Beltane Emergence Moon
John David LaDue. Byron White. An RV with extra cargo. Geez, Minnesota. A dedicated Columbine-massacre aspirant, a cold-blooded killer of teens and that smell, oh, that’s just the body we left there. We told you not to open the front compartments. Each one of these stories makes national and international news because, because they’re so damned odd.
How about the knife and axe throwing kid who has a storage room filled with bomb-making materials, more guns that needed to take down a white-tail and carefully thought out plan to kill his family, deploy a diversion and then slaughter as many classmates as possible. A quiet kid.
The aging security professional who parked his truck away from home then sat in wait for the burglars who’d targeted him. No, I’m not excusing the burglary. I’m commenting on the predator nature of the trap and the vermin comments and the gap between wounding and killing. Of several hours.
Get the guys together for a bachelor party, hire an RV and drive it to the Kentucky Derby. What could go wrong? Nothing, really, except for renting a vehicle that had a 23-year old man’s corpse in a front storage area. I liked the groom’s spirit though. They rented a hotel room, watched the Wild in the Stanley Cup playoffs, then headed north to watch the Derby at Canterbury.
Now we all know there were many other sane and good things going on here over the last couple of weeks but to the outside world we completely whacko. And not in a funny, haha, sort of way. Nope, in a psychopathic violent sort of way.
Whatever happened to the place where everybody’s good-looking and the kids are above average? Let’s see. Keillor grew up in Anoka. Where was the RV owners home again? Oh. Anoka.