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And as he lay dying, his heart---two sizes too small---giving out, I hear that Ken Lay actually managed to stick his middle finger out toward the masses from the top of the world, out there in Aspen.
"Guilty?! Sentencing in October?!" he cried, his maniacal laughter ringing out over the great expanse of the ski resort, the mountains, Colorado, and the country at large, from sea to shining sea.
"Fuck you! The people be damned!"

The minions in the land below heard the great rumbling laughter, the hatred in his voice, and shook their heads, for they knew what had happened. People from Maine to Florida, California to Washington, Hawai'i and Alaska, Puerto Rico (and Guam too), raised their heads as one and sighed a collective sigh. The bastard got away.

And then he died, the fucking fuck. Where is the justice in that?

That is all.