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"WHY?"

 
 

By Bill Dennison

The Anti "KNIFE" Campaign, Founded Wednesday 17th November 1986 By William & Valerie Dennison, "Parents of JOHN MICHAEL DENNISON" Who on Friday 26th of September 1986, was for no Given Reason Attacked, Stabbed through the Heart and Murdered By a 21 year old Ex - Prisoner who had been released from Custody 14 days earlier, Could Already Boast 36 Previous Convictions and once becoming a Convicted, Qualified "MURDERER" received a so called Crown Court Sentence of "LIFE IMPRISONMENT."

In APRIL 1986, one 17 year old friend of our son JOHN, died from a malignant brain tumour.

Trying to somehow come to terms with such a loss, our son plus the elder brother of the deceased friend and three others close friends, decided to take a one week holiday in Norfolk.

The holiday had been paid for and our son plus his friends stood waiting for a bus.

Not far from the bus stop there is a public house, called "Queens Head." A group of 12 Adults came out of this Public house. A group of louts, each with a Criminal record, who seemed to like Violence, walked down to the bus stop where our Son and Jimmy Cottington were waiting. One 21 year from the public house decided to not only start trouble, but then Stabbed and wounded our son's friend Jimmy. Our son tried to help such a wounded friend and the 21 year ex-convict then Stabbed our son through the Heart and became a qualified Murderer.

We heard during the Trial how this 21 year old Murderer went off with his friends to a local Indian Curry House, ordered a meal and sat burning blood stains from his shirt with a cigarette. In time the Ambulance was heard racing to where our son laid and this Murderer, laughed saying to his so called friends, "Hope The Bastard Dies." He got his wish.

He was eventually Arrested, Held in Custody to await [1] The Crown Court Trial;- at Chelmsford [2] Conviction. It took the retired - to consider all Evidence - Jury 55 minutes to Think, Debate then Return the Rightful Verdict of, "Guilty" to Judge Greenwood. A Harsh sounding voice rang out across the Crown Court as Judge Greenwood said to the Convicted MURDERER, "You are fortunate that you are not before this Court on TWO MURDER Charges. For the "MURDER" you are now Convicted of I must serve out a Sentence of "LIFE IMPRISONMENT." And for the Stabbing and Serious Wounding of JIMMY COTTINGTON 10 years to run Concurrent. Get Him Out Of Here."

The 21 Year old Convicted and Sentenced to "LIFE IMPRISONMENT" MURDERER, Smiled, Bowed his Head and said to the Judge, "Thank You Sir."

Our precious Son JOHN MICHAEL DENNISON was born 16th July 1969, the day Apollo 11 was launched, and Deprived of the "Right to Live," 17 years later on Friday 26th of September 1986.

APRIL 10th 1986:

17 year old RICHARD COTTINGTON, a friend of our son JOHN, had Died from a Malignant Brain Tumour.

JIMMY COTTINGTON, Brother to the deceased, plus Four close friends - One being our Son JOHN - Decided that a weeks holiday at Norfolk may help them to somehow come to terms with such a Tragic loss.

NAMES PLUS PLACE OF ADDRESS:

The holiday was arranged by RICHARD DAVIS and he later phoned all to say how he had successfully arranged such. A date was then decided upon which all four Tower Hamlets residents could go over to RICHARD DAVIS and each pay the necessary Holiday deposit's. The date was FRIDAY 26th of SEPTEMBER 1986.

I had been working hard all day at the old Phoenix Insurance Company building. A then empty site in King William Street, City of London. At the end of the nice warm day I decided to take a slow walk home. I by the way used to work as Stone Fixer's mate, for "Easton Masonry, Portland, Portland was the quarry from which St. Paul's Cathedral Stones were excavated.

I arrived home at approximately 5.30 PM to hear the usual sound of low volume, beautiful music that ran through the house, saw our Eldest Son Bill, getting ready to go off once again and spend a weekend on usual Territorial Army exercise.

JOHN came down to say, "Hello Dad," and as usual had a face of beaming humorous smiles, we rarely said anything to each other without cracking a joke or two. I so dearly love all Four of our Wonderful Children, yet JOHN and I seemed to be slightly closer for our hobby interests were similar. I for instance would love to go swimming, JOHN not only loved Swimming, but took such further by becoming highly skilled in Sub-Aqua Diving.

This evening, FRIDAY 26th of SEPTEMBER 1986, all seemed well and I placed my old work tool-bag in the usual cupboard and went up the stairs to take a nice cool Shower.

Following such I re-dressed in cleaner more comfortable wear, returned down stairs and heard JOHN saying to Valerie, His Mother, My Wife, "If we miss the last Bus Home, we will stay overnight at RICHARD's and return tomorrow. Is that okay Mum ???" I replied, "Will be, provided you are home early enough to cook us a Breakfast," JOHN Laughed and Val as usual Smiled looking toward JOHN.

JOHN kissed his Mum farewell, Kissed me, and said, "Take it easy Dad, you are not getting younger," JOHN and Val laughed as I raised my eyebrows, and sat down making creaking sounds.

Within a few minutes or so we also bid farewell to BILL, who forever had several bags of equipment he had to take on such T.A exercises. BILL also bid us farewell and the house was quieter.

Upstairs were JAYNE, our beautiful Daughter plus our youngest Son PETER, he was 8 at the time, Finishing his homework.

My Favoured hobby has been Amateur Radio, gained from my Father who during the War served in North Africa, Tobruk, Greece, Italy, Fighting Germans back into retreat and eventual surrender. Dad served with the Royal Signal Corp. and once the War had finished and I had reached the age of being able to learn, Dad taught me plenty that from time to time encouraged the Home Construction of Short Wave Radio's etc.

In 1980 I gained the Amateur Radio License and could legally speak across such miraculous waves to multiples of other such Hobbyist. On Friday I felt relieved at the knowledge of having a free Weekend and would often remain up all night speaking or maybe just listening to other "HAM" friends, a nickname for Amateur Radio members once brought into view by the late Tony Hancock.

Awake and seated at a Kitchen table upon which our old Phillips G8 TV sat awaiting repair. The time was 3:30 AM and I was the only one who had remained up and awake. Our Street door is upstairs, so too are the bedrooms, and suddenly I heard such a loud series of Harsh, Loud, Thunderous like noises that I literally froze in shock.

Within seconds I could hear both my then awakened Wife and Daughter JAYNE, Shouting, "WHO IS IT, WHO IS IT, WHAT DO WAN'T ?????" I heard the street door open and could hear other Voices. I saw Blue Serge trousers descending the stairs accompanied by my Wife VALERIE & JAYNE. Then all of a sudden I stood facing two Police Sergeants. One, a Grey bearded Male whose Face bore serious frowns, suggested we should all, "Sit Down Please." The other Sergeant was already moving fast, he was filling a kettle with water and lighting the gas stove.

By now my vision had seemingly shrunk away from the realities of that which I saw and it was, I hoped that such was, a Nightmare from which I could wake. I had inner feelings that spelt out the IRA plus a Bomb attack against our Son BILL and the Army Truck in which he would no doubt be travelling to Wales.

The Police Sergeant, reading from a small white paper, spoke and without pausing said," DO YOU HAVE A SON NAMED, JOHN DENNISON, HE WAS ATTACKED EARLIER TONIGHT AND HAS SINCE DIED.'

I heard my Wife and my Daughter Scream, "NO", saw My Wife fall forward and collapse onto the floor, heard JAYNE run back up the stairs still shouting out, "NO, IT CAN'T BE JOHN, YOU ARE WRONG."

The other Police Sergeant offered a cup of tea or whatever saying, Here you are, please Drink this," while the other Police Sergeant spoke into his radio calling for an Ambulance. By now LIFE was clearly destroyed and baring gazes of tearful vision I took the cup, sipped once then turned to throw the cup down into the corner saying, " YOU ARE WRONG, IT CANNOT BE JOHN, YOU ARE AT THE WRONG ADDRESS."

In Seconds the Ambulance crew came into the house, another Police Officer descended the stairs following our Daughter JAYNE plus the Brother In Law JAYNE had run across the road to get.

The Ambulance crew, now knowing that VALERIE, my Wife, suffers from Asthma, decided that Val, should be taken along to the Hospital. I was Asking the Police more questions and a Police sergeant said, "I AM SORRY, BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO GO OUT TO CHINGFORD POLICE STATION FOR MORE INFORMATION, ALL WE HAVE IS THAT WHICH WE HAD TO TELL YOU. HAVE YOU ANY MEANS OF TRANSPORT?" He turned his head and looked toward PAUL EDWARDS, our Brother In Law. Once it was told how we had no means of transport, the Police sergeant said, "I WILL ARRANGE FOR ONE OF OUR CARS TO TAKE YOU TO CHINGFORD."

With all this being discussed between the Police and our Brother in Law, I told a Police Sergeant, "THAT CUPBOARD HOLDS OUR SON's LICENCED SHOTGUN's. YOU HAVE FULL PERMISSION TO KICK THE DOOR IN AND GET SUCH OUT OF THIS HOUSE."

I could see how I might be at the Chingford Police Station collecting more facts, how our Son BILL may perhaps come home and just what could happen along such fearful lines of Revenge, though for many years now I had somehow tried to install a more positive, more Christian, more worthy way of thinking.

I then thought of PETER, our youngest Son and drying my eyes I walked up the stairs to, well not to tell PETER, how could I ????, what could I say ???

I gently woke PETER, our then 8 year old Son, who had thankfully over-rode everything so far and had not yet woke up to hear the Beautiful Family Joy simply torn to shreds. The Joyous Family Mirror that had for years shown a perfect acceptable reflection, was smashed now showing a Picasso style reflection of serious distorted confusion and disbelief.

"PETE, PETER, I AM SORRY FOR WAKING YOU SON. BUT WILL YOU PLEASE GO WITH MUMMY AND JAYNE TO THE HOSPITAL AS MUMMY IS NOT WELL.

I HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE ELSE FOR A WHILE, BUT JAYNE WILL TELL YOU!!!!!" I had no idea what I should be saying and now ran close to causing more and more Wrongful details. I continued and running my hand across PETER's forehead said, "DON'T WORRY PETER, JUST GET DRESSED, GO WITH MUM AND JAYNE AND I WILL SOON BE BACK, OKAY ?"

I later learned how when JAYNE told PETER his brother was dead, PETER turned and said to his mum, "DO NOT WORRY MUM, JOHN IS IN HEAVEN NOW," then cuddled his Mother to Help her.

PAUL EDWARDS, my Brother in law, and I were by now in the rear seats of a fast moving Police car. We sat in silence behind the Male PC driver and the WPC seated beside him.

Arriving at the Chingford Police Station, both the PC and the WPC, got out of the car and went into the Police Station. We had been left behind just seated, still silent, in the locked rear part of the Police car. Unable to open the doors from inside, PAUL opened the car window and reached out to open such from the outside.

We, too, walked into the Chingford Police Station and my vision still seemingly restricted, the corridor we walked through seemed to be long and looking out from the left or right corridor doors were our Sons Crying Friends, IAN NEWELL, ROBERT CORBY and RICHARD DAVIS, "EACH WITH THEIR PARENTS." A Detective, his hands full of papers or statements, received from the Brother in law who we were, the Detective asked us to follow him.

I still recall words of Sorrow and Bereaved regret, being said by ROBERT, IAN, & RICHARD, yet walked on to the end of the corridor and into the room as told by the Detective as he opened the door. I asked him what had happened, and he said, "I THINK IT WAS MISTAKEN IDENTITY, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SOMEONE ELSE IN UPSHIRE ROAD, (we later learned that our son was murdered at "PATER NOSTER HILL") ANYWAY WAIT HERE AND I WILL FETCH THE OFFICER IN CHARGE OF THIS CASE." We entered the office and for a while stood in silence alone.

After a while the door opened once more and a Tall, Scottish accented Detective entered, Detective PETERS, one Man whose ability in such a professed, highly experienced world of Solving. MURDER" deserves a forever Memoir.

"I am sorry, " said Detective PETERS," Looking straight into my eyes, I stepped forward saying, "THIS HAS GOT TO BE MURDER IS IT NOT," meaning "this is no accident?' "OH IT's MURDER ALL RIGHT," said Detective PETERS, and a friend of your Son was Seriously Wounded." He then mentioned JIMMY COTTINGTON, "The friend of your Son is in the Hospital at the moment and we must wait his release to attend an Identity Parade. For now there is not a lot that I can say, but let me give you the address you must go to tomorrow," Detective PETERS, turned to look toward the brother In law saying, "Other relatives are allowed to carry out this important Identity if it is too much for the Parents." I spoke again, "I will be going to that so please do not worry. Where do I/we have to go please?"

Detective PETERS wrote the number I could phone to contact him plus the phone number, the time and who and where I/we would have to go for the Identity of JOHN. I prayed that such an Identity would not show JOHN; I was wrong.

Another Detective said, "I will give you a lift back home, I have to go to the section house in King David Lane anyway."

Both Detective PETERS plus the other Detective left the room once more, closing the door as they did. A short while passed and then once again the door opened and a Detective, Putting his coat on, said, "Okay? Let's go, I am parked out front."

His car was a Volvo shooting brake type and once inside and on the move, the Detective offered his cigarettes. Both PAUL and I accepted saying, "Thank You." A few more words were shared as he gave us a lift back home and I explained how our eldest Son BILL was in Wales, how I would now be trying to contact BILL and somehow get him safely back home yet saying nothing until we at last were together again.

Back home, PAUL and I saw the house still locked in darkness, I had no key, so we first took a walk to the London Hospital to Meet VALERIE, JAYNE and PETER. Who were seated in the Casualty as though they were waiting to see someone. JAYNE said, "A Doctor saw Mummy, said there was nothing he could do and we are just waiting for a Mini-cab to take us back home." We called such a mini-cab and on the way home stopped off at the Leman Street Police Station to collect the Keys to our House once more. I was told how they had indeed taken the Shotguns that legally belonged to our Son BILL and asked if we could get BILL to pop in and sign a certain paper about such.

By the time we arrived back home it was nearly 6:00 AM. Not sure of what I should or indeed could be saying or doing to somehow help VALERIE, JAYNE and PETER. I kept asking how Val was and made a cup of tea as my Brain tore through the channels of possibility.

I went to see one local friend of VALERIE'S Mother; he is the Preacher at our local Methodist Ministers Chapel and more important he is WELSH. Within a very brief time we had made contact with one TA Major in WALES, explained all true details and begged that he could, Should, pass on information for our Son BILL to be sent back Home, BUT NOT TO SAY ANYTHING TO HIM. How can any one person travel back home with such thought's tearing and thrashing his inner mind of Trust, previous Faith, Honesty?????? The chance of dreaming up what had really happened were Zero and even if such was imagined, it would be pushed clear and not accepted.

We expected a train to arrive at Paddington somewhere around 2:00 PM. I had to go over to the St. Marguerites Hospital (and Princess Alexandria) out near the place where JOHN had been MURDERED.

After phoning and telling the Coroner's Office how we would have to make such a journey back to Paddington, he said he would ask Police to prepare a Map of best short cut routes.

11:00 a.m. Saturday 27th September 1986:

My Brother in Law, PAUL EDWARDS, had borrowed his Son's car and we arrived at the given Coroners Office Address on time.

I do not understand the complete Rights and Wrongs of such a sometimes ridiculous system, and yet PAUL and I, went into the Office we were invited into, sat down to answer a list of questions and eventually were asked, "OKAY, FOLLOW MY CAR UP TO THE HOSPITAL. I WILL NOT DRIVE FAST OR OUT OF SIGHT."

We Followed the Man for a Seemingly long distance, and upon arriving, The sky was clear blue and saturated with Sunbeams, pulled into the large garden type hospital grounds, eventually parking by the side of the Coroners Red car.

To the right stood a large Mansion style hospital, to the forefront of such was a flat roofed, ground level Mortuary. Several Police officers, each wearing the normal summertime uniform, hats removed, who we met and shook hands with. It was then that I made one personal point crystal clear, "IT IS I WHO WILL BE IDENTIFYING, BUT I REFUSE TO DO SO THROUGH A WINDOW AS I HEARD IS USUAL PRACTICE. I MUST BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS THE DECEASED, SAID TO BE OUR SON, TO MERELY BID FAREWELL AND PAY RESPECT PROPERLY."

This caused a sudden surprise and for some strange reason I was told I must please wait. I/we waited and waited, and as Silence reigned the police officers now glanced down toward the floor, toward the hospital, in fact everywhere except toward us. Not a word was said.

Eventually I was invited by the said Coroner. "Mr. Dennison, please follow me," I did so and felt a rising impulse of hope that this would not be JOHN.

Entering the mortuary I saw one large oblong Window to the right, an open door to the left, I walked in through the door, and as the Coroner plus Policeman stepped back I went toward the steel stretcher to see a blanket covered, unclothed shoulders revealed, motionless corpse. As I got to the side of such, I looked down to see JOHN MICHAEL DENNISON aged 17, now laying still, his face adorned in the usual look of Beauty, his hair perfectly brushed back as usual.

To the right of the lips I saw a small fresh graze mark, and did nothing more than to lean forward, kiss JOHN upon the forehead, place my fingers within his hair, and simply nod a slight touch of Identity as I made the sign of a cross and in silence prayed. I wanted to burn that which I could see deep into my eternal memory and stayed for a while just hoping for JOHN to suddenly awaken. I thought of how we had been laughing and joking less than a day before, yet more than 12 hours. I saw all that Our Beautiful Son had so Viscously been forever Deprived of, how the MURDERER HAD DEPRIVED OUR SON OF HIS RIGHT TO LIVE, TO MARRY, TO BECOME A PROUD CARING PARENT. AND NOW ALL I HAD WAS ONE NAGGING QUESTION, "WHY ?".

WHY do these so called Murderous Humans behave in such a Small way, WHY do they choose to be so small that they can HIDE BEHIND KNIVES & BULLETS, "WHY ?" And WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE ?????????????????

Such is so often seen yet is nothing more than a troupe of Government recognised LIARS simply going through the seemingly apparent mounds that are otherwise referred to as "JUSTICE". JUSTICE Has, Is, and forever will be a twisted defect of a further "Human Descriptor" that Has Not, Does Not, Will Not, be that which the said Legal Office insists.
 
 

We are so often told that "JUSTICE MUST BE SEEN TO BE DONE" and to say such is quite easy within this, the World of Forever Corrupt, Apathetic, Distorted, Farcical LIES. "AS PROVEN SO MANY TIMES, "IT IS IMPOSSIBLE - BY DELIBERATE INTENT - TO CONTORT SUCH." Once the Trial has closed, the Court judge plus a team of probation officers meet, behind closed doors, to discuss how long the "Life" sentenced Murderer must spend in Prison before being Paroled. It seems that within Europe and the UK, "JUSTICE IS A BONUS".

Name of our sons Convicted Murder;

Jamie GEORGE Leslie.

Had been released from Custody the 14th of September 1986, and could then boast 36 previous convictions.

He was 21 years of age the night he chose to Murder our Innocent Son

His father is GEORGE LESLIE, one of the then armed crooks who helped Train Robber Ronald Biggs to escape from Prison. Below are a few further details concerning the Murderers Father and his previous criminal records.

28th JANUARY 1978

DAILY TELEGRAPH

Ex - speedway star "hoped to oust Franco"

A FORMER speedway champion planned to bring down Gen. Franco's Government by using forged Spanish pesetas, an Old Bailey jury was told yesterday.

FRANCIS "Split" WATERMAN is now serving a prison sentence in Italy. The former Wembley and Haringey speedway star was jailed for illegal possession of forged pesetas worth nearly £500,000, said Det. Sgt RICHARD CULLEN.

One of two men in the dock. JOHN FRANCIS DUNN, 41, said when interviewed that Waterman had told him he wanted enough forged pesetas to bring down the Franco government.

DUNN, a litho plate maker, of Court Gardens, Harold Hill, Essex, and GEORGE RONALD LESLIE, 42 of Brokesley Street, Bow, have denied conspiring with a man named SYMOURE SEIGAL and others between June 1st 1974 and January 1st 1976, to forge Spanish 1,000-peseta bank-notes.

They have also denied conspiring with SEIGAL and others between the same dates to utter a quantity of forged banknotes.

Spoke Freely

Mr. BRIAN LEARY, prosecuting, said that on December 23rd 1975. Waterman and LEON WEISS, a Rumanian, were arrested in Milan for the illegal possession of forged Spanish currency with a face value of 52,400,000 pesetas, equivalent to nearly £500,000.

After Waterman's trial in May 1976, Detective Sergeant CULLEN flew to Italy and Waterman spoke freely to them in prison.

On their return to England the officers interviewed a number of men, including Seigal, an American, who had yet to be tried. The arrest of DUNN and LESLIE soon followed.

DUNN had denied doing anything illegal, but Detective Sergeant CULLEN said that eventually he admitted telling Waterman the type of machinery he would need to print forged pesetas. "I have made nothing out of this," Dunn is said to have added.

The trial was adjourned until Monday.

2ND FEBRUARY 1978

DAILY TELEGRAPH

TRIAL HALTED AFTER POLICE HOLD JURYMAN

An Old Bailey trial of two men accused of conspiring to forge Spanish pesetas was stopped by Judge Gwyn Morris QC, yesterday because a member of the jury was being held in custody on an unrelated charge.

The accused John Dunn, 41 a printer of Harold Hill, Essex and GEORGE LESLIE, 42 of Brokesley Street, Bow, were allowed to continue their bail.

During the trial which began last Thursday, Mr. Brian Leary, prosecuting, had said that the two men were arrested after police interviewed Francis "Split" Waterman the former World Speedway Champion. Waterman was said to be in prison in Italy for possessing forged currency.

THIS IS THE TRUTH ABOUT OUR SON + HIS FRIENDS.

APRIL 10TH 1986:

RICHARD COTTINGTON, 17 YEAR OLD FRIEND OF OUR SON JOHN, DIED FROM A MALIGNANT BRAIN TUMOUR.

SEPTEMBER 26TH 1986:

JIMMY COTTINGTON, BROTHER OF THE ABOVE DECEASED RICHARD, STABBED AND SERIOUSLY WOUNDED.

SEPTEMBER 26TH 1986:

OUR BELOVED SON JOHN MICHAEL DENNISON, TRIED TO RESCUE HIS STAB WOUNDED FRIEND AND WAS STABBED THROUGH THE HEART AND MURDERED.

JANUARY 1987:

MICHAEL DELANEY WENT OUT TO CELEBRATE HIS 19TH BIRTHDAY. WALKING BACK HOME - WITH SEVERAL FRIENDS - MICHAEL DELANEY WAS KNOCKED, RUN OVER BY A 40 TON LORRY. TRAPPED BENEATH THE REAR WHEELS MICHAEL WAS DRAGGED QUITE SOME DISTANCE THEN AS THE WHEEL SPUN WAS PRACTICALLY THROWN FREE AND THE LORRY DROVE OFF. IT WAS LATER STOPPED 40 MILES FROM WHERE THE ACCIDENT HAPPENED.

MICHAEL DELANEY, RICHARD COTTINGTON, JIMMY COTTINGTON PLUS OUR SON JOHN MICHAEL DENNISON HAD ALL BEEN VERY CLOSE FRIENDS.

WITHIN A FEW PASSING HOURS AFTER THE ROAD ACCIDENT, MICHAEL DELANEY DIED IN THE ROYAL LONDON HOSPITAL.

JANUARY 1988:

MR. RICHARD DELANEY, FATHER OF THE DECEASED MICHAEL DELANEY, RETURNED TO THE SCENE OF THE ACCIDENT TO SAY A FEW PRAYERS, AND TO LAY A SMALL HANDFUL OF FLOWERS.

AS HE STEPPED OUT OF THE TAXI THAT BROUGHT HIM BACK TO THE ACCIDENT SCENE, MR. RICHARD DELANEY WAS SUDDENLY HIT BY A HIT AND RUN DRIVER, KNOCKED HIGH INTO THE AIR AND LEFT LAYING IN THE ROAD IN A COMA FROM WHICH HE NEVER RECOVERED.

18 MONTHS LATER MR. RICHARD DELANEY DIED.

WITHIN 9 MONTHS - THAT IS APRIL 1986 TO JANUARY 1987, THREE YOUNG FRIENDS WERE, "DENIED THE RIGHT TO LIVE". 9 MONTHS, THE TIME IT TOOK FOR EACH TO BECOME A LOVED, SINCERELY TREASURED NEWBORN SON. YET THE SAME PERIOD OF TIME IS ALL IT TOOK FOR THE THREE TO LOSE, "THEIR RIGHTS TO LIVE, "WHY ?"

Editor's note: There are several reasons why these tragedies occur. In my humble opinion, stabbings and other kinds of murders such as what occurred to John Michael Dennison, are caused by people being innured to violence in the media. The media are controlled by forces which want people to die to diminish population.

Events such as being hit by a hit and run driver are coincidence, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Other people may want to propose other causes. I, for one, would appreciate people's comments on this issue.
 

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