Them chickens what come home to roost post...Mr. Robin be humping stack amps...Brother Izzy is a wide-awake bother...Amish converts...gunslinger attorneys...that pretty well covers things.

Happy Friday everyone! I suppose we could call this the chickens come home to roost post. Two “stories” that we looked at last year have come full-circle. You see…that’s what’s makes us at CCB so good at what we do. We find news that matters. No fake news here. No sir.

Almost exactly one year ago today, we told you about Oklahoma City attorney Jay Silvernail who shot some dude outside an OKC bar called Groovy’s.

“You just shot a man. How do you feel?”
“Groovy, man.”
Attorney Silvernail was released almost immediately on a $7,500 bond (it’s cheap to shoot people in OKC). Hell, the bullets cost almost as much.
His trial has finally come around and guess what? Last night the judge declared a mistrial and then 30 minutes later changed his mind. He told the jury to get back to work.
No word on the source of the mistrial, but I’m betting the judge changed his mind because he doesn’t want to see Silvernail get off so easy. You see, this isn’t the first time Silvernail has shot someone. Oh no. In 2015 he shot and killed one of his clients in what he called self-defense. Guy probably wasn’t paying his bill.
In last year’s post, I compared Silvernail to Temple Houston, but that will only stick if he gets off from this latest shooting. Temple, after all, racked up as many acquittals as he did bodies.
And, then, last fall, we told you the saga of Pennsylvania wild woman Kimberly Brinton (pictured), who, when reproached by an upstanding citizen about smoking a cigarette while pumping gas promptly sprayed said upstanding citizen with gasoline and threatened to turn her into a charred brisket.

Miss Kimberly (best not call her Kim) sprayed upstanding citizen again through the window of her car, prompting upstanding citizen to get out of the vehicle to kick Miss Kimberly’s ass. Only problem was, upstanding citizen slipped in the gas, fell, and broke her upstanding arm. Wild woman Kimberly drove off, but was soon arrested.
Anyway, she (wild woman K, Special K to her friends) was just sentenced to two to six years in prison. She said the time in prison will help her continue her studies of the Amish way of life…at least that will take the gas pump handles out of her hands.
Okay, granted, the story of Silvernail is not exactly full circle, but who knows when the jury will decide what to do with him, if they ever do. Frankly, I’m looking for an acquittal. Attorney Silvernail is just about due to shoot someone else. Let’s get on with it!
Things are tense here at The Compound. Izzy is not particularly happy with the living arrangements in the upstairs apartment of The Cab (the Cabinet Saloon replication on the north lawn). Cousin Fred sleeps downstairs in the bar and apparently snores so loudly that it’s keeping poor Izzy (the non-driving, Buddhist, vegan, and irretrievably nearsighted OKC consultant) awake at night.
I offered Cousin Fred the couch here in the main house, but the Wife refuses to let him through the door as long as she is here. The fact that Izzy is here really has her freaked out. She’s been locked up in her bedroom since returning from overseas and only comes out to fetch another bottle of Old Crow (she bought a couple of cases in the duty-free) and/or a carton of filterless Pall Malls.
I have no idea what will happen once we get A Clustering of Gigolos Music Festival underway. I suppose she’ll probably head off on another fabulous international vacation.
Friend Lamont is headed this way and will likely be here through the summer. Cousin Fred summoned him from west Arkansas. We need help and Friend Lamont is always a good hand. He’s coming in an old RV so hopefully there will be room in there for Cousin Fred to sleep.
Cousin Fred and I have been working on songs for our metallic hop act that we named Deranged Mummers Parade. So far, we’ve come up with Creeping Fungus; Tornadic Spleens; Cotton Mash; Master of Idiots; Deep in Lard; Body Parts Warfare; and, Thrash ‘til Arrest.
That last one has me humping the amplifier for feedback with my electric ukulele. It’ll be our closer. It’s going to be so great. You’ll see. Who knew it was so easy to be gigging musician? Money for nothing and your chicks for free!
That is all!
 

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