Here is a new author you can not pay attention to the byline of and mistake me for. -Ed.
I find the relative silence about the homicide of John Wheeler interesting (relax, I’m not a conspiracy theorist). When Michael Jackson, a popular singer, died, TV programs were interrupted with the breaking news and for a long time you couldn’t escape hearing about it unless you lived under a rock in a desolate waste and wore ear plugs, ear muffs, and a sleep mask over your eyes. When John Wheeler, a defense expert, former presidential aide who also happened to be in a dispute with a neighbor, turns up dead in a landfill (apparently with some assistance getting dead and into the garbage truck), it gets relegated to a brief blurb in the evening news. When Michael Jackson died, we got updates that there were no updates (frankly, if they don’t know anything, I wish they would shut up, not blather on ad nauseum about nothing, and return me to my regularly scheduled programming). I haven’t seen any updates about John Wheeler. Someone who pranced around in sequins got treated with all the pomp and ceremony of royalty; a long time high level public servant gets thrown out with trash. So, if you want recognition and respect, don’t do anything significant like serving your country and keeping it as safe as possible. For recognition and respect, learn how to sing and dance suggestively, live like a perverted drug addicted lunatic, and die young.