
Time for my annual reminder: Dressing up like the victim of a gruesome murder isn’t cool. It isn’t hip, not even ironically. Reconsider your choices; you still have time to be Harley Quinn or Mad Moxxi. Or for a change, Rainbow Dash.

Time for my annual reminder: Dressing up like the victim of a gruesome murder isn’t cool. It isn’t hip, not even ironically. Reconsider your choices; you still have time to be Harley Quinn or Mad Moxxi. Or for a change, Rainbow Dash.
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May I ask what you thick of Steve Hodel’s latest book in which he pins two more murders in 1938 on his father?
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I haven’t read “In the Mesquite” and I doubt that I will, though I saw some random pages. I did some independent research on the case because you can never, ever trust Steve Hodel’s research on anything. He always screws up, like saying his dad had a 1937 V-12, when it was really a 1932, and wrongly referring to the nonexistent “Gallup County” a few paragraphs after correctly saying “McKinley County.” He’s terrible with details like that. Just awful. Which is not a good trait for a detective.
And then there’s the usual stretching of the facts, supposition and speculation, all distorted for another “daddy did it” case. In reality, George Hodel never killed anyone. He never knew Elizabeth Short, and on and no. It’s all a big con. All of it.
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I laughed when you said, “he always screws up.” I think you meant “he’s always lying.”
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