"Lee Roy Floyd was a member of the Hammond Baptist Church's Deacon Board for 45 years and knew LaRose. A reporter with the Times of Northwest Indiana newspaper interviewed Floyd on Tuesday."The night before he disappeared, he was speaking to a group in the church, and in the middle of his sermon he stopped talking and looked at the back of the room," Floyd said. "No one else who turned around saw anything, but LaRose later claimed he had seen one of the Satanists through a window outside.
"And the next day he left. He was gone," Floyd said."
I'll be the first to admit that ultimately this is the story of some flim-flam man that used the Word to lure in women and keep his sociopathic mind engaged for few decades. Big whoop. Just another in a long line of PT Barnum-types falling all over themselves to prove suckers are born every minute. But there is a darker side to all this.
I never leave Marion County unless I am forced to. Even then, I prefer it to be on a jet plane. 'Why?' you ask. Simple: "they" get you as soon as you leave the city. Between the satan-worshippers, preachers as John-Wayne-Gacy-type ringleaders, tweaking meth heads, Klansman, serial-killers picking up drifters along the highway, and alien abductions, there is no reason to leave. Ever. Even the most rational of my concerns is I don't leave because of the tornadoes. I would like to think living downtown cuts out a lot of problems. The skyscrapers provide man-made mountains that break up the wind shear that would otherwise whip into a tornado that would flatten my house. Thanks Chase Tower!
I really avoid leaving downtown all together. I know my neighbors, I know my downtown district cops, and the homeless folks that might want to rip me off know I don't have anything worth stealing and will only give them food if they ask me for a handout. So a few of them do crack or drink too much. Response time in my 'hood: 3 minutes.
Sylvia Likens couldn't happen in my neighborhood. Put your tractor beam on that, Martians.
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