The drumbeat against K2 exploded three days ago, and yet there
in the BP gas stations's entrance, was a 31-flavor display.
 Right in the heart of Livonia. It's the first thing to catch
your eye. A case full of the phony potpourri.  The charade was
never more evident.  The drug was surrounded by pipes and bongs
of all shapes and sizes.  With a name like "Killer Zombie" it's
clearly not something mom is going to ask you to pick up to
grace the powder room for visitors.  The display couldn't have
been more brazen or more eye-catching for the kids who are
smoking this junk. We took some surreptitious video of the
showcase, with intentions of returning early this morning to
challenge the owner.   The poisonous consequences of this poorly
classified "synthetic marijuana" have been known for two years
or more.  But following the Cipriano murders and the vivid
illustration of how violent K-2's users can become, how could
anyone with a shred of conscience still market this in our
community?  Sure, the neighborhood spi