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Bob McCarty Weekly Recap: Nov. 8-14, 2015

The past week was full of news about a multitude of events in which many of the participants attached themselves to their own definition of justice. In my weekly recap below, I offer a review of those events and how I followed them Nov. 8-14, 2015.

Mizzou Bowl-Eligible?

If resignations count as victories, does that mean the Missouri Tigers are bowl-eligible? Click on image above to read about political correctness on campus.

Sunday, Nov. 8

On my website, BobMcCarty.com, I shared nothing new. I did, however, share a few things on my Facebook page.

The week began with good news and bad news, depending upon who your favorite college football team is. For me, good news surfaced when my two favorite football teams, Oklahoma State and Oklahoma in that order, were ranked #8 and #12, respectively, in the college football playoff rankings for Week 11. For many of my neighbors, bad news surfaced when football players at the University of Missouri went on strike and prompted me — and many others in cyberspace — to ask, “Haven’t the Missouri Tigers been on strike all season? Ahem, 4-5?”

I also shared a few political points, including one aimed at Eric Greitens, a former Navy SEAL and Rhodes Scholar who’s running for governor as a Democrat Republican in Missouri. It seems he not only aligns with Al Gore and other liberals in promoting climate change propaganda, but he’s also a big fan of global governance. As a result, I’m siding with a trustworthy Marine, John Brunner, to be the Show-Me State’s next Republican governor.

On a more personal note, Sunday marked Day 100 of the fitness regimen I started Aug. 1, and I reported the loss of 17 pounds toward my goal of 30 that will bring me to the “ultimate fighting weight” at which I graduated from Air Force Officer Training School more than 30 years ago.

Monday, Nov. 9

My first article of the week appeared Monday under the headline, GREEN BERET: ‘The next thing you know, it felt like someone put lighter fluid on me and caught me on fire.’ An excerpt from my first nonfiction book, Three Days In August, it casts a light on details of an Army Special Forces Soldier’s brush with death following his conviction on bogus sexual assault charges.

Kelly Stewart returns from a mission in Iraq.

Kelly Stewart returns from a mission in Iraq.

Among the day’s updates on my Facebook page, I pointed to news about a Jordanian policeman waging an “insider attack” that killed two Americans as a stark reminder of some of the subject matter I covered in my second nonfiction book, The Clapper Memo. In addition, I dubbed The University of Missouri at Columbia “Ferguson West” as protests continued at the school with the football team that’s 4-5.

I also wondered, after reading an article about the Pentagon retracting a report on male-on-male sexual trauma, how long it will take before Defense Department leaders come clean and bring an end to the Pentagon’s insane efforts to convict men on sexual assault charges regardless of whether such assaults took place.

Tuesday, Nov. 10

My second article appeared Tuesday under the headline, Something’s Seriously Wrong When Military Justice System Sides With Psychics, Convicted Felons and Porn Queens. In it, I pointed readers to details about three cases that began with sexual assault allegations made against military men by three unique women: a self-described psychic, a convicted felon and a convicted felon. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried!

My third article appeared under the headline, Someone Else at Mizzou Should Resign or Be Fired ASAP, and actually produced results, though I’m not about to claim full credit.

Among the day’s updates on my Facebook page was one that featured a list of questions that came to mind after I read an article in The New York Times about the protests at Mizzou:

• What will happen when a journalist calls the campus police at the University of Missouri at Columbia to report students are trampling upon his freedom of the press?

• Will the campus police come to the aide of the journalist?

• What if the police don’t come to the aide of the journalist? That will make for some interesting reporting. It will also lead to some interesting explanations by the campus police.

• How long will it take for Reverend Al Sharpton and his gang of race hustlers to arrive on campus and begin stoking the fires of discontent?

• MOST IMPORTANT: Will Mizzou football fans stage a mass boycott of the team’s next home game or will it simply look as if they have taken the drastic step when so many stadium seats appear empty as the Tigers trudge through another forgettable season? So many questions. So little time.

Also on Facebook Tuesday, I managed to photograph members of an anarchist group appearing to break the law at my favorite St. Louis-area lake, and I asked a tongue-in-cheek question: Does notching two same-day victories (i.e., getting both the university system president and the chancellor to resign their positions), make the previously 4-5 University of Missouri Tigers football team bowl eligible? Inquiring minds want to know.

Wednesday, Nov. 11

On Veterans Day, I shared my fourth article under the headline, WW II Soldier About Brothers: ‘We All Came Home Alive!’ The piece includes some of my father’s reflections about his personal experiences during World War II.

Click on the image above to read my pieces about Veterans Day.

Click on the image above of my dad in his World War II Army uniform to read my pieces about Veterans Day.

I also shared two related pieces, Story of Four Not-So-Famous Brothers Inspires and V-MAIL: World War II Soldier Writes to Parents Back Home, on my Facebook page Wednesday.

And there was more:

• Related to the student protests at Mizzou, I shared a link to the abstract of the doctoral dissertation, “It’s ‘a good thing’: The commodification of femininity, affluence, and whiteness in the Martha Stewart phenomenon,” completed by Dr. Melissa Click at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst six years before she made headlines for all the wrong reasons at Mizzou;

• I observed how the folks at the state’s largest university had scheduled Mizzou Transgender Day of Remembrance on Veterans Day; and

• I reminded folks of how at least four Republican hopefuls are ineligible to serve as president, according to a man I trust who served twice as a member of the Electoral College.

Thursday, Nov. 12

My fifth article of the week, published Thursday, was more crass commercial message than news, because I asked people to do two things: 1) buy my books; and, afterward, 2) copy Steve Jennings’ example and send me photos of themselves holding copies of my books. Soon after, Ivan Nikolov took the bull by the horns and sent me a photo of himself holding up his copy of The Clapper Memo. Thanks, friend!

Facebook friend Ivan Nikolov holds a copy of The Clapper Memo.

Facebook friend Ivan Nikolov holds a copy of my second nonfiction book, The Clapper Memo.

On my Facebook page Thursday, I shared an excerpt from my first crime-fiction novel, The National Bet, after teasing it with the question, “Ever imagine how horrible it would be if President Obama hijacked your retirement savings?” I also mentioned speaking to an Air Force officer who found himself in the midst of the sexual assault scandal at the Air Force’s Basic Military Training Program and is working on a book about it that I can’t wait to read.

Finally, I shared a priceless video (above) that features Fox Business Channel‘s Neil Cavuto interviewing Keely Mullen, Million Student March National Organizer, about her group’s demand that rich people pay for everyone else’s college costs, that all student loan debt is cancelled and that the minimum wage be raised to $15 an hour for workers on college campuses. After watching it, you’ll understand why I prefaced it with the comment, “I thought I heard the wind whistling through her head, ear to ear, as she spoke.”

Friday, Nov. 13

On Friday, my final article of the week offered another excerpt from my book, Three Days In August. Appearing under the headline, TDIA Book Excerpt: ‘I Wasn’t Going To Be That Dog,’ it is much like the excerpt I shared Monday’ except for that it describes what went through the mind of the elite Green Beret, whose life is the subject of the book, after he was railroaded by the politically-correct military justice system.

Among the items on my Facebook page Friday, I saluted a Medal of Honor recipient, noted the announcement about Gary Pinkel’s plan to retire as the U of Missouri’s football coach (more bad news for Tigers fans) and commented on a variety of other matters, the most important among them being the terror attacks in Paris.

Another five-star review of Three Days In August appeared on Amazon Friday, but I didn’t come across it until today; hence, this is the first mention I’ve made of it. Regardless, the review (below) is a good one and appears to have been written by an attorney:

I had a court-martial at Fort Benning where the Military Judge was the same judge who was presided over US v. Stewart. Both my client and I bought this book to obtain some G-2 on him. It is a really quick read and an informative look on the evolution of military justice in regards to sexual assault prosecutions, which has only grown worse. Bob McCarty has a keen knack for writing about military justice, and this book is by no means dull, particularly if you are a military justice practitioner, or you would like some insight to what it’s like to be sitting in a chair next to your TDS counsel if you are thrown into the military justice machine.

FYI: TDS is the Army acronym for Trial Defense Services (i.e., uniform-wearing defense attorneys).

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Someone Else at Mizzou Should Resign or Be Fired ASAP

One day after the resignations of Timothy M. Wolfe, president of the University of Missouri System, and R. Bowen Loftin, chancellor of the system’s flagship campus in Columbia, I realized one more academic affiliated with the state’s largest university should resign or be fired immediately. Her name is Dr. Melissa Click.

An assistant professor of mass media who earned her doctorate at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst in 2009, Dr. Click is living out her “15 minutes of fame” in large part thanks to the video (above).

Throughout most of the video’s six and one-half minutes, Dr. Click doesn’t appear in the frame, but her voice can be heard clearly over others in the vicinity of Tim Tai, a Mizzou student and freelance journalist working for ESPN. Repeatedly, Dr. Click demands Tai leave the area student protesters (a.k.a., “Concerned Students 1950”) had designated as a so-called “safe zone” for the purpose of waging protests, sans journalists, against alleged racial inequalities on campus.

Only during the final 20 seconds of the video does Dr. Click finally appear, seeming almost apoplectic. A bespectacled redhead dressed in black, she again demands Tai leave the area. When he refuses, she turns away from him and shouts toward a crowd of students a short distance away: “Hey, who wants to help me get this reporter out of here. I need some muscle over here.”

Dr. Melissa Click

Dr. Melissa Click

Clearly, the actions of Dr. Click show she has failed to “click” — pun intended — with important elements of our freedom, such as the First Amendment of the Constitution. Likewise, this academic loose cannon’s actions — aimed at preventing a journalist from doing his job — reflect poorly upon the UM School of Journalism — one of the top journalism schools in the country, by the way — where she is listed as a faculty member. See update below!

As a result, I hope she takes my advice and resigns before returning to Amherst where, perhaps, she can work on furthering her education. According to her curriculum vitae on this page, her first doctoral dissertation was titled, “It’s ‘a good thing’: The commodification of femininity, affluence and whiteness in the Martha Stewart phenomenon.”

I will not, however, hold my breath in anticipation of either her resignation or firing, because I doubt either will happen as “higher education” seems an oxymoron at Mizzou (a.k.a., “Ferguson West”).

UPDATE 11/10/2015 at 2:22 p.m. Central: It appears as if the folks at Mizzou might be listening to me. Sort of. According to a new article in the Columbia Missourian, Missouri School of Journalism faculty were voting today to revoke a courtesy appointment for Dr. Click that allows her to serve on the graduate committees of students from the School of Journalism while she teaches mass media in the Department of Communications, part of MU’s College of Arts & Science. Kind of confusing, but it’s a start. The fact she’s not a faculty member of the J-School restores my confidence in that school just a tiny bit.

UPDATE 11/11/2015 at 4:54 p.m. Central: Dr. Click resigned her “courtesy appointment” today and apologized. Sort. of. Details. In other news, today was Transgender Remembrance Day at Mizzou.

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‘Winning Life’s Lottery’ Requires Hard Work

EDITOR’S NOTE: Below is a guest post by Paul R. Hollrah, a resident of Oklahoma who writes from the perspective of a veteran conservative politico and retired corporate government relations executive whose life experience includes having served two terms as a member of the Electoral College. Even if you disagree with him, this piece will make you think long and hard.

Westward view of St. Louis skyline in September 2008.

Westward view of St. Louis skyline in September 2008, 75 years after Paul Hollrah’s birth.

I realize that it may be a bit uncool to dwell too much on one’s own life experiences, but I have a point to make and I hope that I will be forgiven for doing so.

I was born in 1933, in St. Louis County, Mo., in the midst of the Great Depression. My parents, both of whom came from generations of farm families, had sixth-grade educations. Farming was a matter of hard dawn-to-dusk labor, so when children had learned to read, write, and “do their sums,” they were expected to leave school to carry their share of the workload.

When my parents married in 1929, they decided to purchase a small farm, but they had no money and the banks had no money to lend, so their only alternative was to become sharecroppers, giving a one-third share of their crops to our landlord in lieu of rent.

Sharecropping provided our family with a subsistence, but little else. Nearly all of the food on our table was either from our vegetable garden, from farm animals… chicken, turkey, beef and pork… or the rabbits, squirrels, ducks, geese, and catfish that my father brought home from his frequent forays into our local forests and rivers. Whatever butter and eggs we didn’t need for our own table was taken to South St. Louis every Saturday and sold to regular customers, door-to-door. But then, when war clouds gathered over Europe and the Pacific in the late 1930s, my father took a job as a pick-and-shovel ditchdigger at 67½ cents an hour, helping to build a new munitions plant under construction at Weldon Spring, Mo.

My older sister and I attended a small one-room brick schoolhouse at Harvester, Missouri, three miles from our home, but when my father decided to give up farming for good in 1941 to work in the defense plants, we left our little red brick schoolhouse and moved to St. Charles, a suburb of St. Louis, where we were enrolled at a Lutheran parochial school. And when we completed our primary school education we attended St. Charles High School, a public high school.

I was not a good student and had little interest in high school. However, my parents insisted that if I wanted to get a good job, I had to have a high school diploma. It was the only thing they ever said on the subject. Attending a college or university was never a consideration, so during my four-year high school career I successfully avoided all subject matter related to mathematics and the sciences. I graduated in June 1951, with a GPA of just under 2.0, a C-minus average.

After graduation, I took a job as a “grease monkey,” tow truck driver and mechanics helper at a local automobile dealership, and, months later, I went to work as an assembly line riveter at McDonnell Aircraft Corporation, a major manufacturer of jet fighter planes for the U.S. military.

Then, in July 1953, I received a letter from the president of the United States; it began with the word, “Greetings.” I was drafted into the U.S. Army Aug. 12, 1953, and was trained as a Field Artillery Operations and Intelligence (O&I) specialist. After completing my basic training and my O&I training I was sent to West Germany for 17 months as a member of the post-World War II occupation forces. Upon being honorably discharged in June 1955, I returned to McDonnell Aircraft where I worked as a production control expediter for 18 months.

During that time, as therapy for an injury to my left knee, the result of a “friendly fire” incident during basic training, I took a second job as a ballroom dancing instructor in St. Louis. Those two jobs kept me fully occupied for at least 15 hours each day, five days a week. However, my injury prevented me from adequately performing my day job, so I took a job selling sewing machines and vacuum cleaners in the housing projects of St. Louis. My sales territory included the infamous Pruitt-Igoe housing project where it was absolutely foolhardy for a white man to enter without an armed escort… let alone attempt to repossess a sewing machine or a vacuum cleaner from a black family who’d failed to make their monthly payments.

Finally, in December 1956, I took a job as a draftsman for Laclede-Christy Corporation, a major refractory manufacturer in South St. Louis. My job was to design open-pit strip mines on leases in Missouri and Illinois, and to assist the company surveyor in laying out prospecting plans for our drilling crews. It was during the nearly two years that I worked for Laclede-Christy that I developed an interest in surveying, mining engineering and geology.

In February 1957, I married my ballroom dancing partner, with whom I’d earned an all-St. Louis ballroom championship. However, being unable to afford the rent for a house or an apartment of our own, we were forced to move in with my parents. But then, as the economic recession of 1957-58 worsened, I learned that my job at Laclede-Christy was to be phased out. It was then that I made the decision to “escape” into college, to enroll as a full-time student at the University of Missouri College of Engineering. It was something that my supervisors at Laclede Christy had urged me to do, but I had little or no high school background in science and mathematics. So, during the 1957-58 school year I took two evening courses in Intermediate algebra at Washington University in St. Louis… just to see if I could handle college-level mathematics.

In two semesters of algebra, I earned two Cs. So, in August 1958, armed with nothing but my two Cs and an abundance of hope and determination, I enrolled at the University of Missouri. Since I had no money and no background for the study of engineering, I look back on that decision as the most courageous thing I’ve ever done. After selling everything we owned, except for our clothing and our 1953 Ford, I went to the local Goodwill store and purchased three rooms of kitchen, bedroom, and living room furniture off the junk pile in the alley behind the store for a total of fifty dollars. It was not good furniture; it was on the junk pile for good reason.

In early November 1957, we were blessed with the birth of a beautiful baby boy who was ten months old in August 1958 when we loaded all of our belongings, including our $50 worth of junk furniture, into a U-Haul trailer and moved into a dilapidated three-room tar-paper shack in Columbia, Mo., just across the road from the Missouri Tigers football stadium.

Our only regular income was the $125 I received each month under the Korean G.I. Bill… $27 of which paid our monthly rent. The remainder of our income, earmarked for the next semester’s tuition and books, gasoline, utilities, and insurance, left us with a food budget of only 60 cents a day. After we’d purchased milk and other supplies for the baby we were able to afford only beans, spaghetti, and an occasional bottle of catsup to mitigate the blandness of our starchy diet.

But the biggest shock of all was the difficulty of the course work. I was a 25-year-old veteran with a wife and child to support, and I found myself competing for grades against seventeen and 18 year olds with four years of engineering prep in their high school careers. I attended class every day, I studied very hard, and I completed every homework assignment. Yet, when mid-term grades were posted during my first semester, I found that I was failing every course.

With no alternative, I developed a radical new study regimen. I was in class at 7:40 every morning and completed my lectures by noon. By 1 p.m., I was home, hitting the books, and I refused to turn the page in a textbook until I thoroughly comprehended everything on that page. I was up every morning at 6 a.m., and I studied for 14 hours a day, every day of the week. It worked. At the end of my freshman year I found that, not only had I turned those Fs around, I was named to the Dean’s Honor Roll.

Our second child was born in January 1960, after which my wife took a night-shift job at the University Medical Center. Each night at 10 p.m., I’d load our sleeping children into the back seat of our Ford and drive my wife to the medical center in time for her 10:30 p.m. shift. After driving home, I’d return our children to their beds and resume studying until 2:30 or 3:00 a.m. After a few hours sleep, I was up again at 6 a.m., changing diapers and feeding the children. And after dropping the boys off at our babysitter’s home, I’d pick up my wife at 7 a.m. and drive her home so that she could get eight hours sleep. I was in class at 7:40 a.m., and when I’d completed my morning lecturers, I’d return home to repeat my 14-hour study regimen.

It was our daily routine, and it was brutal. When I entered the university in August 1958, I was 6 feet tall and weighed 153 lb., but when I graduated four years later, in June 1962, I was still 6 ft. tall but weighed only 116 lb. But I have no regrets. During my junior year, I was elected to Chi Epsilon, the Civil Engineering Honor Society; in 2001, I was elected to the Civil Engineering Academy of Distinguished Alumni; and in 2012, I was named an Honorary Knight of St. Patrick, receiving the Missouri Honor Award for Distinguished Service in Engineering.

During my junior and senior years, we had a neighbor with three small children whose husband was serving a long prison sentence. And although she was on the public dole, her in-laws often delivered supplies of freshly-butchered beef and pork from their farm… which she promptly tossed into our neighborhood garbage pails because, as she explained, she didn’t like “that old country meat.” When I returned to the university for my 20th class reunion in 1982, our former landlord reminded me that he and his wife had often seen me rooting through those garbage pails with a flashlight, late at night, digging out food with which to feed my family. It was such a painful experience that I had apparently washed it from my memory.

As we drove away that day, my eldest son said, “Dad! You fed us out of garbage cans?” To which I replied, “Yes, Mark, I did. I did whatever I had to do.”

Those were difficult, character-building years. But now, after more than 50 years of unlimited opportunity and exciting challenge, Barack Obama informs me that I’ve played no role in any of that… that I’ve arrived at this stage of my life because I’ve “won life’s lottery.” I can’t help but wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t purchased that lottery ticket.

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Is Investigative Journalism Dead in Missouri?

Thirty-six days have passed and the findings of any autopsy performed on the body of the late Missouri State Auditor Tom Schweich remain a mystery to the general public. On top of that, members of the St. Louis journalism community appear to have little or no interest in obtaining the autopsy findings. Is investigative journalism dead in Missouri?

Schweich_and_Jackson

To date, I’ve found no evidence that any government agency in the state of Missouri — not the Clayton Police Department whose officers responded to Schweich’s Clayton home after receiving a 911 call, not the St. Louis County Medical Examiner and not the Missouri State Highway Patrol — has released any findings from the Scweich autopsy. Likewise, I’ve found no evidence of any St. Louis-area news organizations expressing much interest in such findings.

Am I An Odd Duck? Maybe.

Maybe I’m an odd duck, but it strikes me that there is a compelling public interest in knowing whether or not Schweich, a hard-hitting state auditor who had recently launched his campaign for governor, actually took his own life at 54 or was assisted in that endeavor. And one would think that journalists in the same state as the University of Missouri School of Journalism, one of the nation’s premier training grounds for journalists, would pursue this subject aggressively. But they’re not.

Am I Callous and Inconsiderate?

Some who read this will accuse me of being callous and inconsiderate by trampling in an area where no one should go. I beg to differ.

For weeks after Schweich’s death, I resisted the urge to go there and decided to let the wheels of justice turn. I was certain the autopsy findings would be released. After all, according to a KOMU-TV report on the day of Schweich’s death, Clayton Police Chief Kevin Murphy said autopsy findings would be made available at 7:30 a.m. the next day. Instead, 30 days passed without any findings being made public, and tragedy struck again.

Sometime between Feb. 27 and Feb. 29, according to published reports like this one, Schweich spokesperson Spence Jackson, 44, allegedly used the same method as Schweich — a single gunshot wound to the head — to take his own life. Unlike Schweich, who some claim was distraught over an alleged “whisper campaign” about his faith, Jackson was reportedly distraught over the prospect of being unemployed again. As a man who’s had many different jobs over his lifetime, including managing back-to-back congressional campaigns, I find neither of the alleged reasons behind the alleged suicides plausible.

Let’s Play “What If?”

What if a certain someone(s) feared Schweich’s team of auditors might uncover evidence of serious wrongdoing? According to the Audits in Progress section of the Missouri State Auditor’s website, Schweich’s auditors were conducting audits on dozens of organizations, including the Missouri Governor’s Office, the Missouri State Lottery Commission, the Missouri Department of Revenue and the Missouri State Highway Patrol’s Use of State Data.

Today, I decided to start doing the job members of the St. Louis-area news media have thusfar failed to do. As Step One, I sent an email message to Clayton, Mo., Police Chief Kevin Murphy at 9:18 a.m. After identifying myself as an author and freelance investigative reporter, I got straight to the point with the man whose officers are in charge of the Schweich investigation:

According to this article, you were quoted as saying autopsy results on the body of the late Missouri State Auditor Tom Schweich would be made available at 7:30 a.m. Friday (Feb. 27, 2015). Were the autopsy results ever released?

If so, I would like to obtain a copy of whatever information your agency released.

If not, why not?

I closed the message by thanking him in advance for his prompt reply. Now, I will give Chief Murphy a few days to get back to me. It is, after all, a holiday weekend.

Be sure to check back often as I will provide updates as they become available.

UPDATE 4/03/2015 at 12:07 p.m. Central:  At 11:59 a.m., I received a reply from Chief Murphy at the Clayton Police Department. He wrote:

Mr. McCarty,

An autopsy was conducted on the morning of the 27th, at 0730.  I didn’t say the results would be available then.  I believe we are waiting on the completed, written, autopsy report.  In any event, only the Medical Examiner’s Office can release an autopsy report.  We are not authorized to make a secondary release of the information.

The autopsy was conducted by the St. Louis County Medical Examiner’s Office.  They can be contacted, as follows:

St Louis County Medical Examiner
Address:  6059 Helen Avenue, St. Louis, MO 63134
Phone:  (314) 615-0800

Sincerely,

Kevin R. Murphy
Chief of Police

Now, my next step will be to call the medical examiner’s office. Stay tuned!

UPDATE #2 4/03/2015 at 12:32 p.m. Central:  Moments ago, I used the CONTACT US tool to send the following request to the media folks at the St. Louis County Medical Examiner’s Office:

In an email this morning, I asked Chief Kevin R. Murphy of the Clayton, MO., Police Department if he could provide me a copy of the autopsy report containing the findings from the autopsy performed on the body of the late Missouri State Auditor Thomas Schweich. In reply, he wrote the following:

“An autopsy was conducted on the morning of the 27th, at 0730.  I didn’t say the results would be available then.  I believe we are waiting on the completed, written, autopsy report.  In any event, only the Medical Examiner’s Office can release an autopsy report.  We are not authorized to make a secondary release of the information. The autopsy was conducted by the St. Louis County Medical Examiner’s Office.”

Now, because of the immense public interest in Mr. Schweich’s death, I would like to request a copy of the report or a summary of the findings of that report.

Please advise ASAP as to whether you will be able to provide the information. Thanks!

Now, again, we wait. Stay tuned for the next update.

UPDATE #3 4/06/2015 at 1:35 p.m. Central:  Read the latest update in a new piece published moments ago.

UPDATE #4 4/6/2015 at 3:57 p.m. Central:  BREAKING NEWS! EXCLUSIVE! Medical Examiner Says Tom Schweich Autopsy ‘Complete’.

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