That blowhard comes down from Garfield and set off that fat-ass Meyer Lansky, if Tacoma is looking for logic in Pittsburgh you won’t find it, but Soon’s death is apparently intended to be billed as blowback my way from the Synagogue shooting, a civil remedy to punish those who cried for them.  It’s hard to see why those critters want to open this can of worms. I’ll be happy to explain how it plays. A little more unbecoming notoriety can only do them good. They can’t have thought to put the fear of God in Tacoma proper, I mean they have too much help here for that, but some of us rather liked that old lady.   That dude came down from Garfield and you’re bothering Puyallup? They hooked things up in their head, probably my picture of Clint, to the Synagogue and decided they wanted cred? Scoring from Israel? I think it might be a good idea to sort this one out. These are Clinton politics.

      Explaining the Thomas Merton, Friends Meeting milieu that Appalachian supra-pedestrians fallen on hard times hail from it helps to know Vince Eirene and his Fountainpenishead Martin Sheen.   They hang out with homeless persons at the Catholic Worker center. Eirene has this notion of non-violent peace to be backed up with murder if anyone asks questions about Mt. Desert Island, Warhol pedo-cinema and Leslie Katz.   Saying so, they probably think or think they can sell inspired hate crime, and they still hear Tupac howling from the old set of the film Red Dawn, “Avenge Me! Avenge Me!” Soon had good old fashioned Oliver North expendability from Tat Caplan at the Pawn Shop hardware.   Gee, another bolt from bedlam. And to whom do we owe the scribbled message? What some of the old-timers call gettin’ real.

      Whatever else it was indiscriminate child behavior on the part of the help.   But seeing as how it does involve professional adults, I mean Johnny Bender is from Yale, it’s pointed to note how hard it is to conduct a longitudinal or cross-generation evaluation of persons still in child development for seventy odd years.   The persistence of Bizarro has many names, not least come home because the Union cares. Lucidity on the rites of mayhem are their prerogative behind closed doors, but for all the occultism of Warhol, it still depends on Sheen who sees this through the doorway of an ancient empyrean heaven, where the prime movers must have subordination.   I agree in a way.

       Leroy Blevis was just a bum, a family man, but in the last months of his hard working life he gave a treasure to thousands of us who have worked like crazy for years and years to get JFK out of that mess in Dallas.   Leroy tripped up the killers from Ultrahigh. The evil on earth, some magi believe indicates that God did not create us, instead he allowed his archangels to, and because they knew the limits of evil in ways that humans don’t, they overlooked how terrified we would be.   These imperfections made us overjoyed to discover science and Aristotle knew about optics. I’m wary with injunctions, but do advise not to dabble in the trickery of faith, because we’re too humble to understand. Sometimes to the great levity of the bereaved the chimera of irony flutes.   

      In Blevis’ analytics of the reflections in the glass lens of Zapruder, the improbable was beheld only by him through courage and perseverance.  This small time man couldn’t be greater. The glints ignored when people focus on what is before them in the film, nightmarishly returning again and again, driven to understand, driven to rescue JFK from the web, were something he decided should be scrutinized by optic science and he has secured the first credible image of a sniper firing that day, from the Dallas Records Building.   While it is doomed to be a private matter among those who care, well...may God bless Leroy Blevis, for he made a good, good man, rest in peace as few more greatly deserve.