The clock is ticking down until Karen Read files a massive multi-million-dollar Section 1983 federal civil rights case against the Massachusetts State Police et al. in a few weeks.
Three… two… one….
That’s what all her subpoenas last week were about – the Karen Read team is laying the groundwork for the Big Daddy of all local lawsuits.
Karen Read and her attorney Alan Jackson, who just signed on to the latest twist in this take-no-prisoners legal struggle, aren’t sweating the sad wrongful-death suit brought in Plymouth County by John O’Keefe’s family.
If two juries a year apart agreed that Karen Read didn’t hit O’Keefe with her SUV, how are the scheming O’Keefes going to cut themselves a nice big piece of cake, at least against Read? Maybe their ambulance chasers can prevail against the dive bars of Canton, but Karen should skate.
The pending federal lawsuit against the lynch mob is just the latest indication that since the not-guilty verdict in June, in Norfolk County the hunters have become the hunted.
It’s like the old Marvelettes song. Sometimes the hunter gets captured by the game. Right, DA Meatball Morrissey?
Yesterday, it was the disgraced plus-sized ex-state trooper Michael Proctor back in that same Dedham courtroom where he was so badly humiliated last year by having to read his own obscene texts. This time the crack sleuth had to appear in connection with another murder case he totally botched.
Since his firing by the State Police, Proctor has packed on at least 50 pounds. He looks like he’s been sucking on a helium gun.
As he morosely waddled out of the courthouse yesterday, Proctor was confronted by his nemesis, Aidan Kearney, a/k/a Turtleboy.
“How’s the diet goin’?” Turtleboy asked him. No response, not even a burp.
“Have you found gainful employment since you’ve been fired by the State Police?” Turtleboy followed up. No answer.
Joining Proctor in court was Meatball Morrissey’s clownish prosecutor, Adam Lally. They’re both accused of slow-walking evidence in the Myles King murder case in Milton.
Ironically enough, a day earlier, on Monday, Proctor was in front of the Civil Service Commission. Don’t laugh, but he’s trying to get his job back, using the tired “disparate treatment” argument – that he’s being treated differently than other all the other crooked state troopers who’ve gotten lugged recently.
Imagine that! How does he think Karen Read felt about her disparate treatment? Out of seven million people in Massachusetts who didn’t murder John O’Keefe, she was selected by the corrupt cops in Norfolk County to be framed for his murder.
Proctor is whining that he needs the disciplinary reports of all the other state cops who are jammed up. He claims the State Police aren’t turning the evidence over to him in a timely fashion.
You know, sort of like Proctor is accused to not turning over the evidence in the murder case where the guy (who’s probably very guilty) had to sit in jail for more than three years.
So it was okay for Proctor to not give a bleep about turning over evidence quickly, but now that he’s jammed up, Porky Proctor is screaming bloody murder because the MSP brass are stalling handing the evidence he claims he needs?
What goes around, comes around. Karma, Proctor, karma. It would take a heart of stone not to laugh.
I wonder if Proctor wants to see the records of how other state troopers were treated who were busted cold soliciting “gifts” to their wives after arresting an innocent woman to make sure the connected people would walk?
As badly as many state troopers have behaved in recent years, I’d bet not a single other one is on the record as soliciting such bribes, er gifts, especially in a murder case.
A murder case where an innocent woman was framed.
How about all the other state troopers who are on record fantasizing about their victims killing themselves? How have they been treated in their disciplinary hearings? Let me guess – Proctor’s again the only one who’s ever been busted for wishing his innocent victim killed herself.
How about all the other state troopers treated who got caught getting drunk in their cruisers with local cops? Don’t tell me there aren’t any.
Next up in Karen Read 3.0 is a hearing a week from today to unseal all of Meatball Morrissey’s secret texts in the Turtleboy frame up. Turtleboy already has those “salacious” texts, as he describes them, in his possession.
Once Turtleboy gets the okay from the judge to release them, there will be yet another torrent of comic gold about the corrupt Keystone Kops of Norfolk County. It’ll be a worse day for Meatball than yesterday was for Porky Proctor.
Meanwhile, Karen Read’s attorneys are putting the finishing touches on that Section 1983 civil rights case. It’ll be in federal court, so Karen Read won’t have to worry about Judge Beverly Cannone.
After Karen’s second acquittal in Cannone’s kangaroo court, the bloated judge got herself transferred to Plymouth County, where the O’Keefes’ lawsuit will be heard. It’s almost like Auntie Bev is stalking Karen Read.
Weren’t two criminal trials enough for Bev – making Read go through double jeopardy after her acquittal in last year’s trial, after sustaining 49 consecutive objections during Alan Jackson’s examination of one of his witnesses?
When it came to Karen Read’s evidence, Auntie Bev somehow decided that the word “exculpatory” in fact meant “excluded.”
Right now the judge in the O’Keefe civil lawsuit is Daniel O’Shea. He seems in good enough health, but what if he’s suddenly hit by a bus? Does Auntie Bev get to step in and reconvene her necktie party a few miles south?
Stay strong, Judge O’Shea. As for you, Porky Proctor, it’s just good to know that you’re not letting your legal travails and the end of your squalid career as a crooked cop affect your appetite in the slightest.
How’s that diet goin’?