A woman accused a man of sexual crime, the various events take their course – her testimony, his denial, she shy of the press, he embraced them, the debate of observers – oh wait, she was lying, serpent tongued. 

His response is like a tough concrete wall. Bounced right off.

Media on his side didn’t feel a high enough rampart. Funny how the lie detector test he volunteered for just happened not to happen.

The moment came when he felt end it all. Ravaged soul, he began to be not himself. For instance when did cigarettes come in? Depression at work eroding the wall.

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The man just happened to be an official investigating the government, in hindsight before the accusation, had a car speed past and crazy close to him in the street and next, knock on the door, no answer. As he came close, a loud bang and gunshot, later a hole in it.

Don’t let all the above tempt suspicion, a camera captures him with the woman compromisingly - in truth the hounding media latched on to a scene that excluded some footage showing nothing sinister.

All was not in the dump, story has a reporter close to the official giving support, ‘Not all media are bastards,’ they say. An angel that didn’t abandon God like the fallen rest. They see the gradual detrition of a ravaged psyche and genuinely try to keep their spirits up. This reporter could see the whole circus for what it was.

Jackal media on the right, suspicious threats on the left, choosing to give up on everything, ends it all. In the end the accuser went uncharged, the government uninvestigated and he no longer alive.