Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life End over end, neither left, nor the right Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Make me, oh, make me, Lord, more than I am Make a piece in your master game plan Free from the earthly temptation below I've got the will, Lord, if you've got the toe
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life End over end, neither left, nor the right Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Bring on the brothers who've gone on before And all of the sisters who've knocked at your door All the departed, dear loved ones of mine And stick 'em up front in the offensive line
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life End over end, neither left, nor the right Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life End over end, neither left, nor the right Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Yeah, dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life End over end, neither left, nor the right
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Paul Charles Craft
Dropkick Me Jesus lyrics © Screen Gems-emi Music Inc., Black Sheep Music
d.: Well, we’ve looked everywhere, but we can’t find Officer Smythe. This is considered a cold case now, because the TDCJ has closed it. Since The Kennel’s task force, Cal.E. and her kittens and I can’t find him, I called the sheriff’s department. They’ve allowed us to use the detective who has the reputation as the best in the world at finding missing persons and solving cold cases…
C.: I thought Buddy Ebson was dead.
d.: Not Barnaby Jones, Cal.E., detective James David Magruder. He's the detective I've been writing about in my series called THE MAGRUDERMYSTERIES. I’ll call Jay and see what he’s found out. “Jay, have you found the fugitive from justice yet?”
Magruder.: A long time ago, d.c. Y’all didn’t think to check the hospitals and the morgue…
d.: He’s dead?
M.: No, he was doing some research at the morgue. There's a mysterious corpse there, and no one knows what his cause of death is. I suspect he was killed with Murder 8, but I’m not sure. The tox screen didn’t detect any fentanyl in his system, but some criminals are clever. It can’t be traced if he laced the person’s cigarettes or something else with a minute amount of fentanyl divided up over three days … Anyway, Smythe has been working undercover for the government since returning from Afghanistan…
d.: I thought he was never deployed.
M.: That’s what he and the government want you to think. He was a Marine MARSOC, so he couldn’t let anyone know what he was doing or who he really was. He used an assumed name while he was deployed as a special forces soldier. He was blown up while he was deployed, but he survived. He lost part of his left arm and almost lost his right leg in the explosion, but the surgeons put him back together.
Smythe isn’t a criminal. He’s been working undercover for the CIA. That’s why he misses so much work. He got busted down to C.O. on purpose, because he knew that a dangerous international criminal would be put in custody in Texas, and he wanted to make sure that he didn’t harm anyone. This man is considered to be the number six criminal on the FBI and CIA’s most wanted list, and he’s at your facility.
d.: At a pre-release facility?
M.: Yes, this man has connections to people in high (and low) places. That’s how he got put into your kennel. He’s about to be released, and that would be a disaster. Smythe has orders to follow him until he catches him committing a crime, and then execute him with extreme prejudice. He can do this if the man so much as shoplifts something.
Smythe was at the morgue to make sure that the corpse wasn’t the man he was looking for. He hasn’t been able to ascertain who the man is, because he’s been living under an assumed name for thirty-nine years. Smythe and I need your help to find him, d.c.
d.: What can I do?
M.: Collect DNA on all your patience. It can be as simple as swabbing your stethoscope after you listen to someone’s heart and lungs. Do that with all of your patients, and we may find this master criminal. Just send the DNA to me, and I’ll take care of the rest.
d.: Cal.E. could help you by gathering debris from the inmates’ cells and turning that in to you as well.
M.: Yes, that would be helpful. However, always remember to be discreet. Don’t let on that you’re collecting their DNA, because that may make the wrong person suspicious. That could cost you your life, and me my investigation. Don’t get drop kicked through the uprights of life, d.c.
d.: Well, it looks as if I have some work to do, so I’ll need to end this blog for today. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
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