steaks
door-to-door. Suppose I will file this minor
affair under “Another Way a Suck Economy Can Kill You Stiff” since my “America
Gone Stark Raving Mad” file is full.
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