Where did David King's money go?

   "Where did David King's money go?"
   
   Worked at Lockheed/Martin.  Patricia Ann King put him through college.  A smart man that loved his disabled son.  Where did all his hundreds of thousands of dollars go?  To a vagrant, partially, in Arkansas?  To two attorneys, partially?  In the pocket of a document shredder, partially?  Just questions.  And good ones.  All while a little boy and his disabled father suffer with nothing.  

Pay Attention--Notary Fraud

   
   "Pay Attention--Notary Fraud"
   
   Dismissed, due to favors and further web-spinning; moreover, a deck reshuffled, attorneys with great wealth involved, reputations clean, but only on paper, and does it not all lead to attempted murder?  Just a question.  
   What if they took Patricia Ann Baity, at the time, diagnosed with Alzheimer's Stage Four by Doctor David Edwards, who had her on four Xanax a day, among other things; plus, Seroquel, and plenty of paralyzing Haldol--both being heavy anti-psychotics, her of unsound mind and body, and made her sign documents at the Notary in Bellevue, Tennessee--Highway 70?  They did.  Fraud:  Deception for financial gain.  They're good at false testimony.  Like being struck by a cane--more false testimony.  Read my past Blogs.  Dig deep.  Surely a brave man will roll over.  Nah, the brave are all dead.  But they're rich.  You could have a piece of the pie.   
   And wait till you get a load of the first two pseudo-caretakers.  These women were jewels.  They like peach pits, poison, and dropping old ladies in the shower.  Hey, relax.  Truth is crueler than fiction.  

Amos Hart--350 Rocket

   
   "Amos Hart--350 Rocket"
   
   It was only a two-barrel, but she looked to be in her prime, and always would.  Amos knew that the bleu beauty was like unto a French dame whose children did not need to be reminded of their folks' failures or crimes--the axiomatic truth, not some yarn spun by the masses to induce time traveler hysteria, unless you own a DeLorean.  
   Parents hurt their children best, for when the kids find out their parents are bums--it all goes to hell for them; moreover, the glamour and illusion are gone; however, when a child has been brainwashed into thinking their parent is bad; next, unearths the truth that his mother was actually a sublime creature, well--that child, as an adult, inherits a crown and continues with the magnanimous work of spreading Good News, which is all about exposing nefarious action.
   Amos Hart couldn't take his eyes off of her.  He hated to cheat on his Datsun; still, the 350 Rocket was smoking smooth, better than four wheels strapped onto 454 cubic inches of SS (outta control) with LS (Lots of Speed); on the flip side, a redneck Yankee is curious about the heavy lifting, and the force that causes and manipulates the rotating circle of life.
   Amos couldn't purchase it, yet Bucko complained with a bastard's bark, and everybody needs a back-up, especially if it's a granny's hot rod.  

Jesus Arrested

Amos Hart--Corruption in Tennessee

   
   "Amos Hart--Corruption in Tennessee"
  
   Amos wasn't proud of his piece, pride being rebellion against God, for we did not fantastically forge ourselves into existence; nevertheless, read a Harvard Blogger, him listing Tennessee as the most corrupt State in the Union--damn, the American South hates that word:  UNION.
   The guy Amos Hart had penned his auspicious article about was followed by a Dr. Grenier, though the guy had no knowledge of the phantom pseudo-physician, nor did the guy suspect negative (in words) ELF waves were being used by insidious forces to disrupt his neurological pattern, but we all know WAR is a ridiculous racket.
   The fact that his Rabbi, his physician, and his brethren were contacted was not by mere chance, and there was always the possibility that money was exchanged for unscrupulous favors, at least involving phony attorneys, rolling around in stolen money and having dirty sex with their wives as they imagine those females to be perfect porn princesses that they regularly flog the bishop to during their down but up time.  How high was the corruption?  Sometimes it takes plenty to murder a little man.  Gotta get him alone, if the ELF waves aren't working.  Santa's elves are nice, and even Amos' brother had pictures of them in a 1980's PLAYBOY magazine, hanging out with Saint Nicholas and stuffing stockings with the serendipity of lip service.
   Nobody would be brave enough to uncover such sinister scenarios, for they would be threatened, and Amos Hart knew bodacious bravery was a bold declaration of past soldiers, pure paladins for the purpose of porpoises.  Amos already knew the hospital and local law enforcement had given false testimony, as well as a guy named Feltner, but Amos didn't gave a damn, because their wives were as asymmetrically ugly as bearded ladies lathered in lascivious longings, yet their husbands couldn't give them anything long save breaths without beatnik beauty, like might Kerouac.
   When corruption is high level, people continue to cover their tracks, reshuffling the deck, turning people over to the government, and believing mercy is in murder.  How enchanting, but My Pretty Pony likes to pounce on non-repenting perversity, with horseshoes made of bronze.
   Amos Hart would not give up, finding fuel in the flavor of beef jerky, like a cowboy, and decided to Christmas Shop for shiny things, as are "Wheel of Fortune" contestants fascinated by such sparkly objects.  
   Saw a drone.  Nah, it was a microscopic Santa, getting small for the love of reindeer aeronautics.    

Amos Hart--Christmas Rabbi

   
   "Amos Hart--Christmas Rabbi"
   
   Amos got the zapping news from gregarious Ginger, though she stayed in her polite pack, never mixing with uncouth hounds.  She told him the scoop on some falsely accused dude in Nashville, all orchestrated by many-a-yutz, and she wanted Amos to pen the solid truth, not the fabrications of envy and lies by pumpkinheads without the ignition of brain candles.
   Amos got on it like white on rice.  The guy was given, against his will, a catheter.  Went down to his prostate.  They didn't care that years before his urethra was re-constructed, along with his bladder walls; plus, they pinned him down, took his anemic blood, draining him more lethargic, stealing his religious freedom, though four nurses, gay men included, couldn't thieve away his Saint Raphael prayer card--his weak arm and hand holding onto it against their monstrous muster that proved impotent and weak.  Like Samson--he wasn't easily bound.
   Put him in with some over-eating simian type, college educated, which in her case meant dumb as a dingbat, having only focused on swallowing aggression in her life.  Too, said he spent his money on tobacco, when they were drinking the shit out of it, collecting porn, and suicide kings themselves, smearing him to his Aunt, saying he had no enjoyment in life, when he loved to eat healthy and shop at the pharmacy as if he was a Wiccan, all in hopes of health for the miraculous masses.
   Worst of all, his inheritance had been thieved away, them saying he wasn't worthy, dividing it up among themselves, as attorneys are greedy guts, always wanting more, constantly speaking with forked tongues--just look at the crooks in Washington--all rich and successful, in a manner of fooling everyone; moreover, his daughter lived in a little room, got one meal a day, as his ex-wife wasn't exactly the Virgin Mary, but sold herself to the highest bidder, taking some of his inheritance, and not sharing it with his daughter, Zoe.  
   Stolen from, lied about, smeared, exploited, manipulated--Amos was just happy that the Archangel Uriel had no sense of humor.  True justice, like with a Virgo, and sometimes peace is kissed, if only in innocent fashion.
   Amos Hart got on the keyboard, gave machine gun script, automatic; plus, ate some cotton candy, lime-green, and recalled the days when people gave a damn, which seemed like never.  Oh screw it, Merry Christmas, all based on a carpenter and Rabbi who followed a higher code and got pissed at the criminals and crooks, exposing the lust so many have, as they are their favorite persons.
   It's good to be a baby in a manger, for Wise Men wish you well.
   Amos cranked up a cherry cigar, remembered the coyotes, and even gave a damn about the bounteous bunnies.  

You know what Ol' Jack Burton always says...