SMALL-TOWN CRIME IN THE BIRTHPLACE OF JAILHOUSE ROCK – Tuesday April 30 2013

– Federal agents invaded north-east Mississippi several days ago on a mission: find the man who sent a poison-laced letter to the President. But the US government quickly found itself entangled, once again, in a misunderstood land dominated by squabbling tribes and petty vengeances.
Agents first arrested an Elvis Presley impersonator, released him, and then on Saturday arrested his nemesis, a karate instructor. Gradually investigators concluded that what they had descended upon was probably less about the President – or the US senator and retired state judge who also received letters – than a serious case of indigenous bickering.
That shocks no one here. “Tupelo is a kaleidoscope,” said sociologist Mark Franks, who grew up in nearby Booneville. There are true geniuses walking the streets of Tupelo, he said, and incredibly wealthy, generous people. It had a peculiar culture. It is also the hometown of Elvis Presley.
People were not surprised when agents arrived looking for whomever sent letters laced with ricin to President Barack Obama, Senator Roger Wicker, and retired Mississippi judge Sadie Holland.
They nabbed a man in nearby Corinth, Paul Kevin Curtis. He worked as an Elvis impersonator, spun wild conspiracies about the local hospital selling body parts and apparently signed the poisoned letters with his own initials.
But the FBI found no evidence of ricin in Mr Curtis’ home and no incriminating research on his computer. Within hours agents had raided the home of his archenemy: J. Everett Dutschke, karate instructor. Mr Curtis claimed Mr Dutschke wanted to frame him.
The pair met in 2005, and were friendly for a time. When he wasn’t teaching karate, Mr Dutschke worked for Mr Curtis’ brother Jack at an insurance office. Both men knew Senator Wicker, and both has connections to Ms Holland.
It’s unclear when hostilities began, but a few years ago Mr Curtis, who worked at the local hospital, developed a theory that doctors were harvesting organs to sell on the black market. He wrote a book about it called ‘Missing Pieces’. Mr Dutschke published a local newsletter at the time, and after some negotiations apparently rejected Mr Curtis’ writings.
There was the question, too, of who had the bigger intellect. Mr Dutschke was a member of Mensa. Mr Curtis posted a fake Mensa certificate on his Facebook page, which enraged Mr Dutschke. “I threatened to sue him for fraud for posting a Mensa certificate that is a lie,” Mr Dutschke told Tupelo’s ‘Daily Journal’.

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About Jumpin' Jack Cash

Deep connections are the most important aspect of my existence. I don’t care if people don’t know what they want. I love books. I’m cynical of love stories, although I’m romantic. I adore gardens. I like women who challenge me. I love the rain as an excuse to stay inside and dream. I'm furiously impatient. If I ask you a question best to tell me the truth as I'm likely to already know the answer. I'm a carnivore. I continuously underestimate the magic of fresh flowers in my home. I love warm rain in the summer. My mood elevates to epic proportions when the sun shines. Tell me not to do something and I'll do it twice and take photos. Running is my antidepressant. I loathe lies. I rarely forgive a lie. Loyalty and honesty are my most noble virtues, and I value them more than anything in other people. I love to love, and am able to fall in love very quickly, although it's only ever happened once. I understood myself and fixed myself only after destroying myself. My greatest excitement comes from deliberately getting lost in foreign cities. I can be extremely loud and frighteningly silent. I hate insinuations. I love storms. Justice for all. I'm a proud man, but welcome the influence of the feminine soul. I have two sisters. I’m a dreamer. I’m a deep thinker. Don’t deal with guilt trips or drama that well. I'm extremely stubborn and persistent. I'm brilliant at keeping secrets. I love driving. I become absolutely and completely lost while watching a burning fire. When the toast pops from the toaster I’m never ready and shit myself. I play the guitar, but require much improvement. Solitude and warmth of the sun are perfect together. I’ve been married once and now divorced. I’m a music junkie. Chocolate mousse is the shit. I curse too much. I find it difficult to make friends. I spent four years as a firefighter. I’ve run my own company since 1991. Bright lights, big cities. I’ve been an executive producer of a feature film. Some people don’t care, and that’s the biggest let-down of the human race. There are cures and solutions for many evils, but no remedy for the worst of them all - the apathy of human beings. The sound of the Italian language being spoken is as good as my favourite music. I hate corrupt cops. I relentlessly and passionately pursue anybody and anything that sets my soul on fire. I'm a dog lover, and all my dogs are considered family members. I have an obsession with photography. I have some close friends who are household names, but shall always remain anonymous. I’m crazy but not lazy. Losing a soulmate has hurt me badly. My two young sons are the nucleus of my universe. I love airports. I love freedom. If you are dishonest or disloyal, I can erase you from my life and memory immediately and permanently. I yearn to explore, dream about and discover as many friendships, deep connections and places, one possibly can in a lifetime.
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