As revealed through the publicly facilitated permutations appending the already forgotten Kevin Ray Underwood murder
investigation, we may discern a distinctively postmodern twist on the
banality of evil.   By leaving a four-year blog archive charting his
consistently anomistic confessions and ephemeral vagaries, it seems this
alleged child-killer and would-be-cannibal briefly and unwittingly provided a novel — and unremarkably historic —
forum in which for morbid trawlers to speculate and wallow.   Comments have since been disabled, but the recreational outcry goes on.

Sensationalist media accounts inevitably play up telltale signs (who
knew that the Church of the SubGenius was a gateway to criminal
trangression), but the thudding reality, as usual, does not yield to
wishful post hoc projections. As revealed through the web-sifted lens of accumulated fits of insipidly human self pity, we see that Underwood was nothing more than overgrown boy with too
much spare time on his hands.

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