I Left My Heart on the Monon High Bridge

 

 

 

Every time I see Libby and Abby’s faces I get a lump in my throat. And every time I have to watch this lawyer dance in Indiana I get a rage in my heart. The American criminal justice system is as useless as the tits on a boar hog!

 

How many of you have ever been to a circus? Not a carnival in some supermarket parking lot, but a real circus? I have. In Shreveport, Louisiana in 1961 when I was ten years old. It was grand. It was in the Louisiana Auditorium down on Greenwood Road. Before the festivities start all the performers are displayed, marching around the three rings? Ever wonder why there are three rings?  So the audience can be entertained by three acts at the same time! It’s like going to a concert and having Taylor Swift, Puff Daddy, and Willie Nelson all on separate stages singing their asses off! The parade begins with an organ player. And not some electric keyboard. A pipe organ, with blue and red smoke shooting up out of the pipes. And somewhere in the middle is a Volkswagen. Coming out, rocking back and forth, smoke coming from the exhaust, and it’ll stop long about center ring. And more clowns than you’d think humanly possible will spill out of that car, dancing, juggling, and slapping each other like the three stooges. Well, that’s a perfect rendition of the Delphi Police Department!

 

Delphi is purportedly a sleepy hamlet of three thousand where everybody knows your name. There’s one pharmacy in town and I imagine one beauty salon where old ladies go to have their hair dyed blue. I don’t know if there’s a bar. There’s one bar in Brigham City, right near the Temple, and most sleepy, redneck towns have a watering hole, so I suppose there is. But you know what they don’t have? Or didn’t until recently. Double murders of little girls as they strolled across a railroad bridge on a warm afternoon. THAT’S what!

 

On Monday, February 13, 2017 the town of Delphi changed forever. Abigail Williams and Liberty German disappeared from walking across the Monon High Bridge, never to be seen alive again. Their bodies were found the next day displayed in a fashion Montezuma would have been proud of. I’m not one sensitive with words, but I am this time. I won’t tell you what was found. The young ladies were small town girls with small town dreams. They would have had many children between the two of them, and died as beloved grandmothers surrounded by grandchildren much like they were at that age and I will not embarrass them now. Give me a moment.

 

There. I’m better now. Anyway, after the girls were in the ground the circus began. And the pipe organ has been blowing ever since! Just recently a barrier has been installed on the bridge barring the influx of tourists from experiencing what it’s like to walk across it. The mental giants running the park suddenly realized that someone might slip and fall off a crumbling wooden bridge to the rocks sixty feet below. We figured that out when we closed the bridge down in Briggs, and it still had cars driving across it! 

 

The public servants charged with serving and protecting the fine citizens of Delphi did a thorough investigation of the crime scene. They gathered evidence to take back to the cop shop to mull over. Not stuff like DNA, or the bark of the tree that one of the girls was hung up on and butchered, but they did find a bullet. They called in the State of Indiana Bureau of Investigation and they said, “Yep! That’s a bullet all right!” But they left the sticks that were arranged around the bodies. In fact, they left most of the evidence to be collected by the aforementioned tourists. And then they went home. The case was as cold as Libby and Abby!

 

Then they got a break. The butler did it! Well, actually it was a little fat clerk at the CVS Pharmacy where his police sketch had been hanging on the wall for FIVE FREAKING YEARS! God! And these people WON the Civil War? Save your Confederate money boys!

 

Then the poop show really began. They snatched up some cat named Richard Allen and put him on display in the county jail. There wasn’t any bail because apparently, it’s against the law to kill little girls in city parks in Indiana. Then they moved him to a more secure facility where he began to starve himself to death and eat paper. Side note: Think about that next time you’re picking up your prescription at CVS! <Wink>

 

So Richard is eating a phone book one day for lunch one day and decides to tell his wife and mother that he did it. He did it all! Hamburger Man! Well mom and daughter in law skyed up proving that they are the only two cognizant individuals in Delphi, Indiana, and Richard's state appointed lawyers said Richard was crazy. You think?

 

No whacked-out mess such as this is complete without a good conspiracy theory. Save your fork. Here it come. Now there ain’t no Hell’s Angels in Delphi. No kids’ gangs, TV stations or Klan. I don’t suppose there are many blacks because they took one look at this bunch of crackers and avoided the city park altogether! Tornadoes don’t even come to Delphi. But they got one group of merry men who apparently gather every now and then and pet them files. Odinists!

 

Let’s have a show of hands. How many of you have ever heard of the Odinists? Well, me neither. And I’m from Texas where we still drag people behind pickup trucks and stomp ANTIFA members with horses. But no Odinists. So, who are they? Odinists are Delphi’s answer to The Masons. Instead of a Fez I suppose they wear a helmet with horns on it. Boy! Bet that’s easy to spot down at CVS!

 

Anywho, the lawyers claimed that it wasn’t Richard who killed Libby and Abby, at least not all by himself, it was the ODINISTS! And, now get this . . .it was racially motivated! You don’t have to be crazy to make up crap like that, but it sure helps! The girls weren’t white enough for the county fair? They theorize that the Odinists all got together with their helmets on, grabbed them there girls off that bridge, took them off to the woods near the park to worship their Norse God and nobody noticed? Talk about a bunch of shut ins! And the bodies laid there for twenty-four hours while a highly professional search party looked high and low. And voila! There they were! Surprise Surprise. And if you believe that have I got a bridge for you and it’s on sale . . . in Delphi, Indiana. 

 

I’m not gonna whip a dead horse here. Just Google the letter “D” if you’re stupid enough. I did. But I have come up with some profound understandings and solutions. Abby and Libby call us home. They stand at the gates of America and remind us that there are things more important than gay rights, transsexuals, Ukraine, Mexicans on the border or Donald Trump’s hair. Two little girls can no longer SAFELY walk in a park in Mayberry in YOUR America. Don’t run Don’t run! Look at it. Smell it. 

 

If I had my way there would be a scaffold built on the town square in Delphi. And on that scaffold at high noon with ropes around their necks would be the Chief of Police, a Prosecutor, a Defense Attorney, a couple of Odinists (With their helmets on) and, of course, the guest of honor, Richard Allen. And a select member of Abby and Libby’s families would pull the trap, for all the people to see! That lump’s back in my throat, folks. I gotta go.