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No Tears Were Shed By The Murdering Bastard, But Shananns Father Shed Enough For All Of Us

August 22, 2018

3rd Circle of Hell, currently working on 4th

My lovelies, I am having a hard time with this one just because of the sheer stupidity of the defense.

Here is what I think happened.  Chris Watts is a piece of shit.  We all know this.  He is however a special kind of piece of shit because thanks to the magic of social media nothing is secret anymore and it was obvious that Shanann worshiped the man that ultimately ended her life.  She thought her life was perfect.  Even with Lupus, which is a horrible debilitating disease her outlook was one of sunshine and happiness at the perfection that was her life.  She loved her children, she loved her son of a bitch husband and she loved her life.  she was even excited though scared about the new life inside her, one her douche bag husband talked her into having; probably hoping this would be the one that killed her.  Chris was having an affair and planned on leaving Shanann for the other woman.  He was likely pissed because he missed a booty call due to the extreme delay in Shananns flight.  She got home at 2:15 ish according to her friend because Mr wonderful couldn’t put the kids in the car and go get her.  Oh that would be because they were already dead.  Mr. Watts doesn’t seen to understand forensic science and that the coroner is going to be able to pinpoint a time of death and I think they had been dead for a while.  He probably said they were sleeping.  Likely as a loving mother she crept in to give them a gentle kiss goodnight because she had missed them and discovered they were cold and dead and that is when the cocksucker decided to choke the life out of shanann.  She fought, likely hard as seen by the scratches clearly visible on his neck.  He gave his infamous press conference in which they were his entire world and he just wanted them back and a first year forensic student could tell his affect was so fucking wrong it defied description.  I knew he did it as soon as I saw it.  so instead of calling the police and saying my wife killed my kids he kills her, covers up his crime, places two babies in barrels full of oil to obfuscate any DNA evidence and buries his wife and unborn child in a shallow grave.  Yup, father of the century.  At his preliminary hearing there was absolutely no emotion except for Shananns Father who could not help but wail.  His tears haunt me.  He very obviously loved his daughter and grandchildren more than himself and I fear he may take his own life so deep is his despair. If the DA makes a deal he will not be the DA for very much longer because this thing deserves the maximum penalty by law.  Have I mentioned that I fucking hate men.

Really big mean dog Peacing the fuck out.

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So Since Wonderdads Confession Will Be Tossed Now That He is Blaming His Wife, There Will Be A Trial. Anyone Want To Follow This One

August 21, 2018

god I hate men.  Not just men that kill women.  I also hate men that hurt women, degenerate women, treat them like beasts of burden, assume they are there to bow down to their every need…I fucking hate men.  Should have been a lesbian.  Men are the root of 99 percent of the evil in our society.  Trump. Case in point. Think of all the horrible things that have happened over the span of your life, wars, genocides, wars that were genocides and who was at the fucking healm.  A cocksucking, ratfuck, useless, small dicked man.  Now I know there are bad women.  But women do things like tear each other down, lie, use their sex to get ahead and hurt kids.  That seems to be a mostly woman thing except for pedophiles and don’t even get me started.  If you have a relative that has a thing for small kids and rapes you is he a pedophile or is he incestuous.  Or an incestuous pedophile.  Also on the child hurting scale, ever notice there is a skeevy backwoods hillbilly looking fucker in the background that is also charged when charged are laid?  Just asking.  So as I was saying I hate men.  I especially hate this one because after hours of research there is no fucking way in hell this woman killed her kids. So let me know if you want to follow and I will do it with my usual snark, sarcasm and humor.  I can make anything funny, believe me.  If I couldn’t I’d be on a 5150 by now.

PS.  I know you know but I’m losing my house so if you can please help me.  I have a go fund me and even a couple of bucks per person will help.  Thank you and this will be the last time I mention it.


The Never Ending Saga of Stabby Fucking Einstein

July 6, 2018

Please Rise and Salute The Flag of the Great State of Arizona and then Salute Kirk Nurmi For His Testicles Finally Dropping.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IN THE COURT OF APPEALS STATE OF ARIZONA DIVISION ONE

STATE OF ARIZONA, No. 1 CA-CR 15-0302 Appellee, v. JODI ANN ARIAS, Appellant. Maricopa County Superior Court No. CR-2008-031021-001 DT

APPELLANT’S OPENING BRIEF

MARICOPA COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER

Deputy Public Defenders Downtown Justice Center 620 West Jackson, Suite 4015 Phoenix, Arizona 85003 Telephone (602) 506-7711 ACE@mail.maricopa.gov Attorneys for APPELLANT

Not a Judge Sherry Stephens and Totally Should be a Judge Kelly McFadden Presiding

Ladies and Gentlemen we are going to start with some off the record housekeeping matters. Firstly Stabby’s Pencil is still out on mental health leave so Stabby will be afforded a crayon. If anyone hears any shrieks of laughter up and down the hallway it is just Kirk Nurmi and it should be ignored. We get it Kirk and the neener neener was probably not necessary. The vet, a box of good boy treats and the tranquilizer gun have all been placed on stand by. Totally should be a Judge Kelly will be working most of the first part of what we are all sure is going to be an overly dramatic and way to long appeals process.

The Repellant er I mean Appellant has made several million assertions in her opening (good god is this really just the opening) brief which we will of course have to cover. Pretoria was polite enough to forward all unused puke buckets and they are located at the ends of the aisles for your convenience. As the law dictates you are allowed and encouraged to ask any questioned of the lying ho, sorry I mean appellant that you feel are pertinent. Okay I think we are ready to go so I will hand things off to Totally should be a judge Kelly.

Good afternoon everyone. I have been handed a note that the citizens of earth would like to just go ahead and apologize now that you have to be here. Thank you citizens, we accept your apology.

So lets deal with this shit. Firstly I am going to have to cover exactly what an appeals process entails.

For your edification : Appeal: A request to a higher court to review the lower court’s proceedings and outcome. The defendant argues that the lower court violated his or her rights in some way that warrants getting a new trial or a reduced sentence. Direct Appeal: Filed with the Arizona Court of Appeals. In death penalty cases, the direct appeal is filed with the Arizona Supreme Court. Opening Brief: A written document in which arguments are presented that the defendant’s conviction or sentence is improper and should be reversed.

What we are dealing with today believe it or not is just the opening brief. All 5 million pages of it. Seriously could she have crammed any more stuff in this thing? Jesus H Christ the only thing missing is the chorus from O Holy Night.

Since there is so much garbage to get through I am breaking it up into parts and this is what we are starting with. My answers to statements will be in italics.

STATEMENT OF THE CASE

1

The state indicted appellant, Jodi Ann Arias, for the murder of her boyfriend, T.A. (Instrument 1, hereinafter I.). The state charged her with first degree premeditated murder or in the alternative, felony murder. This is a factual statement that actually happened.

On October 31, 2008, the state made notice of its intention to seek the death penalty. (I. 32-33). On August 7, 2009, the court held a Chronis hearing and found that the state presented probable cause to support one aggravating factor: the crime was committed in an especially cruel manner. (ME 8-10-09). The parties could not settle after a settlement conference. (RT 7-5-11, pp. 2-58). They conducted a second settlement conference before the retrial, which was also unsuccessful. (ME 10-24-13). If this is part of her appeal you will have to excuse me while I bang my head off of the keyboard. aoehtaefhsd. Her idea of a settlement was 10 years for basically killing the man 3 times.

Stabby’s trial began December 10, 2012, with

jury selection. (RT 12-10-12, p. 12). The jury found Arias guilty of first degree murder on May 8, 2013. (RT 5-8-13, p. 11). The aggravation phase began May 15, 2013. (RT 5-15-13, p. 4). The state sought to prove one aggravator, the killing was done in an especially cruel manner.

 

, p. 9). At the conclusion of the aggravation phase, the jury found that the state proved this aggravating factor. \

Please note there may be a slight discrepancy in the cites to the record depending on whether one is referring to the electronic version of the transcripts or the hard copy of the transcripts.

 

2 The penalty phase began May 16, 2013. (RT 5-16-13, p. 53). It concluded on May 23, 2013, when the jury could not agree on life or death. (RT 5-23-13, p. 8). The court declared a mistrial. (I. 1154; RT 5-23-13, p. 10). The defense argued a Motion for Mistrial on May 20, 2013. (RT 5-20-13 #1, pp. 9-18). The court denied that motion. Because there was no reason for a mistrial.

, p. 18). The defense filed a Motion to Vacate the Aggravation Phase verdict pursuant to Rule 24.2. (I. 1174). The court denied that motion. (ME 8-9-13).

Arias’s retrial began September 29, 2014. Once again, the jury could not

agree on a sentence. (I. 2058; RT 3-5-15, p. 6). The court declared a mistrial.

The court sentenced Arias to natural life. (RT 4-13-15, p. 56). The parties stipulated to the amount of restitution. (ME 6-22-15). Arias filed a timely Notice of Appeal. (I. 2083). This Court has jurisdiction pursuant to Article 6, § 9 of the Arizona Constitution, and A.R.S. §§ 12-120.21 (A) (1), 13-4031 and 13-4033 (A).

3

FACTS (Oh this should be good)

This appeal is about Jodi Arias and T.A., whose lives were bound together by secrets. Arias grew up in northern California. (RT 2-4-13 #1, pp. 101-102; 116; 122). Stabby’s  parents abused her physically. (facts not in evidence)

, pp. 101; 104-108). She moved out when she was seventeen years old. (

, pp. 122-125). Arias left school and worked as a waitress. (

 

, pp. 122; 125). She supported herself. (when she wasn’t mooching off of whatever guy she had entranced with her slutty ways)

, pp. 125; RT 2-4-13 #2, p. 21). Arias found work waitressing at resorts in Crater Lake and Monterey. (RT 2-5-13, pp. 9; 20). She lived in Palm Desert, California for four years with her boyfriend, D.B., and was happy there.

, pp. 30; 39-41). Arias was a spiritual seeker, always interested in self-improvement. (facts so far out of evidence they may be circling jupitor)

, pp. 7-

8; 84). She became involved in “PPL,” Pre

-Paid Legal Services, a Pyramid scheme, lets just call a spade a spade here mmmkay.

, pp. 56; 61). She enjoyed the inspiring, motivational PPL functions. (

, pp. 75; 84). She met T.A. at a PPL function in Las Vegas in September of 2006. (

, pp. 62; 67). T.A. was an executive director of PPL. (

, p. 69). He approached Arias at a social function and introduced himself. (

, p. 68). They spent time together that weekend.

 

, pp. 70-74). She was his date at a formal banquet.

, pp. 70-74). She considered T.A. to be a new friend.

 

, pp. 97-100). After leaving Vegas, they talked on the phone every night.

, p. 106). By the weeks end stabby broke up with D.B.

, pp. 98-99). She wanted to start a family. (and hopefully at some point collect a bunch of spousal and child support)

, p. 99). D.B. did not want to get married. because he was a smart, smart man

, pp. 102-103). Arias and T.A. met the following weekend at their friends’ residence in California for a pyramid scheme event

, pp. 103-104). Once everyone was asleep, T.A. arrived at Arias

’s bedroom for a night time rendezvous. because of course he did, she was giving it away for fucks sake.

, p. 106). T.A. initiated sexual contact. Assuming facts not in evidence and my personal guess is someone named stabby initiated sexual contact

 

, p. 118). Arias knew that T.A. was Mormon. That is actually a true statement

, p. 90). He wore his temple garments during that sexual encounter. Assumes facts not in evidence and EWWWW

, p. 121). The next morning, they attended a Mormon church service together.

, p. 126). T.A. encouraged her to explore Mormonism.

, pp. 129-130). T.A. was a priest of the order Melchizedek and a respected church member. (RT 2-13-13, pp. 133-134). Arias believed T.A. was superior to her in all matters concerning religion. (I’m gonna give her this one.)

, p. 134). He gave her a copy of the Book of Mormon and sent missionaries to visit her at her home. (RT 2-5-13, p. 129). Two months after they met, T.A. baptized

Arias into the Mormon religion. (RT 2-6-13, pp. 25-26). After the baptism ceremony, the couple returned to Arias home where they had sex (assumes facts not in evidence)

, pp. 45-47). The Law of Chastity forbids sexual contact between unmarried persons. (RT 1-30-13, p. 96). T.A. instructed Arias that the church permitted sexual contact but not vaginal intercourse. (RT 2-6-13, p. 17). Arias trusted T.A. when he assured her that oral and anal sex between unmarried persons were acceptable. (so einstein is an idiot. Is that what we are going with?)

, pp. 20; 16-17). Eventually, the unmarried couple engaged in vaginal intercourse as well as other types of sexual behavior. How many fucking types are there we’ve covered anal, oral, vaginal, desserts, what’s missing maybe livestock?

, p. 99). Arias and T.A. became an exclusive couple in February of 2007

, p. 51). They met at PPL events and travelled together to visit Mormon historical sites.

, pp. 100; 122). Travelling together as an unmarried couple was frowned upon by Mormons. (RT 1-30-13, p. 24). T.A. assured her that the church approved of their sexual relationship. ( I CALL BULLSHIT ON THIS ENTIRE STATEMENT)

 

We will pick up with the rest of the opening salvo tomorrow. I need a tylenol and maybe a xanax or something.

RBMD peacing the fuck out


Well it’s happened. The apocalypse is upon us. Stabbys Appeal Process Has Started And Oddly (so not oddly) We Are All To Blame.

July 6, 2018

 

 

My loyal subjects, your royal majesty, high commander of the realm, horse whisperer, honorary DVM, pretend Judge, pretty fucking good pretend lawyer, dog lactation consultant and as always queen of all I survey am back.  And if that has happened that has to mean stabby is back.  Boy is she.

Her first shot across the bow, keeping the appeals process sealed was a swing and a miss so I can pick apart her opening salvo at my leisure.  Which I will as soon as I finish reading the stupid thing.  Bitch learned some new words and shit.

It is roughly equivalent to war and peace if you left the peace part out so I will take yet another one for the team, read the fucking thing, translate it into English and put it up on here.

gotta go read now.  RBMD Peacing the fuck out


A Bushy Haired Stranger Just Shot My Kids…Sorry that’s Dianne Downs. The Hippies Did It Part 8

January 13, 2018

 

 

Hello my lovelies.  Your Dean of fuckery, doctor of doctoring, horse whisperer, honorary DVM, pretend judge, writer of enviable amicus briefs, dog lactation consultant, purveyor of written motions that should be allowed in court because mine are way more fun, author of the big book of words and Queen of all I survey is not amused.  I had this post more than three quarters of the way written.   I saved it, left to go check a couple of facts, came back and guess what?  I’ll wait…THE ENTIRE FUCKING BLOG WAS GONE.  Seriously, this is like the third time this has happened to different posts.  Remember back to the stabby one I lost four times?  Word Press seriously needs to deal with some shit because I discovered something else about WordPress the other day which I will talk about later.  It takes me a lot of hours to write these blogs and when I know I saved it and then it is just gone really pisses me off.

Anyway, enough bitching about that for now, on with the show.

When we last left the shit show  Brian Murtagh had been accidentally stabbed during a courtroom display in which he and Jim Blackburn were trying to show that the perfectly cylindrical holes in the pyjama top would not have been possible if the top had been wrapped around MacFuckhead’s hands and being used as a shield as he had sworn too since the beginning of the most unbelievable story ever told took shape.  Not only did the pyjama end up with ragged tears, Brian ended up stabbed, another thing that had never happened to Jeffy.  Not one single defensive wound on his fingers, hands or forearms. Not so much as a scratch, while Brian had received a fairly significant wound during a relatively controlled experiment for the jury.  It spoke volumes and the jury did not miss it.

The people were winding up their case.  Paul Stombaugh was now up on the stand and he explained the blood evidence to the jury.  It was damning evidence.  And it came as close as anybody ever would to explaining the movements inside of castle drive that evening.  The Jury paid rapt attention.  With the conclusion of Stombaughs testimony the people rested and court was adjourned for the day.

Bernard had managed to locate a woman by the name of Helena Stokely, or what was left of her after one too many dances with the magic dragon.  She was a complete burnout, but she was a hippie, she had been known to wear a blonde wig on occasion and she was in the vicinity of castle drive the evening of the murders.  Hey, one hippie was better than no hippies and this one was possibly malleable enough to be convinced to testify that she had been inside the residence.   He brought her in for a deposition and she told him she was aware of the murders (as was everyone else on the planet pretty much) and that she knew where the Macfuckoffanddie residence was.  She said a friend of hers had showed it to her one day bitching that the doctor that lived there wouldn’t give him any methadone.  Macfamilyanihilator was kind of a you got yourself in you get yourself out kind of guy when it came to drugs apparently.  Pretty hypocritical for somebody that was taking enough amphetamines that he was worried about how fast it would clear his system.  Bernie hammered her saying she didn’t have to say she did anything but hold a candle but she needed to admit she was there.  Not only was she adamant that she was not present when Siegal threw the crime scene photos in front of her face she told him there was no way somebody on acid did that.  Her next sentence as recorded by Joe McGinnis well before he ever found the notes on the speed were, “maybe somebody on speed, did they check him for drugs.”  Now she could have probably been sworn as an expert witness on drugs so that was a pretty telling thing to say.  Bernie wisely decided not to call her as a witness.

Bernie decided it was time to start prepping Jeffy for his testimony.  Jeffy was slightly agitated.  He had not been thrilled with the jury he had paid an expert to help seat, and he felt he was being challenged when Bernie told him he planned on showing the jury a family, not just a bunch of crime scene photos but he wanted them to feel a living breathing  family.  Jeffy asked Bernie if he was saying he had to convince the jury he was innocent.  Bernie tried to stem the volcano that was about to erupt by telling Jeffy that he thought they could rest now and win, but he didn’t want to take the chance of one hold-out juror making them do it all again.  At this point Jeffy amped up a little and began spiking questions about which juror Bernie thought it would be, the beady eyed one, the one that keeps looking at him like the juror is the grand dragon of the KKK and Jeff was a black guy dating his daughter.  Bernie tried another tack, telling him he understood he was angry but to take it easy on attacking the army and probably muttering under his breath that his big mouth is what had got him into this in the first place.  Jeff became sarcastic.  Bernie got made and made the error of reminding Jeffy that this is exactly how Woerheide had gotten under his skin at the grand jury.  Jeffy flipped his shit and in front of his entire legal team he started screaming at Bernie to never mention Victor Woerheide.  He’s a Nazi, He’s a goddamn Nazi he screamed at everybody before he realized this probably didn’t look good.  He got himself under control and took a deep breath before turning to face Bernie.  Okay he said calmly I will take everything you have said under advisement. (read: I’m totally gonna ignore you and do whatever I want anyway because I’m smarter than they are).    I have some advice for you.  That pony I bought the girls that one Christmas that every single person who has testified has talked about? ” Take it easy on the pony Bernie, after all the character witnesses, if the jury hears about that pony one more time they are gonna puke.”  Spoiler alert, they didn’t puke.

Jeffy showed nothing but contempt when he was crossed by Jim Blackburn and his contempt was very noticeable to everyone, especially the jury.  His pure, unadulterated hatred of Brian Murtagh was also pretty clear.

Fun fact, Jeff MacDonald could not work up a tear during the entire trial even while looking at the beat and stabbed to death pictures of his children.

It took the jurors only a little over 7 hours to come back with a verdict.  Guilty of second degree murder for Colette and Kimmie, and first degree for Kristen because the theory put forth by the prosecution that it was possible Colette had been an accident and Kimmie had been collateral damage, but Kristen had been killed on purpose to support his alibi was believed by the jury.

Here is what I believe.  Colette and he got into an argument about something, likely the parade of women that Colette was aware of and not being stupid she probably put it together  that there was no boxing trip to Russia.  At some point I believe she whacked him one with the hairbrush.  Overtired from the speed, being on speed, being sick of the wife and kids and fury that she would deign to actually hit him, Jeffy lost his shit and likely punched her square in the face.  Her nose and mouth were busted opened and while that could have come from the club later, I think he punched her.  The bent Geneva forge knife was in the bedroom being used as a paint scraper and I think Colette probably grabbed it to try and protect herself and that is when things went sideways.  He grabbed the piece of timber, hit her with it and that is when kimmie came in to see what al the screaming was from.  I think he caught her with a backswing because he didn’t know she was standing there and he killed her.  And that is when he knew he was either going to jail forever and ever or he was going to have to make up a story and hope that the army bought it.  Unfortunately for those that may have still been saved, he went with option two.  He put Kimmie back where she was supposed to be, he went and killed Kristen, he made sure Colette was good and dead and then he stabbed himself and called for help. Had he not felt the need to start a media tour on how stupid the army was he probably would have gotten away with it.  It was his own hubris that got the case reopened.  Freddy was the one who sealed the deal, but it was his own statements that started the ball rolling.

So that’s it, other than the leftovers.  He has appealed a staggering number of times.  They are all available to view online.  He has married a bridge troll named Kathryn.  They managed to steal most of the money Perry left to Jay “because Jay couldn’t handle money.”  He sued Joe McGinnis and they settled.  He ended up making way less money than he would have if he had let McGinnis alone.  I find that tidbit absolutely delicious.

That’s it kids.  The horrible tale of a green beret who should have never ever been married.  God help his wife if he ever gets out of prison.

Next up, until I find  something current to amuse us all with is going to be Robert Oakley Marshall, who had his wife killed.

RBMD peacing the fuck out.

 


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.


While I Am Writing Part 8 Million Of The Colette Kimmie and Kristen All Got Murdered Saga Here Is Part Of A Horror Fiction I Am Working On.

January 4, 2018

So your queen would like to know what you think.

 

 

 

Mac sat with Wrath at a metal table bolted into a metal floor with artificial light being pumped in overhead. Mac perused the clinical surroundings that had housed his children for more than 2 decades and had one of his momentarily flashes of sadness that this was the way it had to be. It was a prison, a nice one but a prison non the less. I should have caught you after the Watkins case he started, stutter stepped and stopped. The Watkins case. For a moment all he saw was the blood. So much blood it was like an ocean had been let loose in the house Wrath had stormed. And that was before they started to find the limbs, and…then the things that had been instruments of torture to the children.   Wrath had been quite artistic in her placing of one ripped out penis into the mouth of its owner. A disgustingly obese man who smelled now of blood and bacon grease.

The Watkins had been part of a large ring of  pedophiles, something all of Delta but especially Wrath abhorred. Actually, it was the one thing guaranteed to send her completely into the abyss and it had. The government had counted on it. She went in alone and weaponless and she had saved nine terrified children. She sent Tobias to bring them out, she was covered in so much gore she was afraid she would scar them more than they were already scarred. Chunks of meat hung from her normally white hair, now bright red with gore, bits of skin clung to her claw like nails. There was still uneaten  flesh in her teeth. And she was still completely incensed and looking for something, anything to turn it on. Next he recalled the agents hustling towards her, double quick, shackles in hand and her waiting patiently, almost too patiently, completely motionless as they were attached to her. Shackles, manacles, belly chains. It was the same for them all.

The others had fought the first few times, and caused a serious amount of very grievous injuries until Wrath had calmly spoken one word. Enough. As one they had stopped. Wrath had never fought. She alone understood the rules of this particular game and she was happy to go along. The chains were to make the handlers feel like they were safe. Delta belonged to the government and they were the most dangerous things on the planet. They had been part of a…selective breeding program for lack of a better term, and they could, would and did kill anything that they were pointed at. They had tracking chips, and poison capsules encased in light metal implanted in their bodies just in case and the only time they were free of their chains was when they were at home or when they were working. She had disabled the poisons 20 years ago not that she figured it would have done much anyway, and the machine still said they were in fine functioning order. She could have mentally unlocked all of the chains any time she wanted to. The fact was she just didn’t want to. She did not see the point. It was not time to go to ground, she would know when that time came and it wasn’t yet.


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