Our local paper is the Black Hills Pioneer. I don't expect much from it, because it sucks. But when I looked it up today for information on the recent murder that took place at a local motel (the mayor's stepson was the killer) I was even more disgusted than usual. The whole article is pretty badly written, but this part really stood out:
Bell was arrested at 8:15 a.m. Sunday only blocks away from the motel. He had been on the run for almost nine hours in bitterly cold weather and his feet were bandaged in court Monday.
You'd think they'd have taken care of that earlier - and in a more sterile environment.
Showing posts with label jail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jail. Show all posts
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Shut Up.
"I need some books to send to my son in jail. He shouldn't be in jail. They teach them damn kids too much in school - about sex. My son wouldn' let his daughter date - at fourteen - so she went and accused him o'molestin' her. And now he's stuck in that damn jail, and it's all her fault."
I feel ill.
I feel ill.
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customers,
denial,
jail,
lousy parents
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