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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.

 

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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.

 

 


I Am On Day Three Of My Never Sleep Again Tour So You Will Have Part…What Fucking Part Are We On Of The Macfuckhead Trial Later Tonight Or Tomorrow.

January 10, 2018

 

My loyal subjects.  Your queen is very tired, and is unable to sleep.  I am being harangued by ghosts of days gone by and they won’t let me alone.  I’m working on the Macasshole thing still don’t worry I won’t leave you hanging, I am just trying to clarify something I just thought of 44 years later and if I thought of it, I bet MacDouchebag did too and I am trying to get an answer.  Won’t say till I find out because I do have confirmation that annihilator wife is reading the blog and it is making her very unhappy which is making me really happy.  So, from Colette, Kimmie, Kristen, Freddy,  me, Victor Worheide, everyone at the no kill shelter and Mildred, eat a dick you fucking embezzling your mentally ill brother in laws money crazy fuckwit cunt.  It’s the only one you’ll be seeing in this lifetime anyway, unless you have some sort of arrangement.

Anyway, I have something for show and tell.  Remember when my invisible dog warf died?  Well I got me a new invisible one named Ted. E. Bear. Esq.

ted e bear

He was born at the beginning of November and as of his vet check  he weighs 37lbs.  Ain’t he a cutie pie?  I know you can’t see him because he doesn’t exist, but there he is.

Please ignore the castle flooring.  It is being re-done if the guy I want to do it still wants to trade for a truck which is the plan.  The floors are 31yrs old so yeah they need to be done.  I know.

Also in my I’m so tired I want to fall down state I re-attached the door to the pantry, fixed a couple of lights, did laundry I think.  I have to check that because I may have hallucinated that.  Who knew 17 year old boys were prone to rages.  He is getting a crash plastering course tonight because he has a lot of holes to fix.  Dumbass broke his hand punching the wall and then picked the cast off so he could take his driving test.  So now he needs a new cast, but he did pass his driving test.  I even let him take the car to school today.  He is getting tired of driving already because now my invisible agoraphobia doesn’t have to make itself go outside.

Anyway, don’t worry, there is plenty more of Jeffrey Macfuckmeintheass to come.  Likely tonight so watch for it.

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.


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.

 


I Got Carjacked By A Black Man And My Kids Are In The Car…Goddammit way wrong trial. The Hippies Did It Part 3

January 1, 2018

Hai my lovelies.  We are at that titular moment where your queen must ask that you go get out your Pretoria puke buckets because shit is about to get mad real.  I have barf bags for anyone who has misplaced their Pretoria puke bucket.

So when we left Dr Fuckface he was dyyyyyyying and the MP’s and EMS had arrived.  Now they had multiple dead and the aforementioned dyyyyyying not a doctor MacDonald to deal with.  So they basically trampled the crime scene into oblivion.  Some fuckhead stood a flowerpot up,  someone lifted MacDouchebags wallet, and eleventy billion footprints went in and out of the house.  It was not what one would call a pristinely kept crime scene.

Shit I forgot a weapon.  Bad queen, bad, bad queen.  There was also a Geneva forge steak knife that was impaled in Colette’s chest.  It is important because one of the first spontaneous utterances from MacDiemotherfuckerdie was tell the MP’s I pulled the knife out of her chest cuz guess what finger prints were about to appear on the Geneva Forge steak knife…I’ll wait.  Machowisthisfuckerstillalive’s finger prints that’s whose.  Five points for Griphendore.  Anyway, stupid actually did give himself a omg I’m going to have to spell that again fuck it he collapsed his lung.  That was pretty much the extent of his injuries.  a collapsed lung which was self inflicted and a hair brush booboo.

Colette suffered two broken in several places arms, She was stabbed `16 times with a knife,  21 not 14 like I erroneously said yesterday icepick puncture wounds, and a whole bunch of blue fibres underneath the body that was already dead when MacAsshole got there.  Hmmm. Odd. Colette was pregnant with a 5 month old fetus of male gender.  And in the words of Forrest Gump that is all I have to say about that.    Then there was the word PIG (cue helter skelter) written on the headboard of the bed with a whole bunch of blue fibres scattered at the bottom of where the word was written.  Strange that.  These blue fibres just seem to be in all kinds of places that they should not be.  Maybe the hippies did it.  Except that they didn’t. These pesky fibres seemed to be showing up in the oddest places.  Both children’s rooms, under the blankets in the children’s rooms, on Colette, under Colette.  And wood splinters.  Lots of wood splinters in very strange places.  Now poor little Jeffy was at the hospital and Mr. and Mrs. Kasaab, who happened to really love Jeff went to see him at the hospital and my only thinking here is that they were so grief stricken that they were willing to believe anything at this point.  Anything that would explain the slaughter of their entire family.

MacGofuckyourselfwithapineapple fell asleep in the living room and it was there that he was awakened by someone thumping him with a club.  Then he heard his entire family screaming simultaneously which puts at least three more people in an army issue housing unit so that’s seven and him being a green beret and all had to save his family.  somehow and this is important it will be on the test, somehow got his pyjama top pulled up over his head and wrapped around his arms.  He used it to ward off blows from some kind of blade and the next thing he knew he woke up in the hallway.  The pyjama top was still wrapped around his wrists at this point, torn, shredded and he took it off as he went into the bedroom.

Wanna know where they didn’t find any blue fibres or wood splinters?….I’ll wait…THE LIVING ROOM where Jeffrey MacDiebitchdie was in the middle of a life and death struggle with not one, not two, not three but four hippies high on acid.  Acid is groovy kill the pigs.  Oh PUHLEASE.  It was that statement right there that convinced me he did it.  that one single statement.

So now Jeffy has regained consciousness  and he ran a marathon with his mortal (puke buckets would now be appropriate) wounds. He called for help,  He ran to check Colette, he gave her artificial respiration which just came out in bloody bubbles on her chest, he ran to check his own wounds, he checked both children, he looked out back (oddly enough that is where all the murder weapons were found) and he called for help again.  Under two minutes he performed all those acts in.  Look out Hussein Bolt.

The CID figured out pretty fast that Macyougointojailbitch did it.  It was pretty simple math.  It was proving it and they made a huge, gigantic mess out of that.  So much so that Macyouaresogoingtobechangingthatbabiesdiapersinhellforever almost got away with it.

They brought him in for questioning and pointed out he obvious, that they had seen all night poker parties that had caused more damage than the damage in the living room where a struggle between four acid fueled hippies and one green beret took place.

Freddy Kasaab was at first MacDidImentionIwouldlikeyoutodie his staunchest supporter.  Funny thing that.  It would be Freddy Kasaab who truly loved Jeffrey at that point in time that would be MacMygodyouareapieceofshit’s biggest supporter.  Want to know what is even funnier.  It would be Freddy’s single mindedness in finding the killers that brought him to a realization that probably cut him at least as deeply as the death of his precious Colette and her babies.  Jeffrey MacDonald did it.  Freddy Kasaab spent the next several years making sure he paid for it.

Let’s tune in tomorrow and find out what Freddy did.

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.

 

 

 


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