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I took off for a bit last Saturday night just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places wonderin' where they all disappeared
I didn't ponder the question too long, I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a host, with a kick-ass oyster roast, and we wound up drinkin' all night

Reading departure signs in some big airport reminds me of Zagreb and Split
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure and then I run into Fritz
If it suddenly ended tomorrow, that man and I have done it all
Good times and riches and son-of-a-bitches I've seen more than I can recall

I think about Wally when I'm high living life, I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the Balkans, then I see Sammy and Troy again
Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder, so I can't look back for too long
There's Mister K and Miss E laughing in front of me, and I know that they just can't go wrong
- Sir James Buffet esquire (sort of)

The Correspondent and the Hawk assess battle damage across Mostar, 1990-something: Above.     Click image to enlarge.

    In his dying hour, with only minutes to live, local lad Tyre Nichols managed to lead his state-sponsored executioners into the video L shaped ambush that stunned the world with images of a 21st century government lynching. The sadistic, medieval-style killing like something out of Planet of the Apes, or an American black ops Quartz torture site in Poland; or perhaps, as by design, the Fourth Reich's most efficient blend of both.

    This was murder; it was a battlefield summary execution like gruppe Wagner does when they catch a Ukie sniper in Bakhmut. The on-site commander gave the word and the opposition was brutalised and then killed as a terror signal to others in the community. Gruppe Wagner draws eighty percent of their front line troops from Russian prisons and within the city proper the Russian rules of engagement permit the torture and murder of Ukie snipers, similar to how the French Knights would cut off the right middle and index fingers of captured English archers in the 14th century.

    Now in the Moge, or Memphis if you prefer, the former Durham police chief has decided to go with similar rules of engagement. Using the Somali warlord model, high-testosterone elements are armed and certified by the state to terrorise opposition elements on the urban battlefield while high on the local khat; the calmest person on the Castlegate Lane battlefield was the dying, decent God-fearing Christian man at peace with his Saviour. As one proper southern BOCO lady observed, Saturday the last, at the finest oyster roast the venerable county has seen in many a Great Pumpkin:

    "Memphis killed Doctor King and now they have murdered Tyre Nichols in front of the entire world -- have they no shame?"

    Hell no, they have no shame. You do understand it was the Brits that caught James Earl Ray in London, two months after he killed Dr. King and was next heading for the African mercenary wars, don't you? You mean to say you don't know about his getaway then, and subsequent escape from Brushy Mountain state prison in Tennessee years later? There is a great difference between a contract political killer and a patsy political killer, in terms of logistical support.

    The Fraternal Order of Police (FOP) reticence in engaging so far indicates these killers may not be regular police officers, in some sense, and are perhaps something else. Or, maybe, their race is the reason why they are not receiving traditional support. Regardless, all the smoke and mirrors on earth cannot hide this execution from the world, and hopefully the shame of Memphis does not become the eternal shame of America. If high-testosterone elements feel the need/want/desire to kill unarmed people in state-sanctioned swarming gangs, then both Ukraine and Russia are hiring now with high pay and bad benefits.

    This event is going to shake folks beyond any previous such encounters and hopefully the community response of Memphis volk is level-headed and focuses on the logistical weakness of the opposition versus violent action. Memphis is a strategic communication link for the entire country and is vulnerable to peaceful protest -- beware of colour-revolution style agitators looking to stir things toward the violence spectrum of their left-wing rainbow, as they be heading your way most Hurryin' Heinz.

    Pray for the souls of those that tortured and killed Tyre Nichols; they will know eternal damnation in the next world. There is no lower form of human being than one who murders in the name of the state.


    Joe Cool's Burros held up for most of the game after yielding several early sacks, but ultimately the battered and reconstituted beasts of burden could not deliver proper blocking at the end as the Red Baron and his Flying Circus advanced to the Super Bowl. It was a bizarre zebra game with a couple do-overs that flawed one of the classic title contests of the post-merger era. Meanwhile, the 49ers surpassed the Colts '65 championship game all-time QB back-up woes, as they delved far past the third-string Tom Matte form and were crushed.

    The championship round definitely one of agonising da feet as the 49ers Super Bowl futures ticket is toast and the Bengals loss drops our playoff record to 2-4 and now down a season high 7.2 units. We are kicking ourselves for not blindly following Farnell's original power ratings as strict application of same would have generated a small gain. Oh well, lesson learned for next season but there remains one game left and we still draw breath.

    The Super Bowl widely opened PHILLY (-2) Sunday evening. Prop wagers will begin going up this week and we will be on the lookout for opening Yes, there will be a safety prices. One thing is for sure, no matter how much we may end up liking a side in the Super Bowl, there is no way we will try to double up and catch up as that is the worst amateur mistake a plunger can make -- especially when at a season-low negative unit-balance.

    We will nibble(r) on whichever side the eastern North Carolina scribe's power ratings indicate, but will make our breakout move with the safety at long odds as it begins to develop pricing from Macau to St Petersburg to Vegas and then to your legalised online venues. We have no fear of suffering a losing season which is most highly probable, but like Kirk Gibson, October 15, 1988, we ain't scared to be down 0-2, two outs bottom of the ninth.

    Since American professional football kicked off in 1920 there have been 1204 recorded safeties (not including AAFC play from 1946-49, where 17 safeties were recorded). All we need is just one more of those 3-2 back-door sliders because you can't walk off the island -- and it don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing -- doo wop, doo wop, doo-wop.


    There is a reason why so many maturing peeps find their way to BOCO in search of superior golden years; you can't find such quality of life anywhere else. Founded 1712 when The Great State of Mecklenburg was nothing but a few crossroads and a flea-bitten trading post, the first arrivals to BOCO from across the pond were considered new by the local indigenous peeps.

    Those original BOCO inhabitants had their own spirits and form and on occasion, on a chilly, blustery Saturday night, should you find your way down about Gekko Slip Road, you might stumble across the locals practising same. However, unless you are interested in great music, good fellowship, steamed oysters done right and the absolute best southern cornbread since Cedric Maxwell took Charlotte to the Final Four, then this is not for you pilgrim.

    Throw in four generations of the local hipsters and a rocking Broughton-style Wake County crowd and you have the makings of the proverbial big ole time, especially as the Ultras and White Claws are guzzled along accelerated vectors. No such thing as a dingbatter at a BOCO Saturday night soiree, whether back behind the college in January, or just south of the river in March.

    Coming up on ten years since Miss Lalla lost her fight with cancer and she is remembered and missed. Whether at the high school, State College, or within the community, she always represented the best of her generation.

    She is counted -- Always the Pack!
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