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None Of It Was Real, We Were Trying To Get A Reality Show…er Jeffrey MacDonald Killed His Whole Entire Family Part 7

January 10, 2018

 

Hello my lovelies.  Your Dean of Fuckery, Doctor of Doctoring, Writer of enviable amicus briefs, Horse whisperer, dog lactation consultant, Honorary DVM, Resident sarcasm expert, author of the big book of words, And Queen of all I survey am back with whatever part this is of the Jeffrey MacFuckface Trial.

This is going to be another hoppy, skippy, jumpy one because I can’t help but jump back and forth to give you the entire picture of what went down during this whole shit show of a grand jury hearing and almost not a trial and then a trial.

Victor Woerheide was the one who had been ultimately charged with seeing that Macwhythefuckareyoustillusingourair was indicted and he took that job very seriously.  I actually saw somewhere yesterday erroneously stated in a book no less that Colette was 8 months pregnant.  Colette was five months pregnant with a male fetus when she was bludgeoned and stabbed and ice picked to death.  You know, it just struck me, if you substituted that piece of timber for a .25 calibre handgun we’d have a male stabby.  Hippies, ninjas, tomato, tomahto.

Anyway, Woerheide had some innate talent for getting under MacStabby’s skin.  He had Jeffy bellowing at him during certain parts of his questioning at the grand jury inquiry.  He was very quick to anger and the grand jury saw it.  He flat out refused (on advice of council) to take either a lie detector or sodium amytal interview.  YAY, we are now at the science part of the program.  Okay, so in the late 70’s after having gathered data that was available about lie detectors at that time, I wouldn’t have taken a lie detector test either, they were too new and actually rather unreliable.  Sodium amytal on the other hand was simply a barbiturate which is a drug that acts on the central nervous system to calm anxiety and induce drowsiness and lowers ones ability to lie.  If someone is looking for a simple answer as to whether someone did or did not do something this was the drug to use.  As in did you murder your entire family because you are a complete dick and you were just tired of them?  Or Were there hippies in the house the night your family was murdered?  Jeffy Weffy had to go out and confer with his Lawyer Bernie Segal which took a long time because Bernie had to write something for Jeffy to read to the grand jury, then he had to get copies for Woerheide and the grand jurists and it took a lot of time.  Basically all it said was a sodium amytal interview would make the person taking the amytal relive the event which would be too traumatic for him.  Seriously, you can take a drug and they say, he Jeff did you kill your family and you say nope and the Grand Jury would have come back probably immediately with a no bill but you say you don’t want it because it would be to traumatic.  Oh fuck puhlease.  If there is a drug that they could give you and it would basically clear you if you were telling the truth who in the fuck would not take it?   Oh a guilty one, that’s who.

So okay Woerheide got tired of playing with the long eviscerated carcass of Macdouchbag and they voted and he was indicted on three counts of murder.  YAY.

Bernie Segal immediately peed on the parade and filed a motion that he had not been afforded a speedy trial and therefor this should be thrown out.  While the fourth circuit court decided on this issue  MacHolyfuckIcan’tbelievethishappened got let out on bail  They ultimately decided that MacDieofahorribledisease  only had an article 32 which is basically the army equivalent of a  grand jury inquiry and because the military and civilian court were two totally different things,  jeopardy was NOT attached.  The FBI skipped on down to California to bring him back to Raleigh to face trial for the murder of his wife and two and a half children.  Jeffrey was shocked that he being mister perfect and all was not being believed by any of these people.  It was starting to piss him off a little.

In the interim between bail and the courts decision Victor Woerheide dropped dead of a heart attack on his front lawn.  Freddy was beside himself.  Woerheide was his bulldog, Woerheide would make sure Jeffy paid.  Brian Murtagh assured him that a very excellent lawyer would be taking Woerheide’s place.  Enter James Blackburn.  James Blackburn had never tried a murder case his entire career and was the complete antithesis of everything Woerheide had been.  It was now Mildred who did her best to shore up Freddy after  so many years of it being the other way around.  Mildred calmed Freddy down and said she had faith that while Mr. Blackburn may have a different way about him, he would not have been assigned this case if he did not have the necessary tools to get the job done.  Freddy would turn out to be greatly surprised by the tenacity of Mr. Blackburn. He wasn’t a bulldog, he was a bull terrier.

Jeffy and company set up camp at a frat house and proceeded to prep for trial.  He was still out on bond and one day he decided to give an  interview to a rookie reporter.  when asked about the trial he became indignant.  This is what he said. “There is no case,” MacDonald said. “They know there is no case. What they are trying to do is, they are trying to mound up a pile of stuff and make it look like a good investigation was done, and then in a closing argument, unbuttressed with any facts at all, they’re going to misinterpret the witnesses’ words. You watch.”

He heaped special scorn on two people he held principally responsible: His stepfather-in-law, Alfred Kassab, whose complaint with the Justice Department was the basis for re-opening the case; and Assistant U.S. Attorney Brian Murtagh, who helped prepare the case for trial.

And then he brought it up. The blue pajama top.

MacDonald had worn it the night of the murders. He said a government expert had come up with a model of that shirt, which would be shown during the trial.
“(It’s) something he devised in 1974 that he felt added to the case,” MacDonald said
He didn’t seem particularly worked up about this model. And showing my inexperience, I didn’t ask him to explain further.

But a few weeks later, its significance showed when the former FBI expert, Paul Stombaugh, took the stand.
Stombaugh said the shirt had 48 ice pick holes in it, more than four times the number of wounds found on MacDonald. None of the holes matched his wounds. But it was possible to fold the shirt in such a way that the holes equaled the 21 ice pick thrusts into the chest of MacDonald’s wife, Colette.
The shirt was found on her chest. MacDonald said he only put it there after regaining consciousness and finding her severely wounded.
But prosecutors asserted that he stabbed his wife with the ice pick through the pajama top to simulate an attack on him. { *Rick Thames*}

In one of the most brilliant maneuvers in courtroom history, Brian Murtagh had Jim Blackburn flail away at him as he held a pyjama top of the same type wrapped around his hands as MacFuckingdiealready had said his hands had been trapped in the top.  Even in the controlled setting of the courtroom, Brian Murtagh received a significant icepick wound on his hand.  Jeffy had received not a single wound of any kind other than those already spoken of.  He had never had any wounds on his hands, fingers or forearms.  It was a shocking display, especially when the unravelled the top and saw all the ragged torn holes, not nice little cylindrical punctures like the holes in the actual pyjama top.

Bernie Segal, who had his head so far up his own ass that he actually thought they were winning the thing asked if Mr. Murtagh required a doctor to some tittering from the gallery.

That’s it for tonight kids.  Tomorrow, what a bloody mess, trying to suborn perjury and if they hear about  that pony one more time they are gonna puke.

 

 

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I Was Cleaning The Gun And It Accidentally Went Off…Twice. Fuck, Sorry My Bad…The Jeffrey MacDonald Killed His Whole Entire Family Part 6

January 5, 2018

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.


We Were Taking Pictures And She Just Fell Off The Cliff…Goddammit Wrong Trial Again…The Hippies Did It Part 5 Of Quite Possibly Infinity

January 3, 2018

Hello my lovelies.  Firstly, thanks for hanging in, I know this is long but, you have to be aware of everything or it’s just boring.  Second, could you let me know you are reading this cuz while I am happy to write for myself, questions and stuff always get my juices flowing and truthfully this is a tremendously huge trial, like Manson huge and I already know it.  I know a lot of things you may not. Much like Colette’s brother bill, I have followed every court filing since this became a thing and I was pretty young when this became a thing.  I have an accordion file stretched way past it’s limitations.  I have a couple of letters from people who worked with him who assure me he seemed like a completely normal human type person.  Oh, they totally believe he did it now, but they would not have bet on it back then.   I’ve got court transcripts, which cost a fucking fortune by the way even way back then. I cut a LOT of lawns to get those transcripts.

Renae, I know this is semi personal for you so if you would share what you know about him  outside of the I killed my whole family person it might be helpful but only if you are comfortable with that and we still love you no matter what. Also, if this is hard for you because you knew him I am really sorry.  Like sincerely because I would not hurt you on purpose for anything.   I get it.  It would be like mama going out and climbing a clock tower.  None of us would believe it cuz we know her.

Also I am running out of things to call Macfuckface which is a thing that has never happened before and scares me a little.

Okay, I’m going to go out of order for a minute because there are a few things I left out that you need to know.  First, the only blood found in the living room was one speck of blood that belonged to Kristen the youngest on his glasses and MacDoesn’tsatanwantthisfuckerbackyet swore on three separate occasions he was not wearing his glasses when he checked the children they had been lost during the EPIC struggle in the living room.  Blood drops, almost non existent but enough to type were found on the bathroom sink in front of the mirror where one might stand to insert say a scalpel in between a couple of ribs.  Blood type B.  I’ll let you figure out who had the B type blood.  It will make it more fun.  There were zero, none, nada, zip, keine, bila, blue fibres from the FEROCIOUS struggle found in the living room.  Oh that last one is Swahili just in case you were wondering. Same goes for club splinters.  Not a single one.  80 million in the master bedroom but none in the living room.  The lighting in the living room was such that it would have been impossible to see anything but silhouettes.  PERIOD.  stripes, colors, wigs, boots, BULLSHIT.  Didn’t happen.

Now, it is a very rare thing for a family of four to all have different blood types.  The CID said one in ten Thousand.   That sounded high so I checked. That statement is accurate.  And guess what.  Jeffy’s family happened to be that one in ten thousand.  All four people had different blood types and boy did the blood have a story to tell.  Even if Jeff wasn’t going to give it up, and he wasn’t. Not then, not now, not ever the blood did the talking and it had a most horrible story to tell.   We will get to that soon.  And yes I am avoiding it.

Here is a little factoid that not many people know.  Jeffy fucked around on Colette fourteen times that she knew about and I’m thinking number 15 was probably what made her whack him with that hairbrush and start the beginning of the end of her life.  Those 14 are not conjecture they are fact.

So instead of writing out a very complicated explanation of the blood analysis here is paul Stombaugh, the leader in the field  of blood analysis to do it for me because quite frankly I just don’t want to write it.

Let me know when you are done, I’ll wait.  I’m bawling right now, not gonna lie, can you imagine being this father and having to sit through this because he has no other purpose but to put his child’s murderer behind bars. If you believe in such things,  Freddy Kassab is in heaven now with his daughter and his grandchildren and his wife.  It was because of the single mindedness of this one man that they got him.

I’ll be back with more later, I’ll just let you digest what this man went through to get his daughters killer for a minute and I have to collect myself a bit.

RBMD hoping Jeffy dies of some incurable anal venereal disease that really fucking hurts and Peacing the fuck out

EDIT: CRIME SCENE PHOTO’S YES OR NO BECAUSE I HAVE THEM AND THEY ARE PRETTY FUCKING BAD.  ACTUALLY THAT IS A COMPLETE AND UTTER LIE.  THEY LEFT PRETTY FUCKING BAD AND WENT STRAIGHT TO HOW IN THE FUCK COULD ANYBODY EVER DO THIS.

 


The Dreams In Which I’m Dying Are The Best I’ve Ever Had…

October 24, 2017

Welcome to Hell, Hardhats and safety shoes must be worn at all times. Entry is at own risk

My loyal subjects, your queen of all I survey, dean of all fuckery, pretend Judge, honorary DVM and dog lactation specialist made a promise I would do this, and do it I shall.  I am going to ask that you do not go looking for pictures of this battered child.  I know that there is probably not a single person here that would, but they are pictures that you cannot ever unsee, and I just don’t want that for you.

Opening statements in the Gabriel Fernandez was murdered trial began with the Lead prosecutor John Hatami explaining that not only are Pearl Sinthia Fernandez and Isauro Aguirre guilty as fuck of the torture and murder of Gabriel Fernandez he had the unfortunate task of going into intimate detail of what the fuck these monsters did to him. The couple was “conspiring together to deceive everyone in order to torture Gabriel to death,” he alleged.  the alleged reason (there is that fucking word again) that Gabriel had to die is that Aguirre believed the boy was gay.
Hatami said Gabriel moved in with his mother and Aguirre in 2012 after living with his grandparents. Hatami showed jurors a photo of Gabriel at 7 years old, while  he lived with his grandparents, describing him as a “happy and healthy” child.  gabriel happy
Then he showed jurors a photo of Gabriel lying in a hospital bed and said, “After eight months of living with the defendants …   Garbriel injuries this is what Gabriel looked like.  I implore you my loyal subjects, do not go looking for additional photo’s. Nobody needs to see them.  I wish I could unsee them.

The evidence will show he was beaten, burned, battered and bruised, the prosecutor continued. By all accounts pained to the point of having to stop for a moment here and there to collect himself, the experienced prosecutor lead the jury through the litany of things that happened to Gabriel. They beat him, bit him, burned him, BB gunned him (which I guess covers the B’s,) starved him, fed him cat litter, kept him bound and gagged and in a cubby hole called the box, made him eat his own feces, fed him rotten food and when he would vomit they made him eat the vomit,  made him go to school in girls clothes, and ultimately killed him. And because all of that wasn’t enough, they called 911 not in an attempt to help Gabriel, but in an attempt to exculpate themselves by telling them that Gabriel was a self mutilator and had done all of this stuff to himself.
John Hatami, who we shall just refer to as the Gabriel’s angel from now on was clearly outraged as he outlined his prima fascia case. As he should have been.  To his credit and the credit of the whole damn DA’s office he did manage to not simply leap across the table and throttle the fuck out of Isauro Aguirre. I do not believe even the judge himself would have intervened had that been a thing that happened.

He did his best to get his point across without sending the entire gallery running for the nearest therapist. It didn’t help much so horrific were the details of this child’s sad, short, painful existence. From the clips that I have been able to find, he spoke eloquently although he could not hide the absolute disgust and sadness that seemed to ooze from his pores.

The illustrious defense attorney for Aguirre, John Allen did not even dispute the beating and torture of Gabriel, his  only dispute that he never meant to kill the child. His only argument is that Aguirre did not intend to kill the child. Apparently he just intended to continue to beat and torture the boy for the rest of his life.  My fucking god how do these defense attorneys sleep at night.  I get that everyone is entitled to a defense, but are they, really?  How do you defend this?  HOW?

The thing that gave birth to him managed to get her trial severed and is also being charged with capital murder with special circumstances. Both have pled not guilty (because why not waste a whole lot of taxpayer money). Both have the death penalty on the table. As an aside, I am a proponent of the death penalty. I truly believe in an eye for an eye or a life for a life and the better science gets, the more of a proponent I become. There is a dead 8 year old boy here. They did it. They tortured this child for 8 months and then have the unmitigated gall to say oops, we only meant to torture, beat, starve, burn and humiliate him, not kill him. Fuck you, you sick cunts. Fuck you both in the ass with a pineapple. The 6 ft 2 270lb piece of human garbage admits he hit Gabriel in the head a minimum of 10 times, probably closer to 20 and hit him harder than he hit anyone else.

gabriel fernandez saddest eyesIn this picture you can see fading bruises around his eyes and his face, but it is the complete despair in those eyes that kills me a little each time I see this picture.  Hopelessness.  Utter hopelessness.

His siblings are now on the stand and I will be reporting that tomorrow I just cannot do it tonight.  I do not have it in me.

Here is the rendering of the injuries on Gabriel as recorded by the coroner.  The image belongs to eyewitness news and was used with permission.gabriel forensic copy of injuries

That is it for tonight my lovelies. Say a prayer that this poor child finally has peace if that is your thing, say another that both of these child murdering bastards get the death penalty they so richly deserve. Actually what they richly deserve is 8 months of exactly what they gave out, but we are supposed to be a civilized society. And don’t for a second forget that this child would still be alive were it not for DCFS. I don’t. Not for a second.

RBMD peacing the fuck out.


If The Day Ever Comes Where I Snap And ALLEGEDLY Open Fire On Some Child Murdering Piece Of Shit, It Will Be Because Of The Word Allegedly.

October 21, 2017

 

 

Hello my lovelies.  Because I am Queen of all I survey and because the ruling monarch must at times do things for the people that they may not at the time realize is in their best interest, I have jumped into the deep end and am carrying on with what I consider my sacred trust from Gord Downie and doing my best to shed light on a very broken system.

Before we get into this and totally not because I am trying to put it off even for a second if I can let’s discuss the word allegedly.

Allegedly is an adverb.  An adverb, just in case any of my favorite readers are still out there is a word that modifies or qualifies a verb, adjective, determiner, another adverb etc.  If you need further help I recommend remedial English around grade 1 edition.

Anyway, allegedly is an adverb used to convey that something has taken place, or is the case although it has not yet been proven.  As an example.  DCFS  is allegedly the most ungodly, useless, disgusting government body that has ever been brought into existence.  CPS or child protective services along with everything else in life went PC and was changed to DCFS to allegedly reflect a more family friendly and less child-centric identity.  So, we are all good with allegedly right?  Because it is going to come up a lot in this particular blog.

DCFS is a broken thing, and while I realize that this series of blogs is about Gabriel and what happened to him, it happened to him largely in part because of DCFS so we are going to have to talk about DCFS for a bit.

It started out as a good idea in my opinion.  An outside institution that was set up to help children.  Nothing wrong with that because a LOT of children need help.  The problem is that A) the government runs the thing  B) there is a LOT of money involved once a child is in the system, it is in DCFS best interest to keep the child in the system for as long as humanly possible because there is just a fuckton of state and federal cash to be had by having said children in the system.  A child in the system brings upwards of $250000 per kid.   C) the powers that this government body have are far to overreaching D) they lie.  Yes, I said it, they lie.  Often and unfortunately that blade cuts both ways.  Children that should not have anything to do with DCFS are yanked from stable loving homes and put into the system, and children like Gabriel have their injuries downplayed, or just not accounted for, they don’t follow up, they don’t do a lot of things.  E) Actual workers who do give a shit about the children they are trying to help are ridden over by their supervisors, told what they can and cannot say in reports, are often discounted as being hypersensitive and told that things that they saw they didn’t see *in context* F) You cannot be a political organization and do social work.  Those two things are diametrically opposed.

Melinda Murphy, a 20 year veteran of the DCFS has gone rogue and has a lot to say.  Read it.  http://healthimpactnews.com/2015/la-county-dcfs-whistleblower-reveals-how-parents-are-losing-their-children-to-a-corrupt-system/

With all that being said, what in the fuck happened with Gabriel Fernandez.

The Los Angeles times unearthed some documents that show that a minimum of six separate complaints of abuse, neglect and brutality were made to the LA department of DCFS.  Six.  Six times DCFS visited Gabriel at home and six times they left him there. .  She said he often appeared at school battered.  Her word. Battered.  Battered should be A  thing you do to chicken, not a small boy.

Gabriel only made it to the ripe old age of 8 because he was taken in by his grandparents shortly after his birth in 2005. Nor was he the first run in that Mother Theresa had with DCFS.  Her oldest son suffered a head injury because he was allegedly not wearing a seatbelt during a car accident.  The following year a relative reported she was beating the boy and had stated she didn’t want him.  This was deemed unfounded.

In 2007, social workers received a complaint that Pearl did not feed one of her daughters and threatened to break her jaw when she cried.
The following year, Pearl was convicted of using a weapon in Texas and was sentenced to two weeks behind bars, according to court records.
In October of that year, relatives said Pearl suddenly decided that she loved and wanted  Gabriel and two siblings and took them from her parents where they had by all accounts been leading a healthy happy stress free life.    Emily Carranza, Gabriel’s cousin, said “it was for the welfare money.” Pearl told social workers she was concerned about the treatment of her son by relatives… um excuse me for a second.  ckocxjvkhlkbjc,jknkmlmlkkbmlgdpfksdfghjmk.l.,mnbgtgyhgtuyjhges. (head off of keyboard, sorry)  SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK MOTHER OF GOD WHAT THE FUCK.  Social workers found that credible?  I actually don’t know but they must have since she got them.

Days later, not even a week, but days later DCFS received a call from relatives alleging she was physically abusing all the children.  This was SUBSTANTIATED.  Instead of immediately returning them to people that loved them she was allowed to keep them and enter counseling.

His teacher called in October stating the boy was bruised about the face and hands. The next month she called and told them he had a busted lip and scratches that the boy had attributed to mother of the year.

In January she called because Gabriel’s face was covered in bruised dots.  He stated his mother had shot him in the face repeatedly with a BB gun.

When being interviewed Gabriel recanted his stories of abuse.  Want to know why.  I knew as soon as I saw that statement and I bet you do too, but I am going to tell you all anyway.  They always interviewed Gabriel while he was seated right beside good old mommy of the year.  Of course he recanted.  What must he have thought would happen if he told them the truth.  How could he known they would remove him or if they would remove him or if mommy would just have to promise with a cherry on top to be a nicer person and take some class and then the real fun could begin.  In an internal memo that was never supposed to see the light of this or any other day, workers were criticised for not removing Gabriel to a safe neutral place away from Godzilla to be interviewed.

In March his therapist found a note stating that Gabriel wanted to kill himself.  I just can’t imagine why?  The complaint was dismissed because the kid forgot to make an actual plan on his piece of paper on how he was going to do it and it was therefore not considered a suicide risk.  CHRIST ON A CRACKER HOW THE FUCK IS THIS THING THAT IS SO IMPORTANT SO FUCKING BROKEN?  HOW?  That month his whatever the fuck you want to call her at this point because mother isn’t the correct word, decided to end contact with the social workers, stating she didn’t need their help.  AGAIN HOW IN THE FUCK IS THAT A THING THAT CAN HAPPEN?

On May 22 firefighters were called to Gabriel’s hell, I mean house where he was found unresponsive.  He died two days later.  His siblings obviously also living in terror said they heard something happen but would not elaborate on that statement at that time.

Garrett Therolf is a name you don’t know.  He is the reporter that worked tirelessly to unearth this unholy mess against DCFS.  See reporters have a tendency to care when such an egregious wrong has been done.  They also have the tenacity of a rabid pitbull with a particularly nice bone.  So Garrett Therolf, my hat is off to you, you are one of the unsung hero’s in the world and god help us all, we need more.

We are going into the trial tomorrow everybody.  Sorry.

RBMD peacing the fuck out.

Sorry Dianna I meant to put this in earlier and forgot.   Everyone if you get a chance please check out @LAGuineaPigResc  they are a fantastic organization that helps rescue guinea pigs and place them in good homes.  My piggy friend died recently and I would love to get another, they make great pets.  They are friendly, cuddly and smart as all get out.  If you live in the area please check them out.

 

 

 


I Have Not Forgotten, I Have Gone All In.

May 2, 2017

My loyal subjects.  Your Queen of all I survey has not forgotten you; Casey “I killed my kid and got away with it” is just someone I happen to loathe and I have gone all in on this one.  I have spoken to Equisearch, several players in this macabre tale and am waiting for a return email from Jeff Ashton and Dr Vas.  It is going to be quite the in-depth thing.  Please just be patient.  PS I hate double jeopardy.  It will be worth the wait I promise.  I have found out some as of right now not reported by anybody else stuff, I guess because it was deemed unimportant, but it definitely tells the whole story of the Puta that is Casey cum bucket Anthony.  So far I am thousands of words in, so I have to edit and I have to wait and see what Ashton and Vas have to say.  Also a former Judge that I finally hunted down.  I’ve emailed and just waited to see if I get a reply.

I am working hard for you guys.

Love you much

RBMD


Caylee Anthony We Will Not Forget You Or The Bitch That Killed You

June 3, 2015

There is nothing on earth I hate more than people who hurt children. NOTHING.

Caylee Anthony was a sweet little baby who happened to draw one of satans minions for a mother. The entire family dynamic was completely fucked up with the family first in denial about the pregnancy and then once poor Caylee was born playing a sadistic game of chess with Caylee as the pawn.

Casey Anthony who is a child murdering piece of human excrement whether she got away with it or not just did not have time in her party and boyfriend filled life for Caylee. Casey had serious issues with her mother who happened to love Caylee or at least loved to use Caylee as a way to get at Casey. For 31 days that child was missing and it went unreported. When Casey’s mother finally tracked her down and demanded to see the baby, Casey first said it was late and she would pick her up from the fictitious nanny in the morning and then when mother was not having it she told mother that the nanny that never actually existed had kidnapped poor Caylee. Caylee of course was long dead by that time. Dead and buried in the exact same way that the family had disposed of pets that had come before her, which is to say she was stuffed into a laundry bag and thrown into the woods for the animals to have at her.

Casey’s car was found at an impound yard and the first thing that Papa Anthony noticed as an ex-police officer was the extreme odor of decomposition. It is a smell that you never forget, be it human or animal and in his initial statement while still in shock he said it was definitely absolutely without a doubt the smell of decomp. That would later become the smell of a piece of rotten pepperoni.

It seems the whole of Florida rallied to try and find Caylee. People came from all over the state to help search. Most of them were very aware that Caylee was dead but they searched anyway because that is what you do when a child is missing. Casey was combative in jail, expressing to her parents that they needed to come up with bail because she was of no use helping to find a child she already knew was dead from there. She was combative on the phone with her brother, refusing to discuss Caylee and instead trying to get her boyfriend Tony’s phone number to try and explain why she had been arrested and what a huge mistake it was.

Equisearch even came in to help try and at least find her body and they were very aware they were looking for a body since the Nanny story had long since fallen apart.

The skeletal remains of Caylee Anthony were found in a swampy area very close to the house. Animals had been at her. Her face had been wrapped in duct tape. A twin laundry bag was found in the Anthony house to the one that had become Caylee’s burial shroud. Searches for how to make homemade chloroform were found on Casey’s computer. The working theory and one I believe to be true is that Caylee was being drugged to sleep so that mommy could go out and do her hot body contests and party and fuck her boyfriend whenever she felt like it. Drugged and locked in the trunk of a car. Even Tony who had not been dating Casey for that long began to ask all kinds of questions about where Caylee was. Casey always said with the nanny that didn’t exist.

My personal theory is that Caylee was getting big enough to be able to articulate certain things and Casey certainly didn’t want Grandma asking what she did that day and the answer to be we went to McDonalds and the park and then mommy put a cloth over my face that smelled funny and I woke up in a trunk. So, I think she took Caylee on that last day and drugged her and wrapped her face in duct tape and smothered her to death.

She was found not guilty because apparently Florida is the most fucked up state in the USA for judicial process and walked away a free piece of shit. Then someone actually named Zanny came forward and sued her for liable since the made up name she had used for the nanny was hers. Casey filed for bankruptcy to avoid having to pay Zanaida for the lawsuit.

As part of the bankruptcy agreement she was ordered not to write any book. This she argued about because why shouldn’t you be able to kill your daughter and profit from it? She lost.

She was also a thief of epic proportions, stealing from her parents, her grandmother, and her friends so she didn’t really have anywhere to go once her court case was over. She ended up living with Cheney Mason, one of her attorneys and doing little jobs for him (and you can read into that whatever you like because I don’t doubt it for a second).

He eventually got sick of her mooching ways and she had to find an apartment somewhere. She whined and still does to this day that she cannot have a normal life because she was unjustly accused.

Now it had been revealed that she is in New York to do an interview for huge gobs of money. I have not been able to confirm an amount other than it is substantial.

I hope she gets hit by a car on her way to the interview, or the ceiling falls in or she is electrocuted by the equipment in the studio. Actually what I really hope is that someone wraps her face in duct tape and they all sit back and wait for her to suffocate to death, and then they stick her wretched corpse in a car trunk and let it rot there for a few days and then put her in a crappy bag and toss her into the woods.

You got it wrong Florida. I know it is not like it is the first time or even the fiftieth time, but you got it wrong.

We remember you Caylee, we are sorry that your mother was more interested in having a good time than being a mother, we are sorry we didn’t find you sooner. A country mourned you and continues to do so. We won’t forget.

I hope that everyone of you refuses to listen to that interview. If they get no listeners or readers depending on what medium they choose, maybe they will think a little harder next time before they interview a baby killer.

I hope you die a horrible death Casey Anthony and I hope it is long and drawn out and you are very afraid before the end. I bet Caylee was.

RBMD peacing the fuck out.


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