Murder at the Folk Festival
MURDER at the Folk Festival
MURDER at the FOLK FESTIVAL
MURDER AT THE FOLK FESTIVAL

Condolezza Schwartz is playing! I don't care which freaking night it is. but it is NOW!!!

Note the Shift in narration.

"Blake is right he is not cut out for this business. That where I come in. My name is Dislexic Nomel Madison. You can call me Mad Lemon."
"Let me tell you about Douglas Norton Sanchez. A rightwing reactionary redneck from Reston Rhode Island.(actually Virginnia) His friends call him Norchez. Norchez hates hippies and welfare moms and and durned furreners and just about everything else you can imagine; that's not mom and apple pie and American. He told me once that he won't even drive a Chevy Monte Carlo because its named after some count from France.

Norchez is bloodthirsty. Norchez doesn't need any of those pansy reasons to take a life. Norchez is cold. Atop light tower 2 on the East end of the Grassy Noel Amphitheater. The hemp nativity scene is not all it appears to be. The camel has a very long hump. When it is finished we notice that the hump is a Glock & Taylor tripple barreled sniper rifle, with a rosewood bridge and Flame Maple stock. It's manacing ruby laser painting a bead on the golden visage of Condolezza.

Woke up I was with Chelsea Clinton
I saw Hillery and Bill
It was then I had my fill
So I threeeeeew my Mescaline aaawwaaaaaaayyyyyy!!!!

"Too many rounds on the target range had robbed Norchez of the ability to hear any human voice except for James Earl Jones and Bea Aurther's. Otherwise he would have pulled the trigger then and there. As it was, there among the Marajuana Pointsettias, he had an experience of Grinchian proportions and his heart grew three sizes. Right then and there. He no longer wanted to kill Bambi's mom or turn retired people into Soylent Green."

But then, using his last ounce of militia training, he tried to imagine her as an imperial storm trooper. Her macrame shawl, a space suit, her guitar a blaster rifle like a jawa would use. But no. "She's too purty, she's too purty." he repeated over and over, redundantly, ad infinitum, As I, Dressed as a hemp donkey, took him into custody and had the police take him away.