Hai my lovelies. Let us get back to the philandering, misogynistic, reprehensible human type hominid, piece of shit known as Jeffrey MacDonald
What can I say, it seemed appropriate, although on a side note, I own a shirt that says surely not EVERYBODY was kung fu fighting. I believe that is probably correct.
So, where were we? Oh yeah boxing trip to Russia that never existed. Anyway I’m gonna guess that is the proverbial straw although it could have been anything. Maybe mama got tired of having two baby kids and one grown kid to fetch and carry for every single day, maybe she knew he was fucking anything that would stand still long enough for him to get his penis into, maybe she was pissed at his spending habits, maybe she was sick of being over ridden on every single nit picky thing. Maybe all of them, but the experts all agree on one thing. Colette likely landed the first blow in this battle royale. He was brought into the ER with an abrasion on his temple which was surmised during the recreation of the crime scene to have probably come from a hair brush. Bad choice of weapon. So, now that superman I can do what I want when I want make us some drinks, i’m inviting the neighbours over, I have to go to Russia fuckface has been challenged and that my friends did not go over well in his psychotic and likely high on a wack of speed little brain. (he was not tested for speed but joe McGuiness found some notes about it when going through macdonalds stuff, about how long it would take to metabolize and clear the bloodstream. Anyway Jeffy Macfuckface came back with a piece of lumber which happened to be handy and rang Colette’s bell with it. She bled profusely onto macdonalds pajama top before she grabbed the pocket and ripped it off. remember that it will be on the test.
Kimmie, hearing the commotion came into mommy and daddys room and caught one in the head as MacDonald hauled up for another whack at Colette. Kimmies skull was severely fractured and her cast off was found on the wall and in large quantities on the floor in the master bedroom. About this time MacFuckface figured out he was well and truly fucked. Pretty hard to explain you were just mad so you tried to beat your wife to death with a piece of timber. He picked up Kimmie, put her back in her room and tucked her in, along with about of a dozen of the threads from his pyjama top that he supposedly did not have on according to the story he told later. That was when he remembered good old burning in hell right now Charlie Manson and decided he better make some shit up. the hippies did it seemed plausible so he went with that. Now he was going to need an epic struggle with multiple assailants so he was going to need multiple weapons. an old hickory knife and an icepick along with the club. Colette had come to by this point and on instinct she tried to protect her cubs. Machurryupanddiealready beat his soon to be dead wife furiously with the club as she lay across her child trying to protect her. She likely died in that room. Her blood spatter, brain matter and cast off were all found in the childs room. He wrapped her up in some bedding and carried her very pregnant body back to the master, threw his pyjama top over her and then proceeded to icepick her 14 times. Kimmie who was already dead from the crushed skull was attacked with the knife as well, and then the monster, this…thing went into his living baby child’s room, lay her across his lap and stabbed her to death. She knew who killed her. The daddy she loved so very much was the one inflicting all the pain she suffered before she died. Had he been even slightly human he would have hit her femoral artery first, let her bleed out and then stabbed her after. Much more humane. At least in my opinion. I mean he was a doctor, there are ways to do things and it still could look like the hippies did it. Anyway, now he needed to stage a crime scene in the living room where he was supposedly attacked. Jeffrey Macdonald is an idiot. If you are staging a crime scene where a life and death struggle is supposedly taking place you fucking throw yourself around the room, you don’t just flip over a coffee table and prop it up with a copy of esquire prominently displayed with the articles about Mansons hippies in it. Of course the neighbours might have become alarmed and we couldn’t have that.
Next Dr. Not a Doctor anymore fucker went into the bathroom, grabbed a scalpel which it has been surmised he hid under a floorboard and poked a hole between a couple of ribs. Sadly he went to deep and nicked his lung and ended up with a pneumothorax for his trouble although it didn’t really go sideways till he was all tucked in at the hospital where in the immortal words of Freddy Kasaab, Colette’s step father “what wounds, he didn’t even have mecurachrome on him when we saw him” True story.
He then staggered (barf) to a phone and begged for help(double barf). The MPS and ems showed up and totally fucked up the crime scene which is what made this trial drag on until the second coming of Christ.
Tomorrow, what happened at the hospital and how many fucking trials can one person possibly have.
RBMD peacing the fuck out.