It's Going To Be A Cold Hump Day !

It's Hump Day and it's going to be cold tonight as a front is moving in. I'm sure that those of you who are shoveling snow out of your driveway will have little sympathy for tonight's projected low in the high 30's, but it's a wet cold in Florida and with a wind of 10-15 mph, it can cut you pretty good.

Nevertheless, assuming everything goes well, I'll be heading over to AREA 51 to see my friends and engage in the evening discussions. As always, my trusty sidekick, J.W. Black will be my advisor and confidant. I'm sure it'll be a fun evening.

Bobby Lee Cutts Jr, a lowlife ex-cop, was recently found guilty of killing his girlfriend and her fetus and then burying them. Today, the jury recommended a sentence of life imprisonment for at least 30 years without parole on several counts. Maybe it's just me, but I found that initial sentence, as read by the jury, was far too lenient. This scumbag killed (girl friend) Jesse Davis and her fetus, got another woman (Myisha Ferrell) to help him dispose of the body and then lied to the police saying he didn't know what happened to her.

When Cutts finally confessed to the crime, he went to court (with a fresh haircut and nicely dressed in a tax-payer provided suit) and cried to the jury saying it was an accident and that he didn't mean to kill her.

After the sentencing verdict, the family of Ms. Davis emotionally and individually addressed Cutts, stating how horrible and unimaginable it was that he could not only commit the crime, but then lie to them saying that he didn't know where Ms. Davis was. I felt sorry for the relatives, but I couldn't get the thought out of my mind that when you live with wolves, there's a chance you could get eaten.

The judge then addressed Cutts and made all the sentences of the crimes run consecutively (as opposed to concurrently), meaning that Cutts will not be eligible for parole for 57 years.

My hopes, prior to the initial sentencing verdicts was a sentence of death. When the judge made the sentences run consecutively, I came to the conclusion that an ex-cop, guilty of murdering his wife and unborn baby, probably won't fare well in prison. Hey Bobby ! Meet your new cell mate, Bubba !

The Pictures: My Pal, Garnett, sent me some bumper stickers that we might want to consider using, so I thought I'd show 'em to you. I also included some pictures of Jesse Davis, Bobby Cutts Jr, and his accomplice, Myisha Ferrell.

This Date In History: 1594; Henry IV is crowned king of France in Chartres. 1922; The United States Supreme Court declares the Nineteenth Amendment constitutional, thereby guaranteeing women's voting rights. 1973; Sioux Native Americans seize and hold Wounded Knee on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, demanding a United States Senate investigation of Native American problems. 1974; The first issue of People magazine, a weekly publication featuring entertainment and social news, hits the newsstands. 1990; The Exxon Corporation is indicted on five criminal charges relating to the 1989 Alaskan oil spill.

Birthdays: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (1807), Charles Best, Canadian physiologist (1899), John Steinbeck, American writer and Nobel laureate (1902), Elizabeth Taylor, actress (1932).

The Hits Just Keep On Coming: My pal, Gipsy, sent me some political cartoons of Fidels Castro's announcement that he was stepping down:

                     

And From Jimmy's Corner:  The three-legged Chicken

One day, a traveling salesman was driving down a back country road at about 30 miles an hour when he noticed that there was a three legged chicken running along beside his car.

He stepped on the gas but at 50 miles per hour, the chicken was still keeping up. After about a mile of running the chicken ran up a farm lane and into a barn behind an old farm house.

The salesman had some time to kill so he turned around and drove up the farm lane. He knocked at the door and when the farmer answered he told him what he had just seen.

The farmer said that he knew about the chicken. As a matter of fact, the farmer said that his son was a geneticist. And he had developed this breed of chicken because the three of them each like a drumstick when they have chicken, and this way they only have to kill one chicken.

The salesman said, "That's the most fantastic story I have ever heard. How do they taste?"

The farmer said, "I don't know. We can't catch 'em."

That's it for today my little potato peelers. More tomorrow.

Stay Tuned !

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