Arrested Development
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When a trio of disk jerkies for Denver radio station KBPI-FM cooked up a stunt while on the air that involved leading several hundred four-wheelin' fans in trespassing on a private, posted mountain meadow near Nederland, the resulting Mudfest churned the site into an ugly quagmire and churned up the kind of ugly notoriety that terminally adolescent rock jockery hates about as much as a wet T-shirt contest.

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The resulting brouhaha exceeded (by orders of magnitude) earlier attempts at public outrage by the Bad Radio Boys that involved stunts with live chickens. And the deadpan lameness of the excuses offered by the culprits ("We thought it was public land!") and their employers ("We didn't hear about it." —guess they were listening to KBCO) only further fanned the indignation of Boulderians. The Bad Radio Boys appeared headed for a spanking. But in Judge Morris Sanstead's courtroom, charges of felony criminal mischief, defacing property, conspiracy, etc., melted into 6 months deferred, 6 months probation, and some community service. Harsh, dude! Even the Clark Kentishly mild-mannered Daily Camera called it "Justice lite." The Boys are relieved and grateful, Judge.

By the awful power vested in Mondo Boulder: Raise your right hand, Judge Sanstead, say "Shazam!", spin three times around the court of public opinion and look in the mirror! You're legally a Dilly!

More Dillies!

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