Something strange is going on with the Virginia State Police. Yeah, no, not like in-general; expressly with I HeArTE JADE.
Y’all know that I get a kick out of messin’ with Special Agent Jason Trent.
Well, through a source, I was led to believe that, though I remain under investigation, Mr. Trent is not the case man anymore.
So, at first, I was all: If this is true, Hooray! He can go back to pretending he’s a 14-year-old girl, and I can stop pretending to be fixated on him.
But, next, I was all: If this is true, why the change? Maybe they feel I’m fixated on him. Huh.
I had to corroborate the information -- because, sometimes, even the best grapevine can produce bad fruit, and because I’m completely incapable of not verifying things.
Only, before I got the chance to really get started on that, I got additional, other, information. This time it came with names.
It appears, uhm -- sorry to be mysterious -- it has something to do with a few of the… I’ll call them “Big Guns” of the VSP Bureau of Criminal Investigation.
I think it’s from me picking on their BCI pal. Which makes me declare, in caps: BUT, BUT, BUT I’M BEING GOOD!
I aim to sort it out to a logical conclusion.
This just gets larger, and goes on longer, and involves more and more and more and more people. Doesn’t bother me a bit.
And, to think, one man has the power to make all this go away.
