My lovelies your dean of fuckery, doctor of doctoring, writer of amicus briefs that Macdonald should probably utilize, pretend judge, horse whisperer, author of the big book of words and all around sarcasm expert is baaaaack.
Sorry, I had to go through a literal fuckton of paperwork to find some stuff yesterday.
So quick recap. Everybody dies except the green beret. The hippies did it except they didn’t. The cid really, really fucks up the investigation. An Article 32 is convened. Bernie Segal is hired. He was Jeffy’s idiot lawyer. Article 32 concludes there is not enough evidence to proceed to court martial but refuses to state he is innocent either which really, burns his ass.
He decided California is the place to be now and starts working in a hospital there. He purchases a masaratti and a yacht. While purchasing said yacht he meets (get the puke buckets) the most sensual woman he has ever seen in his life and fucking their brains out takes up a large portion of their time.
While Jeffy is getting his shit together in California, Freddy has finally gotten hold of the article 32 transcripts, gone through them, gone to Fort Bragg, reviewed the evidence and is now fully convinced that his son in law, whom he had truly loved had slaughtered his family. He told the CID he would not rest until good ole the hippies did it Jeffy paid for what he did.
Jeffrey had gotten wind that his most fervent supporter had suddenly done a 180 and he was a little concerned. He called Freddy, who unbeknownst to Macdon’tyoueverfeeleveralittlebitbad was recording their conversations and said, one down three to go alluding that he and some of his strangle them with piano wire ilk had killed one of the intruders. It was of course just more bullshit in an attempt to get Freddy to back off. He may as well have waved a cape in Freddy’s face.
So where was I. Oh yeah, Victor Worheide. You are going to be hearing a lot of new names in this segment but these two, Victor Worheide and Brian Murtagh are going to be the most important other than Freddy. I am trying to get hold of Brian Murtagh who works for the department of justice, I will let you know if I succeed. I have been transferred to a hundred different people in the department of justice and you can seriously hear the eye roll as soon as you say MacDonald. I’ve left a message for Brian who is indeed still alive and was very kind to a kid about 30 years ago when I called with a question, and I’m also after a special guest I won’t mention on here because as we all know he is invisible anyway.
Okay, so Brian Murtagh who was the lead on the Lockerbie bombing case by the way (which is a huge big deal) decided to make it his mission much like Freddy to bring whoever did this to justice. He meticulously gathered evidence, went over transcripts, viewed crime scene photo’s, re-interviewed everybody and came to the exact same conclusion as Freddy. Macdiefuckerdiediedie was a lying, conniving piece of shit and he killed his wife and three cuz she was pregnant children. It became his life’s work to put him away and keep him away for ever and ever and ever.
While Brian and Freddy were busy Hardy boying that shit, Macdoucheface was shopping his story around to true crime writers and landed on Joe I love you so fucking much MacGuinness. Bad choice. Bad, bad choice.
Before I go any farther, Joe took a lot and I mean a lot of flack over pretending to be MacDonald’s friend in order to get him to talk. I have a question. If you straight up said to a guy, I’ve been around you for six months now and I think you are guilty as fuck would MacDonald have kept talking? Nope. MacGuinness did what writers do, he was empathetic and according to him he really did feel bad, but non committal. He was exceptionally good at deflecting whenever the question of do you think I did it came up. It did come up, but not often because Jeffy was smarter than everyone remember.
Okay I know you are all chomping at the bit to know who Victor Worheide was. I say was because he is quite unfortunately dead now. I light a candle for him sometimes no lie because were it not for him Jeffrey would be walking around right now. Gotta back up a bit first.
Freddy went to the library of congress and found out he could swear out a citizens complaint against Jeffy, so he, Peter Kearns (one of the CID dudes that walked the crime scene with Freddy), and Attorney Richard Cahns did exactly that requesting the convening of a grand jury. In the summer of 1974 Attorney Victor Worheide after going over all the evidence accepts the case for the grand jury. Brian Murtagh requests to be assigned as does Judge Franklin Dupree a subordinate Judge.
Let’s talk about Victor Worheide for a minute. Just a minute because I have such mad respect for the man. He was a bulldog. He was hesitant to take the case because all of the evidence was circumstantial. It was actually a question he asked Murtagh that was answered by Freddy that changed his mind. He asked Murtagh what was in it for him. Freddy answered. There are some of us sir, Mr. Murtagh being one of them thank god, who are guided by one thought and that is the butchered bodies of a pregnant woman and two little girls. That did it. Victor was sold.
On August 12th 1974 a grand jury was convened and I’m smarter than all of you Macfuckmeintheasstillidie waived his right to shut the fuck up and testified for five days. He was eviscerated by Victor Worheide. January 21st 1975 MacCuntface again waived his right to shut the fuck up and Worheide took his eviscerated parts and paraded them around the room. January 24th 1975 Macwhydidn’tIjustshutthefuckup was indicted on three counts of murder.
Tomorrow statutes of limitations, limitations of statutes of limitations and holy fuck they are seriously gonna make me go to trial.
Reallybigmeandog Peacing the fuck out.