Had to pull SFS. There was a conflict I was unaware of and in order to not hurt anybodies feelings I have removed it. I would like to say I had no idea that it was a conflict. I will try and do a different one tomorrow.
Good night everybody.
Had to pull SFS. There was a conflict I was unaware of and in order to not hurt anybodies feelings I have removed it. I would like to say I had no idea that it was a conflict. I will try and do a different one tomorrow.
Good night everybody.
Hai everybody. Tis me, your missing Dean of Fuckery/Law Professor/Queen of the region of mean/resident sarcasm expert. I just wanted to drop a quick note and thank from the bottom of my cold dead heart Blue, Mama, and Renae for holding the fort while I was gone as well as thanking Schaeffer for the brilliant and insightful guest blog spots. I hope to see many more of them.
A huge and heartfelt thank you to Blue for taking care of the kingdom and to Mama and Renae for the incomparable wit and grace holding things together in my absence. Regularly scheduled programming returns tomorrow and I hope to see all of you here.
As always, guest blogs are welcomed and encouraged.
Schaeffer: Your guest spots were absolutely wonderful and I sincerely mean it when I say I hope to see many more guest spots from you. Thank you so much for picking up the slack for me. I truly appreciate the time and effort you put into you writing.
See you all tomorrow for Sick Fuck Saturday….it’s a surprise.
RBMD peacing the fuck out.
Who are the other two women sharing your fate?
Let’s start with introducing Wendi Andriano. Andriano and her husband managed the San Riva Apartments in Ahwatukee. Her husband was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Andriano was tired of caring for him, so she poisoned him. When that wasn’t working fast enough, she stabbed him and beat him to death with a bar stool.
Juan Martinez, the same man who is now trying to put you on death row, went after Wendi in 2004. I’m sure you will both have a lot to talk about!
Next is Shawna Forde. She and her vigilante group burst into a home in southern Arizona, hoping to steal drug money to fund their anti-illegal immigrant activities. But there was no drug money, and she and her accomplices shot and killed a man and his 9-year-old daughter. Shawna has been on Death a Row since 2011.
If you receive death, you three women, all found guilty of terrible crimes, will all be awaiting your final punishment. All three of you will be in various stages of appealing your cases, but, honestly, Jodi, I wouldn’t give any of you a snowballs chance in hell of ever being released. In fact, I wouldn’t give you much chance of gaining your “freedom” by being put to death, either! The last woman executed in Arizona was Eva Dugan back in 1930. poor thing, when she was hanged, the hangman made a mistake, and she was actually decapitated by the noose when she dropped through the trap door. Pity.
Other Useful information
Inmates are fed 19 meals a week, three meals a day Monday through Friday and only two meals a day on the weekend. Death row and maximum security inmates eat all of their meals in their cells. There is no cafeteria-style setting.
Inmates on death row in Arizona have access to recreation three times a week for periods of two hours at a time. So if you are given the death penalty, you will get a total of six hours per week outside your cell. Just so you are aware, the outdoor recreation areas are pretty small — not much bigger than the cells — and you will spend this time alone. But on non-recreation days, inmates are limited to their cell and could spend up to 24 hours at a time in there. Other privileges allowed to prisoners are pretty basic:
Inmates are allowed to shower three times a week. Showers are next to the cells and inmates usually shower after their recreation periods. Inmates shower alone.
Contact with outside
Maximum security inmates get one 15-minute phone call per week and calls are made from the cell with a phone that is brought to the inmate. But all inmates are allowed to send and receive mail. All inmates are limited to one non-contact, two-hour visit per week, during which the inmate can only speak to the visitor through glass.
List of Things Not to Bring (or Won’t Ever Have)
Sent from Out in Left Field
Does anyone know how to get in touch with Nurmi? I have written his closing argument. (Since he has adopted an “I want to be like Juan” posture, he will refer to himself in the third person.)
Ladies and gentleman of the jury, it appears the State of Arizona, and especially that meanie Juan Martinez, want The Whore of Babble On and On and On (WOBO) to pay for the brutal murder of Travis Alexander, and this is wholly unacceptable. After all, she only did “one bad thing.” How bad can one thing be? The world has always been against this poor woman, and despite her unshakable belief in her own intelligence and her own magnificent specialness, she struggles with many common concepts, such as responsibility, accountability, rules, and most especially, the truth.
Even though she struggles with the concepts of responsibility, accountability, rules, and most especially, the truth, she does have an encyclopaedic knowledge of fucking, and in fact, considers it her most charming quality and marketable skill. She wholeheartedly believes it, and it alone, should serve as a life-sparing mitigating factor in your deliberations. Allow me to explain.
Testimony from the defendant and several paid witnesses has clearly established she has only a passing acquaintance with the concepts of responsibility, accountability, rules, and most especially, the truth. She has never had or done anything valuable or worthwhile in her entire life. She has never had a career, only jobs any 16 year old could get, with employers who fired her for stealing from them or for not showing up — which, by the way, are completely persecutorial and unjustifiable actions. She claims to have been an artist, a photographer, and a victim of domestic violence. However, it has become evident what she really means is she had a box of crayons and some tracing paper, the ability to scrawl an eight letter word (which she didn’t understand, but hey, she spelled it correctly) on a plain white t-shirt, a cell phone, and a propensity for taking selfies of herself fucking.
Hell, because she struggles so with the concepts of responsibility, accountability, rules, and most especially, the truth, she couldn’t even join a religion correctly. She unwisely chose to convert to one of the most restrictive Western religions, while living in a city which is a stronghold of that faith. Despite several instructional meetings with missionaries from The LDS Church, and constantly toting around and pretending to study both The Book of Mormon and The Bible, her interpretation of Church doctrine was, “fuck the brains out of a devout member, stalk, blackmail, and terrorize him, no need to bother with pesky things like the basic tenets of Mormonism or the ever popular 10 Commandments.” Despite the fact that The Book of Mormon is excruciatingly clear on its foundational tenets, especially something called The Vow of Chastity — which anyone can tell by its use of the word “vow” is merely a general idea, open to individual interpretation — this poor woman thought it meant, “these are just a few suggestions, but they don’t apply to ‘special’ people, so if you are indeed ‘special’ do whatever the fuck you want.” See how she can work “fucking” into anything? That is talent. Surely you can see that her lifelong struggle with the concepts of responsibility, accountability, rules, and most especially, the truth, struggles which also manifested themselves in her interpretation of what makes an artist, a photographer, and a victim, carried over into her interpretation of religious doctrine, doctrine which has stood for centuries and which is abundantly clear to anyone else, just not to her.
While she has had a lifelong struggle with the concepts of responsibility, accountability, rules, and most especially, the truth, WOBO has had one concept which she has clearly understood, and, with the exception of the tough spot in which she now finds herself, has stood her in good stead: she is a hell of a fuck. She has always been able to fuck herself into and out of any situation. However, she has now finally come upon a situation she cannot fuck her way out of, and it is just not fair. Since she was able to fuck her way into Travis Alexander’s life, she should be able to fuck her way out of the consequences for murdering him. Since the defendant has never accepted responsibility for anything she has ever done, it is unfair to make her start off with such a big thing. Maybe, just maybe (but probably not), if she had any previous experience accepting responsibility for some small things, she could have worked her way up to accepting responsibility for first degree premeditated murder, with the death penalty as a very real option, but she hasn’t, so cut her some slack! It has been her only currency in life, and now she is just supposed to come up with a new way to pay for her actions? Like with her life? Come on! Surely you can see her ability to fuck is a mitigating factor!
On top of everything else, even though the defendant has always been able to fuck her way into and out of any situation, that strategy is just not working, especially with her lead counsel, and she is about at her wit’s end. Her lead attorney has steadfastly refused to fuck her. He will not fuck her with penile-vaginal penetration, penile-anal penetration, or even a quick blow job. (To be fair, though, she couldn’t have found his dick with a 10 foot pole– no pun intended– well, maybe intended just a little bit — during the first eight years of their association.) Since being arrested, she has successfully seduced her second chair counsel, her mitigation specialist, all the experts the defense has paraded her in front of, many inmates at the Estrella jail, and several members of the public, but it is just not working with her lead counsel. She has been relentless in her efforts to manipulate him into any kind of sex, because she has no other coping skills (unless you count cold blooded murder). He loves to talk dirty, which the defendant initially took as a good sign, but he just won’t give it up. He refuses to fuck her, and for some unfathomable reason, the court refuses to accept that as a reasonable excuse to get him replaced with a more susceptible and willing-to-fuck new lead counsel, no matter how many times they have both petitioned for it. However, since he really does love to talk dirty, repeatedly and wildly inappropriately, making it seem like it is a real issue even though nothing could be further from the truth, he did agree to proceed with a defense strategy based on the twin pillars of “fucking for fun and profit,” and “the son of a bitch had it coming because he would fuck me but he wouldn’t marry me, he wouldn’t even acknowledge I had been his girlfriend for a very brief time more than a year ago, and that is really chapping my ass all these years later, because damnit, I wrote in my diary I loved him over and over again!”
And of course, the prosecutor is completely contemptuous of the defendant. He would not fall under her spell when she testified, he keeps tripping up her defense experts when they lie, he exposed her forged letter gambit before it ever really got off the ground, he obliterated her “perjury by affidavit” scam, and he refuses to bend the rules for the defendant, apparently because he just does not appreciate her magnificent specialness. He keeps insisting she should not only accept responsibility for her crime, but pay for it, too. It is flat out unreasonable and just downright mean to make her start off with such a big thing. Jeez! Come on Mr. Martinez, give her a break!
So in closing, let’s just review the life of the defendant. She has had a lifelong struggle with the concepts of responsibility, accountability, rules, and most especially, the truth. (Given her interpretation of the words victim and survivor, maybe she has trouble with the English language, also. What the heck, just throw that in when you start deliberations.) She is an inveterate liar, a master manipulator, irresponsible, juvenile, and a bitch, but she is one hell of a fuck. While all these skills proved extremely successful in the outside world, and might in fact be beneficial in prison, too, how will she be able to maximize her potential if she is on death row? To date, she has not had a great deal of luck with the men and women of the Arizona Department of Corrections. They have insisted, quite unreasonably, that she has to follow the same rules and regulations as everyone else, that she is forbidden from smuggling contraband in and out of the jail, and they will probably be even more hard assed about things in Perryville, especially if she is on death row.
I ask you, ladies and gentleman of the jury, is it fair to execute a special someone with a long history of struggling with the concepts of responsibility, accountability, rules, and most especially, the truth? She only did “one bad thing.” As you can tell, as you no doubt picked up on during this trial, WOBO and all her sycophants believe strongly that if you just say something over and over, it makes it true. So just keep saying to yourselves, “She is magnificent. She is special. She is magnificently special. And boy can she fuck!”
1) During visiting, inmates shall dress in accordance with Rule 33-602.101, F.A.C. Permanent inmates assigned to reception centers may wear a white shirt and white trousers during visitation. Inmates at work release centers whose work assignments are at the center may wear white shirts and white trousers during visitation.
(2) Inmates shall be strip-searched before and after visiting. Staff will conduct searches in accordance with Rule 33-602.204, F.A.C.
(3) Inmates shall not visit with anyone other than their authorized visitors.
(4) The inmate shall not pass items to another inmate or to a visitor or accept items from another inmate or a visitor except as specified in Rule 33-601.727, F.A.C.
(5) Inmates shall not be loud, boisterous, threatening, or disorderly during a visit or while in the visiting area.
(6) Inmates may briefly embrace and kiss each visitor once at the beginning and end of each visit.
(a) Inmates may hold their small children or the children of their visitors.
(b) Inmates and their visitors may hold hands if the holding of hands can be observed by visiting park staff. However, the holding of hands in either the visitor’s or inmate’s lap is prohibited.
(c) No other forms of affection or physical contact between inmates and visitors are authorized.
Sent from Out in Left Field
Sorry everybody, this sicks got the best of me. I’m fine. Just feel sick. I will go read the comments I have missed and be back in a bit. Don’t forget we are supposed to have trial tomorrow.
Sorry I scared everyone. I’m going to hook BWR up with my neighbor so if something like this occurs again they can let you Know.
Hai everybody. Sorry, I’m really tired, so I’m taking the day off. I will of course be kicking around if anybody needs me once I get back from my world wide tour of the internet, I have to move that plane again, take my train track pc walk, head over to Calgary and feed my reindeer.
I have homework. Check out Dalia Dippolito, she got granted a new trial (because the justice system in Florida is truly, truly fucked up.) I’m trying to find out when her new trial starts. We could have some fun with this one.
Holmes also. Those are the two I am seriously debating right now, and maybe Broderick. Let me know.
I will see you guys tomorrow.
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I still do not have a definitive answer to the denial of the supreme court thing and since Skyping Arizona was obviously sarcasm I’m going with it was denied since that seems to be on most feeds.
Hai everybody. Hope you all had a perfectly lovely day. I apologize for not being around much today, I was much to busy being every single person on the internet. The global village is a lie, it’s all just me on 7 Billion different computers. To all the Russians out there, sorry my Russian is a little rusty, I’ll try and bone up so you think you are really talking to your friend Boris next time.
EDIT: I have now read from Paul what actually happened and it is as many of you thought, much ado about nothing. Mikal swore to Paul she was just singing about somewhere they were going to eat. I sing for no reason sometimes so that is entirely plausible. So to Mikal I’m sorry I even said that you allegedly may have done this. You seem like a fairly nice woman and I probably should have just asked. You have my sincere apologies.
So court started today with it’s regularly scheduled sidebar. I wonder if her calendar actually says, bring in Jury, sidebar, seat whoever is testifying, listing to Alfred E. Asshat whine about whatever, sidebar, start proceedings.
Detective Brown was sworn in, NOT Detective Smith who we were expecting because Alfred E. Isadick is still having kittens about him testifying at all. Anyway Detective Brown was a member of the Mesa PD from 2003 to 2014 and assigned to computer forensics. He is a computer forensics specialist certified. He took Travis’ harddrive on November 11 2014 and he became involved because of the alleged porn sites. The pitbull was in fine form and asked Brown about how many porn sites were involved and Jenny, who was most definitely out of weed and not happy about it deployed the objectomatic 3000 and a sidebar ensued.
Back from the sidebar Brown read the list of porn sites found on the computer. He conducted an experiment. He cleaned the hard drive, wiped and zeroed it out. He then installed spybot the same version that Travis had. He also added the same Operating system. He found every single one of the porn sites after installing Spybot search and destroy. The program lists the sites it’s looking out for. Kind of like inoculating the computer. Juan asked if any of the sites were manually accessed and Jenny was shrieking objection loud enough to be heard in Japan before he even finished the question. And of course we have a sidebar. Is this the new normal? Can’t anybody just object and be denied or sustained anymore.
Brown said he found thousands of malicious sites, not just the thirteen that the defense alleged that Travis looked at. Detective Brown next discussed the N-Case forensic copy of the hard drive and he can wipe a hard drive with it. Detective Brown looked for child porn for 3 straight days and he didn’t find any, zero, none, nada, zip in the child porn department. He did find 4 adult pornographic thumbnail images. OMG hang on, a thirty year old man looked at porn. Someone get the smelling salts I think I feel faint. Sometimes Judge Stephens called recess and ChaCha and Stabby went and fought over the swings.
Back from recess Jenny is up on cross and she is still pissed about the whole weed thing obviously. She begins to ask Detective Brown about when he made the copy of the hard drive and Stabby is so enthralled she is doodling horns onto Nurmi’s head. Jenny says that Melendez never found the images he found and Brown speaks slowly so maybe Jenny will understand that programs have improved and something that may not have been found five years ago now can be found. Jenny wants to know if the photographs he found were porn. Brown says two were. Adult porn. There is no earth shattering evidence being brought to light and everybody is bored. Jenny brings up some porn dating site that Travis apparently visited. Once again a man interested in porn. Someone catch me. Jenny wants to introduce pictures from the site, Juan strenuously objects and I think Alfred E. might be playing pocket pool at the very idea. Jenny gets shut down and pouts for a minute. We are still talking about porn. Porn porn porn porn porn. Corn, horn, forlorn, born, worn, reborn, torn, born, suborn, adjourn…..
Juan is back up and we have an immediate sidebar. Because of course we do.
Juan asked how often Travis visited porn sites. Detective Brown very definitively answered one time. Juan then asked if there were any porn movies found on the hard drive. Brown answered that no there were not.
We had one Juror Question only
Can spybot search and destroy software add to the computer registry. Answer: No, internet explorer needs history in a different part of the registry.
Noon Recess is called so that Alfred E. Imabitch can whine his way through a motion to preclude Detective Smith. Smith is in the courtroom waiting to see if he is going to be testifying and for whatever reason Jenny wants him ejected. Maybe he knows where to get some weed? Jenny says that the fact that there is no report from him is a problem and just scrolled through the computer and did an interview and she can’t just take his word for it. Juan argues back at the defense idiots as to why Smith should be allowed to testify. Smiths boss took him off of everything so that he could speed up his report. Juan reminds sometimes Judge Stephens that this is a motion for reconsideration of the original motion to preclude which was denied. It was re-denied. The next order of business on the all whine all the time train was the ChaCha incident. Now, if what has been said is true (and it rings true I have to say) then what a bunch of hypocrites the fans of Juan Martinez are. Juan is Hispanic in case none of them noticed. So is Cha Cha. To make fun of one because of their ethnicity is to make fun of the other. Is this really that hard to figure out? Alfred E. wants Mikal and 3 others removed from the courtroom, sometimes Judge Stephens says since she didn’t see it she cannot just boot them without a hearing. Nurmi wants a hearing. Sometimes Judge Stephens says she is not making the jury wait any longer but there is going to be a hearing on this at some point trust me. Even the Judge said she was not amused.
Finally Perry Smith is sworn in. Juan asked about the computer being turned on between 10 and 11 on June 19th while in police custody as the fucktards of the apocalypse have implied and he corrects Juan and says no it was last opened at 4:10. Jenny is immediately up and bitching about the report she doesn’t have that will say exactly the same thing he just said on the stand. Smith says that the computer was in defense custody when it was turned on. Juan points out that the defense has interviewed Smith three times to which Jenny objects because of course she does.
The bombshell of the day came when Juan let the defense know that Lonnie Dworkin (of the defense) would be testifying for the prosecution tomorrow. AND THE FOUR IDIOTS OF THE APOCALYPSE COMPLETELY LOST THEIR SHIT. Nurmi is calling it unethical, not on Juans part, on dworkins, and saying his testimony should be precluded. Juan is in such a good mood he ever offered the defense a copy of the questions he planned to ask him. I would call this check and mate I believe. Nurmi, after phoning in an order for one of everything at taco bell for pick up tells the Judge he isn’t going to have a witness ready until the 18th and proceeded to blame everyone from the prosecution to his witnesses to the Judge herself. Sometimes Judges Stephens was not the one today however and told Numnuts he better have a witness on the stand on the 17th mmmmmkay. Bitch wasn’t playing either. She wants this damn trial done, just like everyone else on the planet.
That is it for tonight. Special thanks to Mama for holding down the fort today.
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There are now conflicting reports on whether the secret testimony motion with the supreme court will be reviewed. I will post as soon as I find out for sure. I am going to have to Skype Arizona to do that so stay tuned till I get an answer.
Examine this – Juan Martinez
Hai everybody. Welcome to yet another thrilling edition of the trial that just refuses to end.
Sometimes Judge Stephens wasn’t playing today and had two vets on stand-by just in case, as well as a couple of chew toys and full attack suits for the defense.
Of course court couldn’t start without a motion for mistrial for something. This one seemed to be regarding Geffner. Oral arguments are set for the 17th. Alfred E. Fuckhead doesn’t want oral arguments but Sometimes Judge Stephens said tough tittie she will wait for the State’s reponse and will hold oral arguments.
The luminous Dr. DeMarte is back on the stand and Alfred E. is still crossing her. Basically blah blah blah your are a toddler, blah blah blah, a bunch of stuff about being a student and not having experience as a doctor. He is really hammering home about her young age and what he terms lack of experience but the jury isn’t feeling it. Dr. DeMarte definitely knows her shit. Nurmi is so mad he is almost forming spit bubbles but Dr.DeMarte maintains her composure much to her credit. She said she is able to say she has 8 years of experience because she was seeing patients and this is a standard practice.
Nurmi continues to scream, as in scream that you can’t say you have that experience of you were not licensed. DeMarte does not have a shit to give about anything that Alfred E. Isadick has to say and remains cool under fire. Sometimes Judge Stephens motioned for the vet to hold his fire in hopes that Nurmi would get himself under control.
Nurmi then said that Dr.(so not a doctor) Geffner had to explain some rule for Dr. DeMarte. Juan is up and objecting and a dart was successfully deployed. Apparently not taking any chances with a raging loose pitbull in the courtroom. Nurmi said that Geffner gave Dr. Demarte an admonishment not to release questions for tests because she had done it in the past. Dr. DeMarte says that is not correct. Nurmi gets transcripts from the guilt phase. Oh the little bastard is trying to impeach Dr. DeMarte. Juan immediately objects and we have an approach. Nurmi tries again and Juan rips the head off of his chew toy and now we have a sidebar.
Well, that didn’t work out to well for the great and powerful Alfred. E so now he is telling the jury that Dr. DeMarte has a habit of breaking the rules. Dr. DeMarte shoots back that Nurmi doesn’t understand the rules and I peed a little. Juan is objecting so much that Flores has moved the muzzle to closer proximity and also the catch pole is within easy reach.
This went on for about another thousand hours before Nurmi finally gave it up.
We have finally, mercifully (thank you baby jesus) moved on to something actually having to do with the fucking trial. Nurmi say something about the validity scales saying a test was valid. I have no clue what test. He asked Dr. DeMarte when she became a guru on these matters. (I’m totally serious, an actual trial lawyer actually said that). Dr. DeMarte asked if that was a question.
We will now be going into the masturbation part of the program again, so I will give you all a moment to dig out your Pretoria puke buckets. Nurmi taks about the journals and used it as evidence that Stabby did not see Travis masturbating. (I feel dirty every single time I have to type that just so you all know). DeMarte said that Stabby not writing about it in her journal implies that the incident never happened. Alfred E. Pervert asked if it was subjective data that Travis knew what a 12 year old girls orgasm sounded like. (you know what, I’m just going to interject here for a minute. Now, I personally did not find out what a personal orgasm sounded like till I was waaaay older than 12, but a lot of people that I knew when I was younger did and they found it out with 12 and 13 year old boys, why in the name of god is this a thing? Why?) Anyway, DeMarte said that was not objective data. Nurmi finally shut the fuck up and sat back down in his chair to recline while Juan went back up.
Everyone looked a little concerned as the pitbull began his trademark pace. Foam dripped from his muzzle and his face was in a half snarl. Of course as soon as everyone had been herded into their places we had a sidebar and everybody had to leave the courtroom again.
And now the Judge called a recess. Nobody seems to know for how long. Probably long enough to find some stronger drugs for Juan.
After another sidebar, people in, people out, a very concerned looking defense team, the jury has been herded back in and Juan is back up. Juan wants to know about Dr. DeMartes ethical obligations. She replies that her ethical obligations are that the tests do not get replicated. What are your ethical obligations on psychological tests? She said that she had to maintain the test security.
Juan wants to know if mental illness is just a label to which the stunning Dr. DeMarte says yes. So, does Stabby know right from wrong? Yes she does. Nurmi is objecting like rocky road icecream has been discontinued but he is getting overruled at every single turn.
Once again it is brought up that DeMarte diagnosed Stabby with BPD and depression and adjustment disorder. Basically we are going over DeMartes entire Psychological report again and I’m sick of writing about it so blah blah blah psych stuff, blah blah blah Borderline personality disorder.
Juan wants to know how many times DeMarte used the term mental illness in her report. She thinks two or three times. And another sidebar. Seems like every other question is a sidebar. Juan asked if any prison inmate had trouble adjusting would that mean that they all suffer mental illness. DeMarte says yes and for the first time I disagree with Dr. DeMarte.
Juan asks if Stabby was described as being clingy and jealous and Dr. DeMarte said yes. Wasn’t Stabby found hiding under Travis’s Christmas tree? Yes.
Juan gets Dr. DeMarte to read an email that Stabby sent to Travis after he was already dead. Now another email after he was dead asking if he was going to deposit the check. Another email where she says she and Travis will see the sites in Oregon and she will be visiting him.
Nurmi objects hard to what is coming in next, the journal entries after Travis was killed but the judge was all Bye Felicia and let them in. Journal entry from July 9 2008, it talks about Ryan Burns. Jodi writes lies to herself in her journal She is afraid people will thing she killed Travis even though she totally didn’t and wasn’t even there and the ninjas did it. OMG the fucking bullshit in this journal. Please let it be lunchtime soon. YAY!! LUNCHTIME.
Back from lunch Juan had just a couple more questions regarding DV. DeMarte said in her opinion that Stabby is not a victim of domestic violence. She also said Stabby knew right from wrong and did not suffer from PTSD.
And finally the jury questions.
1. In your assessment was Stabby mentally ill before the murder. DeMarte said she doesn’t believe Stabby truly had BPD
2.What are the specifics about Geffners tests and errors? Dr.DeMarte any psychologist could pick up on his errors.
3. Juror wants to know about DeMarte’s experience treating domestic violence and sexual abuse. She refers back to her training.
4. Did DeMarte treat patients with or without supervision in 04? DeMarte says that she saw patients without someone in the room but met with supervisor weekly.
There were more but they were mostly along the same line which leads me to believe that the jury might be buying into this mentally ill shit but that’s me.
The some very weird things started happening in court. Sometimes Judge Stephens called all the lawyers to the bench. Then each juror was called privately into chambers. There will be no trial tomorrow. They are to return Wednesday at 9:30am.
that was just weird and nobody looks happy. Not the prosecution, not the Alexander family, not the defense, NOBODY.
So that is it for tonight. I’m tired and this is longer than it should have probably been.
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