I've got a couple CD's put out by Bloodshot Records in Chicago; they're both called THE EXECUTIONER'S LAST SONGS, and they contain songs about 
"murder, madness, and death"--some are traditional folk songs, some are contemporary originals,
but they're all recorded for the simple purpose of calling attention to the form of legalized murder in 
America that we call" the death penalty"...

Troy Davis, who may or may not have murdered a Georgia policeman decades ago, has been put
to death, just a couple hours ago, by a series of lethal (and court approved) injections.  Justice--or some primitive, eye-for-an-eye version of it--has been done.  And don't we
all feel better now?

I hope not.  I know I don't.

I had been planning to write on one of  two topics tonight; either I was going to confess and
discuss my fondness for jailbait girls, or I was going to post an invitation to other Montana
members to start some sort of Big Sky dialogue...

but frankly, I'm both drunk and depressed by the news from Georgia (that news accounts for my
being depressed; my being drunk is a separate issue).

So perhaps someone out there can explain to me why America persists in killing its own
citizens; or maybe someone will join me in mourning the unnecessary death of a fellow
human being.  I'm going to go listen to music from the good and decent people at
Bloodshot Records:

leaving jailbait, and Montana, for another time.