Koch Industries and the Younger Leftist Rebels (brainless idiots)

(Maybe THAT will get some attention) Things that annoy me #1 Brainless TV commercials like Cox TV where the lady with Internet doesn't work and she gets a dimwit at Brane Central. Hi, my Internet doesn't work!! You know the one. It's always the men in the commercials who appear dimwitted, right? Ok, we can take it.
        Title - the pseudo communists who mouth off about the Koch brothers money buying Republicans votes, etc, blah, blah. Like it's the ONLY large political contributor in the world. " do the name George Soros from Greece strike  FAMILIAH NOTE wit y'all?" Brother George, father of the money tree farm brags about how he loves to de-stabilize organizations and countries with the infusion of massive amounts of cash in the right places.
        Now, guess who gets it?
        The Right Rev, Holiness Al Sharpton, armed to the teeth with invictive against the white devils, only when it suits him. Vis-a-vis, Ferguson, Missouri, but not University of Virginia, or other locales a huge black thug murdered a diminutive white, English female victim. So far - no word from the wandering Al.
         Sorry,Jesse, no word from Al, we take it, no savior from the White House, no phone calls, no assurances of filial assimilation's from the head shed, big guy.
        You, as they say, are up poop creek, paddle-less. News Reports say that victims, at this writing, are starting to re-appear, and the detectives  surfacing patterns DNA wise as they say, from Texas to Virginia, it looks like they're gonna keep you so rest comfortably, Jess ole boy.
        Looks like "jail-city," you're in for the long haul. Hope you don't get out, Mr. Matthews. If you do, I'd avoid southern Arizona. They're finding bodies out in the desert almost weekly. I just read a story about them finding one been out there for 3 years. The animals been picking them apart.
        Imagine, Jesse.
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Jesse Been Found........but the girl still gone, Hmmm

Here's this Man Mountain Dean kinda fella standing up in front of a TV screen in Virginia, back home, lookin' at a judge, now and then, nodding.
      " yes judge,.......no judge....ok judge."  Ole Jesse walks off with a gorgeous English coed at the University of Virginia late one night. He, a mountain of a man, towering over her at 6" 4" and nearly 300 pounds,a huge black man wearing a football shirt, black short pants, almost a stereotype cartoon figure. He got outta town fast, got all the way to Texas. Guess he was hiding. I guess.
       She, a dainty, white English teen age co-ed with an angelic smile, a music major, drinking cocktails with friends at a nearby bistro. Late into the night she leaves the mall, and a TV camera traces her movements up and down the long hallway, with ole giant Jesse hot on her trail. At the wee hours, almost no one is around. Could have happened anywhere I suppose: Isle of White, Faro, but...it happened there in Charlottesville.
       First she goes one-way, Jesse follows, then back the other way, Jesse sniffing along behind. A witness sees her get into Matthew's red car and speed off.
       Col Tim Long of the Charlottesville Police makes an emotional and impassioned nationwide tv plea for Jesse's return to the station. He did come back briefly with family, demand an attorney who aided him to immediately leave, no questions, thank you very much. And, he left.
       No word, national TV exposure, still no word.
       The FBI offers help Col Luongo accepts, forensics vacuums everything in site and arrest warrants are issued. Local and FBI are involved in the arrest and in the clink he goes.
       Cable police reporters are negative about the sweet young coed's survivability. Our black Knight's purposes have, by their decades of past experience have proved to be lurid, dark and awful. My worst fears are for the dread and grief that this night falls over our young coed from Britain and the painful death she suffered at the hands of this violent brute.
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Jesse Matthews.......vs the Charlotteville Police Department

Where you 'at, Jesse? You mountain of a man, all six feet, four inches of muscle and hustle the last known human who was with the little English co-ed from UVA? C'mon, man, stop running and turn yourself in.

     Tim Luongo of the Police department is a nice guy, he just wants to ask you a few quick questions about .......oh, blood stains, where did you hide the body, and probably, does the name Natalie Holloway??

     Joke, man, I'm just making jokes, that's all.

     Look, here's how I see it. They got you on tape. YOU are the last person to see this pretty white chick ALIVE. The cops have gone through your car with microscopes twice and your apartment twice and collected BAGS of stuff. 

    YOU, your clever beaver you, you ask for a lawyer, then split, no, not calmly, at a " high rate of speed," so much so, they got a bench warrant out for reckless driving. You seem to do things in a sloppy way. 

    Now, I'm not Sam Spade, but I got a feelin' this is not going to end well for you. You stand out in a crowd, pal. Tough for you to hide. I live in Arizona, and I know way more about you than I ever want to know, and I've been to your city, and I carry a gun. 

    Riddle me this: if you didn't do it, and I'm not saying you did, why did you run? If you didn't, go back to see Col. Tim and holler, " strap on the lie detector."  

    The results will guarantee one thing, Jesse! Rev Al Sharpton will be on the first flight down.

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