Plug.

Back in the earlier, idealistic youth of Black Dog vs. Ice-Cream, I tried writing a post about the West Memphis Three. It was just about the only cause I really had a fighting spirit about. I'd donated money, got the T-shirt, watched the documentaries...which isn't much by activist standards, but was a big step away from my usual cynicism and apathy about the world (in short, it's unjust, unfair and no amount of Flashmobbing and changing your Facebook Profile Picture to Lion-O is going to help it get better.)

Pictured: Me, in my T-Shirt, about to throw Injustice down some stairs.

Sadly the post ended up being half-Wikipedia page, half-foaming at the mouth rant. I struggled to keep a leash on the Black Dog and was pretty much punching and kicking the sky by the time I shut down Word and buried the post.

Anyway, my long-suffering BFF has managed a write up that avoids the hysterics I'd employ, and I thought I'd ride her coat-tails on a statement I've long wanted to make.

http://worthlesschatmonkeys.blogspot.com/2011/02/west-memphis-three.html

And if I write any more in this post, it'll just be about me and this isn't the time for it.


So, goodbye.

FREE THE WEST MEMPHIS THREE