The Sliding Rule of Justice

Can't help you on the first one, it looks cool, but the link simply went to an mp3 site in Spanish. Aside from the usual bullshit about the state budget and gang shootings, even the FBI is involved over at Burr Oaks now. They found Emmett Till's original grave piled in the back, with squirrels living in it. That might have just made a good sound bite, though. My mom asked if the body was attacked, I had to explain that, aside from Till being dead a half-century, these are poor people with the means to buy only the cheapest wooden coffins. This isn't a non-story to me, I think it's shitty that people get fucked over like this, living people who lost money, and it doesn't matter if you think that spending money on a coffin is like buying stock in Enron. A few years back, there was that asshole in Georgia who piled the bodies up that were meant to be cremated. Get a fucking work ethic. Myself, I give a damn about my death. I've told people I want to be stuffed, then auctioned every year, the money going to charity, so a new writer gets me for 365 days and maybe takes me to conventions and book signings.

But I hold as much hatred for those four asshats as I do Anthony Abbate for beating on the Polish bar girl. I do write about these events in some of my stories and somehow some people think that it is worse written down than something that goes away on TV as soon as the next child molesting singer drops dead. It doesn't matter to me what anyone else thinks about fucking with dead bodies. Dead is dead. But I don't trust myself with a gun, a bat would be fine. I could thin the herd of the world's population without having to travel too far from my home. Then I'd sneak away to an island off Tahiti and try and forget everything I have seen or read about my entire adult life.

You Can't Make This Stuff Up

When the plant was at the old location, 127th & Cicero, Burr Oaks Cemetery was directly east. They've made national news now because of digging up graves to bury new corpses. Lay two on top of each other, then get rid of one to make room for a third coffin. This is a fairly famous cemetery, Emmett Till, the kid murdered in Money, Mississippi by white biggot asshole pricks, is buried here. Seeing an overhead view from our local newscam was sickening, far against the area that borders the Cal Sag Channel, a place I described in detail many times here, there were broken caskets, crypts, and VISIBLE BONES STICKING OUT OF THE DIRT. Police were tipped off by a gravedigger who thought that the four pictured had gone over the line when they dismembered a dead body so that it would fit into a smaller grave.

Preople ask me why I write what I write. I don't make this stuff up. Charles and Sid are from Louisiana, so they get it. But if I didn't write about things like this I might be walking around with a baseball bat with every intent to use it.