Drama Of Warrantless Search, Traumatic Fright

Jennifer Laurence describes chaos of Deputies’ home invasion

Osceola, Hill County, Tx – When the deputies came, Emma’s mother was visiting a neighbor just down the road.

The teenager  had problems, and the history of dealing with traumatic stress didn’t help her cope with what was to come next, at about 9 pm on August 18, 2017.

Her mother said  over the phone that she would be back within 15 minutes, and when she asked the cops to wait, they refused. They said she was harboring a fugitive, a black man named Jimmy Garrett.

“They all graduated together with my kids,” says Ms. Laurence.

In her panic, Emma thought they were saying “harming” a fugitive. Emma repeatedly asked to see the warrant, and the cops said they don’t need one.

She and a visitor, Amelia Camacho, 20, tried to cope with the statement, repeatedly voicing their objections. Ms. Camacho’s little boy, a pre-school toddler, couldn’t get back to sleep. The video contains strong language, the smirking superiority of the uniformed officers, and a depiction of the powerless rage of two young women.

Neither of the young ladies would budge in their resolve to keep the police out of the house.

But it didn’t do much good.

Within minutes, the deputies jerked the knob off the back door; two of them strolled into the kitchen area and across the living room to unlock the front door for the other two.

The ensuing drama, caught on the shaky image of a video phone, reveals the intractable attitude of the lead Deputy, Matthew Quinn, who refused to wait. He insisted on searching. He went so far as to break into Mrs. Laurence’s bedroom with a butter knife. While they broke through that door, they turned off the lights inside the home repeatedly.

At that point, Quinn and another deputy accused Emma of invading the bedroom, herself. It’s a thorny issue between mother and daughter. She s heard to say, in an angry tone, “I’m a thief.”

Within minutes, when Ms. Laurence arrived home, the situation heated up, arguments flared, and the cops refused to say anything other than they needed no warrant, and would only give their names as they stood at the open doors, allowing the heat of the August night and swarms of mosquitos to enter the home.

Indeed, all these folks do know each other. A chief growth industry, the War On Drugs has been described by legal scholars as “the national preoccupation with drug enforcement.”

Who gets to do the enforcement, and how, is a paramount concern in all kinds of communities, big and small, rural and urban, throughout the U.S.

As it turns out, the politics of the Sheriff’s Office and local law enforcement have a common thread in the confrontation at the trailer home just outside the Osceola Community in the 1100 block on FM 934.

Ms. Laurence’s brother, Wade, is the ex-Chief of Police of the Covington Police Department, a community located just a few miles distant.

He, former officer Rodney Watson, who is the present Sheriff of Hill County, Andy Montgomery, who presently serves as Precinct County Commissioner, and the rest of the department experienced a shake-up when state authorities deprived Chief Laurence of his certification as a peace officer over a murky legal infraction, little understood by his sister.

It was at that point that Watson joined the Sheriff’s Office, and later filed for election following a stormy term during which the incumbent Sheriff withstood accusations of sexual harassment by female staffers. He was no-billed by a Grand Jury for that offense.

Ironically, faced with this brouhaha, Sheriff Watson signed an introduction to a Citizen Complaint Form that says, “We hold ourselves to high standards of conduct and the expectation is for our employees to always perform their duties with integrity, respect and in a professional manner. I realize that sometimes we will make mistakes…”

Mistake or not, a check with the Justice Courts shows that no affidavit of probable cause is filed for the search and seizure of Jimmy Garrett, or for the search of the premises on FM 934 at Osceola on August 18, 2017.

It was a dramatic production in which entry to the driveway leading to the home was blocked by the Deputies’ cruisers, requiring anyone arriving to walk the nearly hundred yards to the front door of the home.

For all the sturm und drang resulting, the incident has produced no formal record; the staff at the Sheriff’s Office has repeatedly told Ms. Laurence there is no such available.

She renewed her request in writing in a Public Information Act Request on Wednesday afternoon, April 18. The Jail Clerk on duty assured her that the organization has 10 days to either respond, or request a review by the Open Records Division of the Attorney General’s Office.

Naturally, none of this happened in a vacuum. Ms. Laurence admitted she has served time in the penitentiary for a narcotics violation, and recalled truthfully when asked if she was not a key witness in a federal trial of a local drug dealer and one of his associates that resulted in a 25-year sentence for both offenders.

While Courts have held that warrantless search and seizure is sometimes necessary to prevent the destruction of evidence, or protect the life of a person whose condition is life-threatening, or to retrieve a possibly loaded firearm that could be discovered by a burglar, the Supreme Court has never issued any clear-cut, comprehensive instructions as to what circumstances should be sufficient for evidentiary purposes.

The requirements of documentation vary from circuit to circuit, but generally, the rule is that everyone should enjoy the same degree of freedom from unreasonable search and seizure, no matter their location in the Republic, Montana to Mississippi, Miami to Waikiki.

In all cases, the Courts require a meticulous recital of the facts in support of the decision to make a warrantless entry to premises in order to defend against a motion to suppress the evidence thus obtained, or to hold that an arrest was illegal.

Curiously, for all their adamant refusal to allow the deputies the right to enter the premises without a warrant, once they were inside, the young women readily gave their permission to search – not just once, but at the threshold of each door the cops crossed to enter bedrooms, bathrooms, and a spare room.

There are no affidavits or statements available to document any of this, according to the meticulous records kept by Ms. Laurence. These include a time-line, statements, and records of messages left for the law enforcement officials, most of which have been ignored.

The one truly perceptive record on file is the quirky and chaotic video made by a pair of frightened young women.

At one point on the video, a deputy makes an obscene gesture with his hips and arms.

It was central to the dispute over the bedroom door being locked and their entry to search there.

In her statement, Emma wrote, “They were saying the mother’s bedroom door is locked and so I told them the reason why the door is locked is because I’m a thief. They stood there and I got mad and said it’s odd that I almost got sexually harassed again and one officer thrusted his hips several times toward me and I turned around asking Amelia if she recorded this…”

One is tempted to speculate if these are the circumstances the Congress of the United States of America sought to prevent in their crafting of the Fourth Amendment:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

High-flown and lofty as the language may be, it is only worth the ink an parchment upon which it is inscribed if cops and judges are not held to the rule of law.

So mote it be.

  • Legendary Jim





Case Law Supports Anti-Profiing Law Proposal

Austin – The cops in this town will partially disrobe you and take photos of your tats if you are riding a scooter.

That’s stone illegal, and there is a remedy for that.

Case law handed down by numerous courts holds this type of police conduct is a violation of the search and seizure provisions of the Fourth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.

Here is a legal brief on the subject by a practicing attorney with subject matter expertise from Las Vegas, Nevada:

Legendary News Services interviewed Mr. Stubbs on these cases, and he gave us a good working knowledge of the state of the law at this time. No doubt, it could be codified into statutory law in any state. Legislators know, or should know, that if they don’t stop this at this point, it will become a standard practice used by cops against all the people – maybe their own families.


STUBBS – In that case, 8 minutes. However, that’s not a firm time. Depends on the facts and circumstances. The question goes to the reasonableness of the officers.


I see, I didn’t know how to evaluate the statement of the Court: “In concluding that the de minimis intrusion here could be offset by the Government’s interest in stopping the flow of illegal drugs, the Eighth Circuit relied on Pennsylvania v. Mimms, 434 U. S. 106 . The Court reasoned in Mimms that the government’s “legitimate and weighty” interest in officer safety outweighed the “de minimis” additional intrusion of requiring a driver, lawfully stopped, to exit a vehicle, id., at 110–111. The officer-safety interest recognized in Mimms, however, stemmed from the danger to the officer associated with the traffic stop itself. On-scene investigation into other crimes, in contrast, detours from the officer’s traffic-control mission and therefore gains no support from Mimms.” So, we can figure 8 minutes in at least one SCOTUS holding is reasonable for a license and insurance check, proof of registration, to ensure safe vehicle operation on the public roadways. 

STUBBS – The purpose of exiting the vehicle is to get the suspects away from any potential weapons that might be in the vehicle. The police can also search the inside of the vehicle but not the trunk. The pat down is separate and distinct law.

There is a 2nd Circuit Case That said, 20 minutes was ok. Depends on the circumstances.

LEGENDARY – I see. Then accurate recall of circumstances and conditions are paramount in the question of evidentiary suppression. So noted. I totally thank you.


So mote it be.

  • Legendary

Rumor Of War – “G” Is Patching In Kinfolk

Keith Stefka testified under oath he was on his way to make a reservation at the Don Carlos Restaurant when this occurred

Reyna cited evidence that has yet to be introduced in the federal trial, including transcripts of the feds’ wiretap operation against Portillo, that Reyna says helps prove his office’s theory that members of the Bandidos traveled to Waco to confront members of a rival club, the Cossacks — resulting in the shootout. – Bandidos defense lawyer

San Antonio, T-E-X-A-S – The old timers on the spit and whittle bench, veterans of the fight – the same old fight, the one that never ends – always called the women, their wives and daughters, “the war department.”

Sit and listen long enough, and you’ll get it.

Watch while they talk; listen while you watch the squirrels find pecans and then run plant them next to the sidewalks and the foundations of the houses of government, so the tree that grows will uproot and crack the craftsman’s work, and you will learn what they mean.

Hitler, with his so-called “terror system,” made a huge miscalculation.

Just like an aging Cockney from the East End of London once told me, “The German men, they really went for Hitler, in a big way, I mean.”

Asked what the hell was he talking about, he replied, “Well, it’s plain, ain’t it? The prissy little uniforms, the strut and bother of it all, the funny moustache and the gestures? They just loved him. Just couldn’t get enough. Just went MAD for the bloke, din’t they?”

I learned later that this chap served Her Majesty helping clear dud Nazi bombs as an explosive ordnance disposal man, while his home burned around him throughout the auld sod. Sad story, but, oh, so true.

Quite simply, if you tell the same lie long enough, and it causes the women to have to change the way they prefer to live, they’re gonna call you on your bluff – and then they will demand of their men that they stand up and fight back, for their honor, and for the future of their babies.

Heart and soul, body and mind, it’s written on the wind – in big, red letters glowing in the dark.

Sooner or later, the war department will send that telegram, petition, letter of lavender and lace, text message, or video that says, essentially, the same thing.

In the family of primates, all this was worked out long ago in the Garden, where the naked She told the naked He, himself, “Son of a bitch, I’m cold.” He got the message, and it’s deeply ingrained in his fiber, branded in his primal soul.


The brethren over the hill, one foot on a banana peel, the other headed for the house at dinner time, all have one thing in common.

They, too, have received their greetings, at some point. The war department hath spoken in clear and ringing tones.

Some things are ne-er forgotten, at least, not in this lifetime.

The simple truth.

When the old line, dominant 1%er club arrived wearing red and gold patches to hear the good news from their man in the legislative lobby about what the hell happened to their $17 million “motorcycle safety fund” the bean counters had collected five bucks at a time from annual motorcycle registration fees, their sworn enemies were waiting; they had taken every available seat; parked in every available parking place; and they had an employee of the local government, a heavy equipment operator who works for a McLennan County Commissioner, standing on the corner, ready to signal the moment when the balloon went up and it was time to see the elephant.

Stupidly, the power people who brought you Twin Peaks with its overtones of ritual sacrifice and collusion with the forces from the other side, ruled in the beginning, as it were, that the men could have no access to McLennan County, could discuss none of this or associate with fellow members of clubs, on pain of being returned to the hoosegow under the same $1 million bond, set by a retired Highway Patrolman.

Vast miscalculation. Huge.

This left it to the women – the War Department – to caucus, cuss, discuss, rumor and cajole, fiddle and piddle, float theories and seek opinions and advice, one to another.

I pity the fool. Be assured, this committee of ladies have none. But I digress.

So mote it be.


The sisters are on the party line in the sky, the Internet of the Worldwide Web, talking back to the night.

The night is listening.

From Grayson County, on the border with Baja Kansas, the Indian Nation of Oklahoma, home of the red man, the story is told this way.

I’d like to know the profession of the Grayson County Kinfolks president. They came up in here and patched a dozen or so young kids in their 30’s

Heard little tidbits about war with Red and Gold and how bloody it’s going to be.

Heard say this president is a US Marshal…I don’t know his name. I don’t even know what he looks like.

I did a little trolling on some of my boys’ Facebook pages.

I know at least three of the new patches pretty well. They grew up with my kids.

At this point, may I interject, she appears to be a strawberry blonde in the dialect of red on the head.

Can your boy tell you the President’s name?

I can try, but this info came from a retired old school patch. I’m thinking a Vietnam Vet, but that’s just how I took the info. I’ve got a feeler out for P name.

There follows certain scatalogical comments about the Police..

They aren’t helping, it’s for sure.

No they aren’t and if they’ve done what I’m suspecting them to have done with the Kinfolk they are plotting more and more – and getting bolder by the day.

As they say back in old Virginny, from the Tidewater to the Blue Ridge, “She won’t happy…”

And then comes the clincher, the stinger, the point of all this rant:

That some LE threw on Kinfolk patches and enticed some local badboys to join a club hoping to add fuel to their already short fuses for somehing coming up”

If they’re going to use mine to stir the shit…

Feeling they will be patching over the unforgiven brethren and forever brothers too. I don’t think our banshees will patch over, but they are friendly. I’m not sure, I also found that oddd. I know several of the photos are from a benefit turned memorial for a local.

Banshees! Who would choose that name who is not, in fact, one and the same?

They are HA supporters.

And that’s all she wrote as she stepped out the door for the weekend, planning to “mingle” and check on her kids now grown to their thirties and bursting with bad boy juice and quickly approaching middle-aged crazy.

There you have it, that same tired old story about the Angels and their plans to do big things in the Lone Star State.

But it seems to work – every time.

So it goes.

So mote it be.

  • The Legendary

Another Mother Writes


San Antonio – The first thing a visitor to the John H. Wood, Jr., Courthouse is the Judge’s name emblazoned in giant letters on the huge buttressed pre-cast concrete cylinder.

The last thing one sees upon his exit is Maximum John’s solemn oil portrait, mounted at eye level, staring a person down as they walk, just to one’s left whilst treading between the velvet ropes to the automatic doors that give upon the Plaza of the Americas in Hemisfair Park, a world’s fair attraction in 1968, later converted into a convention center, sports complex, and federal judicial mall.

Wood succumbed to an assassin’s rifle bullet at his home one morning when a hit team hired by an El Paso drug lawyer facing a lifetime of prison over his drug dealing convictions acted on the vengeful order to kill him.

The building was originally a rear projection cinema theater of kaleidoscopic and panoramic mind-blowing proportions that resembled nothing so much as a cybernetic storm of images thrown against the wall at blinding speed to forecast a future of ultra-modern controls through computers, the technological innovations of the space race, and head-long confrontation of the burning issues of the day – urban decay, traffic congestion, pollution, civil unrest and outrightly riotous conditions, religious and ethnic observances of custom and ceremony – a whirlwind of blazing images that challenged the mind to a virtual media massage.

The audiences stood to view the extravaganza; they were encouraged to hold on tight to waist high railings to prevent vertigo should their sensory systems be overcome with the scattergun and rapid fire overload.

Since the entire project was meticulously managed by President Lyndon Johnson, the building contractors were most experienced in highway, bridge and dam construction. Concrete and steel forming architecture suggestive of the space race and the advent of satellite communications were the dominant themes – and their appearance, built in that hallowed year, 1967, was – well – far out. Out back of beyond and bide a wee in never never and the Village of Oz – massive, heroic, and predictive of an entire melding of North and South Americas into one cohesive hemisphere of free trade.

Yeah. For instance, the IBM pavilion featured keyboards where one typed in name, date of birth, and the physically descriptive items and was treated to a calculation of just how many seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months and years one had lived, how many times one’s heart had beat, how many breaths one had taken, and based on height and weight, how many calories had been consumed and expended by the bod.

Space, time, its description in future terms to the ordinary man needing to be brought up to speed, set in the midst of a massive military training, convalescence, and debarkation point for airmen and soldiers in need of a bright weekend spent with loved ones on their way to the war. Johnson was selling, pitching it hard, the entire enchilada. NAFTA, something that dove-tailed neatly with the next administration or two until the big wigs got it together, a borderless economy and coldly calculated present predicated on a future and a past controlled by the bean counting actuaries and their interpolation charts.

Times change. Today, it’s a grimly angular and drab no man’s land of barriers, security gates, fences, restricted parking areas, surveilled by cameras, patrolled by guards – just another part of the gulag, a way station on the prison industrial complex, cradle to grave.

The recent host city to the Final Four of March Madness in the NCAA basketball tourney, the watchword of late is, “The road ends here.”

Do tell.

Here, former Bandidos President Jeffrey Fay Pike and Vice President John Portillo are facing numerous counts of racketeering charges for operating an ongoing criminal enterprise involved in murder, extortion, dealing, prostitution, extortion, and a laundry list of predicate offenses committed in combination with a busload of witnesses who have entered pleas of guilt and are awaiting their allocution and sentencing for their self-admitted criminal convictions.

According to the one and only reporter who covers the proceedings, the defense counsel cross examine them under the same theme, every time. How many points  are you getting in return for all this?

A sojourn of Tuesday to Friday turned this scribbler into a world-weary bureaucrat.

One interesting lead pursued and stymied by the red tape of the proverbial federal case: FBI Special Agent Schuster testified that in his estimation, the motorcycle enthusiasts of the Confederation of Clubs and Independents, and cooperating organizations such as the Legislative Strike Force of the U.S. Defenders and the National Coalition of Motorcyclists have something in common with the Fee-Bees.

They operate pretty much the same way when they go to the Hill to try to win friends and influence people. At least, that’s what folks say Schuster said.

A quick check with the District Court Deputy Clerk – a lady named Priscilla who is as nice as pie and very helpful – the Court Reporter would call and let us know how to obtain confirmation of quote.

Ms. Alee – not sure of the spelling – left a message on the Legendary Answering Machine that said Schuster testified over three days, totaling 469 pages of transcript. They will be ready at the earliest in 30 days, and at a cost of $3.65 per page, the total bill to learn what the agent said is only – I have the envelope – $1,711.85.

It’s shame it doesn’t match the drapes.

What does all this have to do with Twin Peaks?


It was at a joint meeting of the Confederation of Clubs and Independents that the massacre of 9, wounding of 20, and the mass incarceration of nearly two hundred took place, resulting in one trial that ended in a hung jury – and none of it has anything to do with the RICO case against the Bandidos or the predicate offenses thereunto appertaining, saith the judge.

How did they put it in 1968?

Oh, yeah, I remember now. “Different strokes for different folks, different ways on different days. What every big woman need and every little woman want. More man to love.” Or something like that, straight out of the ashen atmosphere of Detroit.

So mote it be.

Beep beep.

  • The Legendary







It’s Always About The Gun

Waco – Cossack Wizard just couldn’t stop fiddling with his pistol. Surveillance video proves it.

It’s a common failing of the day of the gun. Guys just keep drawing attention to the fact that they’re carrying a concealed firearm by tugging at the shirt, adjusting the jacket, hitching up the trousers.

To a casual oberver, it looks like the guy just can’t believe he’s got it. The second and third – or an infinity of times – it appears he just can’t believe it’s still there.

An experienced pistolero with a track record for shutting down a bad scene before someone gets hurt knows – without a doubt – this dude is packing, and he’s getting ready to bust a cap. It’s the moment of truth, and this one just happened to get depicted on a surveillance camera.

And then came the decisive moment. Cossack Michael R. “Wizard” Kenes glanced up from his position sitting on a stool at a high table in the patio area of Twin Peaks Restaurant and noticed the bulbous lens of a closed circuit television camera.

When he did, the imagery shows, he quickly concealed his pistol, jerked his right hand off the grip and trigger guard, as if it was red hot and burned him. He grabbed his leather “cut” that identified him as a Sergeant at Arms in his charter, arranged it where the gun didn’t show, then looked at the camera, as if to check it was still watching.

There he sat for a few moments, thinking it over, before he got up and walked away. The cops would later find his gun in the saddle bag of a fellow Cossack’s yellow Victory Motorcycle.


When nine men lay dead, twenty more wounded and sent to the hospital, crime scene investigators found that pistol in the saddlebag of the yellow Victory Cossack Brian “Maverick” Logan parked not 10 feet from where Bandido Manuel “Candyman” lay dead, shot in the head and in the back by what the autopsy surgeon vaguely termed “medium caliber bullets.”

Brian Logan was one of the first to be released from his status in the “million dollar club” of 177 arrested on May 17, 2015, under a bond reduction to $25,000. The terms of the arrangement allowed him to leave the state and reside in Virginia with his mother, an attorney named Elizabeth Duvall, during his suspension as an American Airlines freight pilot with numerous FAA certifications.

He eventually absconded from his marriage and abandoned his home at Midlothian, Texas, then filed for divorce from his former wife.

Logan is one of the 58 defendants who have been either dismissed from their indictments by elected Criminal District Attorney Abel Reyna, or the charges refused for prosecution in favor of other cases in which there is a more likely prospect of conviction based on the amount of probable cause in the possession of the state.

As to the death of Bandido Candyman, a pathologist from the Southwest Institute of Forensic Science testified only to the fact that Candyman’s death had been ruled a homicide and that it was caused by gunshot wounds. The head wound is described as an elliptical, elongated hole made by a bullet that plowed through his brain and wound up in the muscular tissue of his neck. The bullet was so mangled, according to the autopsy report, that it could not be measured, tested, or identified as other than a totally deformed projectile with a copper jacket.

Any other evidence or testimony regarding the more technical aspects of how that came to be was adroitly blocked by the state through skillful concealment, withholding evidence through delay, or outright denial.

The investigators also found two other pistols in the saddle bag, one of them a nine millimeter Ruger P89.

The story of that pistol, the motorcycle, and its owner weave a fascinating web of intrigue.

It’s enough to make you shake, rattle and roll, and promise yourself not to get caught dead in crowds where hot tempers and bad blood are known to exist. At the risk of becoming a total poltroon, prudence speaks most loudly in the mind’s eye and in question of personal judgment.

Let’s go on from here.

Within minutes after the last shots were fired, the Cossacks’ old ladies who made the trip in cages left their safe space at Logan’s Steak House, just up the street from the Twin Peaks venue.

The ladies were organized by Yvonne Reeves, wife of Cossack Owen Reeves, a former member of the Aryan Circle prison clique, who along with her son was standing in the crowd that jumped the rail at the restaurant and got ready to confront the Bandidos when they rode up. She learned minutes after the gunfire stopped that her son lay dead, cut down by a bullet to the back of his head where he stood beside Owen Reeves during a confrontation with the Bandidos who had arrived on their bikes later, to be met with anger and gunfire

One lady recalls, “It was the first time we ever went to something that I didn’t ride in on his bike with him.”

She recalls that on the way to the COC meeting, they met up with others at a filling station and she was told to get in the car with them and stay with them until they were told to rejoin the men.

Like most people who showed up that day, she explains, she only knew what she needed to know in order to follow orders.

He grabbed me and hugged me and said, “If anything happens to me…” This was the first time the man ever behaved that way, she recalled, welling up, with a choked tone. “He said, ‘I love you.’”

The plan had been to go to the Cossacks’ Clubhouse at Seven Points, a community near Gun Barrel City and Mabank, Texas, on Cedar Creek Lake, to do some target practice. That was the reason the Cossacks explained to their old ladies why they were all carrying pistols, she recalls.

The Ruger 9 mm P89 sent the ATF on an east Texas trailer-park hopping trip, according to official records.

Under the interstate commerce clause of the enumerated powers of the Government outlined in Article 1, Section 8 of the Constitution, one of the items regulated in interstate and international commerce as well as among the Indian Tribes are firearms. From the moment a firearm is shipped, the bureau keeps accurate records of its transfer from seller to buyer, as well as any gift or inheritance through the use of ATF Form 4473.

The original trace shows that the weapon was recovered from Logan’s yellow Victory, that the original owner is a man named Justin Warren West who bought it at the Academy Store in Kilgore in 2006.

In a subsequent report of their investigation, Special Agents Keener and Nipper learned that West lost the pistol to pawn at Kilgore, Texas, in January of 2009, and it was sold in June of that year to Buford Wiley Shipley.

Shipley bought it for his ex-wife Doris and taught her to shoot it, and when they divorced, she purchased it from him took it with her.

When she bought a house at White Oak, Texas, her son Stephen Dudley, where she lived until January, 2015.

She lost track of the pistol at some point. The report says, “Doris SHIPLEY advised that she had not seen the pistol a while, but did have the pistol while she was living with Stephen DUDLEY, at his residence. Doris SHIPLEY stated that Stephen did not steal the pistol. Doris SHIPLEY stated that anything she had, Stephen DUDLEY was welcome to. Doris SHIPLEY stated that she assumed Stephen DUDLEY HAD THE PISTOL, since she had not seen it in a while.”

Not true. It was found in the saddle bag of Brian Logan’s yellow Victory.

Dudley had other problems. He had been injured in the “melee” the mainstream media insists on calling a straight-up gunfight at high noon on a Sunday in ultra-starchy, uptight, totally foot-washing Jerusalem-On-The-Brazos, Six Shooter Junction, Waco, Texas, home of the fighting Baylor Bears.

A knowledgeable observer who has combed through the two terrabytes – that is, two million documents – of information the state turned over on discovery put it this way:

Here are the known, i.e., public facts. The cossacks arrived first and took all parking in front of twin peaks. The 9mm was one of 3 guns recovered from that saddle bag. the weapon in question had a mixture of at least 3 different individuals. there has been NO report of any comparison testing even though the DA took DNA from everyone. It is a helluva circumstantial case against the owner of the bike, but it is just as plausible that the real killer put the weapon in the saddle bag after the fact.

Who had the most to gain?

It so happens that the owner of the yellow bike, Brian Logan, when released from his charges, was able to arrange his reinstatement with American Airlines and has negotiated compensation for the pay he lost during the hiatus to his professional career in aviation.

Said our confidential source on the day the charges against Logan and 12 others were dismissed, the indictments against another 24 refused, “Abel Reyna just let the owner of the yellow Victory go.”

Any hankering for further information is not a reasonable expectation in view of the Fifth Amendment’s protection against double jeopardy.

The amendment states, in part, “…nor shall any person be subject for the same offence to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb, nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use without just compensation.”

So mote it be.

  • The Legendary

Brian Logan at the co-pilot controls of a multi-engine jet aircraft…

Three Guns In A Saddlebag


Yellow Victory Motorcycle (L) held murder weapons; the evidence was withheld in the only trial to occur in the Twin Peaks massacre. Bandido Manuel “Candyman” Rodriguez’ body is 10 feet to its right…

San Antonio – The dude whose saddlebags held the murder weapon that very likely killed Bandido Manuel Rodriguez walked away from a murder and aggravated assault charge for the gunplay at Twin Peaks.

So did other suspects for whom police developed strong leads to arrest for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, but then neglected to do so in favor of the encouragement of a perfect – or that is, imperfect – storm at a crowded restaurant on a Sunday after church in an area shopping mall, the Central Texas Market Place, located at I-35 and Hwy 6.

The elected Criminal District Attorney dismissed his charge of engaging in organized criminal activity in connection with capital murder and aggravated assault just the other day. Good as green stamps and Bitcoin, that set of walking papers; the man could have been sentenced to anywhere from 15 to 99 years had he been convicted.

Why? Why all this? At a time like this?

As the federal RICO trial of Bandidos Jeff Pike and John Portillo plods along in this city, evidence withheld during the only murder trial to take place so far – that of Bandido Jake Carrizal at Waco – tells the true tale of the double-cross ambush, the L-Shaped mercenary attack by Cossacks while the cops stood by and watched from an L-shaped ambush position of their own.

That action followed a swift retaliatory rifle attack by militarized policemen armed with bullet-resistant armor and Kevlar helmets and wielding AR-15 5.56 caliber copper-jacketed NATO rounds.

All that – and a bag of chips – and it was all over in 45 seconds. Nine lay dead; twenty suffered gunshot wounds and the abrasions, lacerations, contusions and blunt force trauma of full-speed, no pads, hand-to-hand combat. In less than 5 minutes, the soldiers had the throng of nearly 300 souls on their faces, subdued, and were busy collecting boots, billfolds, pocket knives and – PHONES.

Same same as VC war diaries or dispatch records from radiotelephone operators, written orders, or military ID and snapshots.

The authorities clearly held off in favor of a massive intelligence operation – sweep and contain, rather than search and destroy – the people arrested held under a million dollars bond until reduction by a judge, and  thus controlled for nearly three years until the federal prosecution of the targeted club, Bandidos, U.S.A., is well underway.

Jurors didn’t buy the state’s theory of prosecution in the case tried against Bandido Jacke Carrizal,  which ended in a mistrial, though motorcycle “gang experts” of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives held forth from the witness stand for two solid weeks about other clubs, other murders other massacres – all of which took place long ago, in places far, far away from Six Shooter Junction.

They say when the Bureau grows up to be as big as the FBI, they will add Land, Cattle and Bibles to its jurisdiction. But, who are they to talk, whoever they turn out to be?

There is solid evidence to suggest that federal authorities stimulated actions by the Texas Department of Public Safety, “gang experts” trained in seminars at police academies who work for municipal police, and members of prison cliques who ride to live and live to ride – all of them acting as agent provocateurs.

What’s under the table, swept under the rug?

The international border with Mexico, once buffered by 150 miles of cactus, scorpions, rattlesnakes, vicious, marauding have nots, a scorching sun, ankle deep sands and brush with thorns long enough to sew buffalo hide, has expanded to at least twice at wide.


“322,” Logo of the Skull and Bones Society, Yale University 

Let’s start with a tale of two  filling stations, both deadly combat assaults carried out under extremely hazardous conditions  on the auspicious date of 3/22/15; neither redressed by arrest or charges, and one of them located at the at the 322 mile marker on Interstate 35, at Lorena, Texas.

Federal prosecutors announced at the onset of the RICO (racketeer influenced or corrupt organizations) trial that the litigation at hand is not about Twin Peaks, but it’s about an ongoing criminal enterprise operated by an “outlaw motorcycle gang” as defined by the Department of Justice.

There a select number of Presidents who have a background in this exclusive group, Skull and Bones, a large sampling of financial, legal, government service and financial executives who are members, and a preponderance of the top echelons of the clandestine national security community. The nation’s top spies seem to come from the ranks of this exclusive club, and they like to arrange their clandestine deeds of ritual trauma on numerically auspicious dates and at locations of notable symbolic significance. For instance, 3+2=5, 5+2=7; 7×5=35, if you are so inclined to take that meaning.

Throughout the winter and early spring of 2015, the Joint Special Operations Command had planted stories that generated a great deal of publicity about a hands-on special operations training called JADE HELM 15. It’s a systematic exercise operated under an artificial intelligence program called JADE2, a product developed by defense contractor Raytheon. An on-scene commander at a remote Fusion Center has complete contact through satellite surveillance, mobile data terminals, radio surveillance, aerial reconnaissance, and boots on the ground. The software can make suggestions and recommendations in real time through the coordination of all known information and observations.

Operations took place throughout the state.

There is a pattern of no official reaction to the violent deeds of targeted organizations in conflict in the border regions of the continental U.S.

When the evidence of that pronounced pattern comes up in the federal RICO trial, it receives special handling and an omission of the full facts.

For instance, regarding the discovery of evidence in the case against the former President and Vice President of Bandidos, U.S.A., a co-counsel for the defense said the evidence turned over by the prosecution was complete up to the beginning of the Twin Peaks incidents, and there it stopped. In the days following the Twin Peaks violence at Waco, the discovery of witness statements and documentation of racketeering resumed where the timeline had been bare during the Twin Peaks investigation.

CERTAIN DOCUMENTS have come sailing over the transom at The Legendary that tell the full facts of how the alleged perpetrators at Gordon, Texas, who lacerated  with hammers and chains the scalp of a Cossack at the Bar-B Truck Stop, and the serious injuries to a Bandido’s head in the middle of the southbound traffic lanes at the 322 mile marker at Lorena, Texas, have been allowed to slip away and not face the music for their deeds.

The narratives don’t sound much different than the vaudeville scripts produced at the Laotian border, the Golan Heights, Gaza Strip, Afghani-Pakistani border, or any other border buffer where folks are looking to dominate the scene.

The net net: In these deadly attacks, police have arrested no one.

The Bar-B is located only a couple of miles from the Cossacks’ club house at Mingus on I-20, well on the way from Cowtown to Abilene, in Palo Pinto County.

A few minutes after 1 p.m Cossack Arthur David Young, 37, wheeled into the truck stop to get gas for his scoot.

His old lady, April Michelle Davis, went inside to pay for the fuel, and while she waited, dudes spilled out of three vehicles to beat up Young. One came inside and told the clerk, Kimberly Dawn Winblad, to turn off the emergency shut off valve.

She said no to that idea, so whoever he was found the emergency valve on his own and shut it off.

In a private interview, a biker who claims he has been confronted similarly in filling station brawls said he routinely keeps his butane lighter in hand while he fills the tanks of his hog. That’s why it’s standard practice to have someone go shut off the emergency valve before the festivities start.

Young said “about 20” bikers came tumbling out of three vehicles and told him to take off his vest with the Cossacks patch and Texas rocker arm.

When he refused, they started hitting his head with a hammer, left him bleeding.

After the cops arrived, they found two phones and took them to a DPS lab to have the data dumped. As it turned out, the pictures and texts indicated their owners are both members of the Villistas Motorcycle Club named Justin Dewayne Malloy and Michael David Dawson. When they located them at San Angelo, they admitted to being at Gordon, but declined to give statements without a lawyer present.

Nevertheless, the public learned from law enforcement that it was the dreaded Bandidos who whipped up on the Cossack’s head with a hammer. No proof, no positive ID, just the word of folks who would swear the Bandidos caused global warming and the Kennedy assassination, even though they didn’t form until 1966.

A couple of hours later, at the 322 mile marker in Lorena, Texas, just a few miles south of the I-35 and Highway 6 spaghetti bowl, Bandido Rolando Campos, 42,  and his father were on their hogs headed from Cowtown to San Antonio.

From “out of nowhere,” he told Officer Lorena Police Peter Rivas, 10 guys forced him in slow traffic into the barrier of a construction zone and knocked him off his bike.

That’s when about 10 guys jumped him and beat him with pipes and chains. Witnesses said they saw him laying in the middle of the road, face down, as the assailants beat it in their pickup trucks.

After the beating, when they arrived, police recovered a long black flashlight and a seven-round magazine for a 9 mm pistol dropped in the road.

As the investigation progressed, Lorena cops learned that a witness identified Cossack Roland C. Hawes, 30, a 300-pound biker from Bellmead with a bushy black beard.

He is one of 13 indicted in the Twin Peaks debacle released from prosecution by Elected Criminal District Attorney Abel Reyna when numerous members of his staff were subpoenaed to testify at a disqualification hearing about their coming forward to a federal investigator with information about his influence peddling, dropping cases for campaign contributions, and mishandling of drug evidence.

When Waco Gang Unit Detective Jeff Rogers, who showed up to testify at the trial of Jake Carrizal with no notes, no recollection of the specifics, and no way to give any really firm answers, apprehended the information, he urged the top echelon of the department’s brass to visit the local Cossack chapter to encourage them to attend the May 17, 2015 Confederation of Clubs meeting at the Twin Peaks Restaurant in order to try to make peace.

The recommendation received wide recognition from area law enforcement officials, as evinced in this memo authored by Dustin Losack.


Book’em, Danno.

So mote it be.

  • The Legendary

An eyewitness snapped this picture of Rolando Campos as he was forced out of the line of traffic and into a traffic barrier on Hwy 6




Cops Let Cossacks Fade Away In Toy Run Rumble

Wise County – There’s clear cut evidence available to show a pattern of behavior by motorcycle clubs who have targeted the Bandidos in a bid for dominance. 

What’s more, circumstances of record show that the police agencies involved, federal, state and local have exhibited a pattern of allowing Cossacks, Win”s Crew, and Ghost Riders to walk away form deadly and assaultive episodes without criminal charges.

A cache a hundreds of photos snapped at a December 10, 2014, toy run reveals the intelligence that nearly a hundred Cossacks converged to rumble the Red and Gold Nation.

According to an internet surfer who ran across the files while looking up some facts, “They went there to attack the Bandidos. The Cossacks were 60 deep. It’s literally the same line-up as the Waco shoot-out.” That person, fearing retaliation, requested anonymity, but said, “We need to publish this information before the next trial comes up.”

Some Cossacks came from as far as 400 miles away as elements of their chapters converged:

They didn’t have many toys on their sleds. Things didn’t work out according to plan. The Bandits were all at a funeral, and the Black and Gold settled for kicking and stomping a Red and Gold support club member of the Lost Riders as more than 1,000 bikers congregated in a downtown area.

Lost Riders wearing red and gold show the post stomping 1,000-yard stare of men who literally fought for their lives in the recent past few minutes. 

When police broke up the fight, according to Lt. Art Ferguson of the Wise County Sheriff’s Office, the officers allowed the antagonists to slip away into the crowd.

The cops made no arrests – just as the Waco Police were prepared to do at the Twin Peaks gunfight in May, 2015. After they had been classified and identified, red and gold members loaded onto city buses and headed for the Lacy-Lakeview cop shop north of town, and black and gold members were loading to be transported to Lorena, just beyond the southern outskirts of Waco.


The Cossacks weren’t alone. Elements of the Wino’s Crew and Ghost Riders Motorcycle Clubs were present.

Key participants included Wade and Megan Smith, who five days later on December 14 were involved in the gunfight between the Bandits and the Cossacks and Winos and Ghost Riders at the Gators’ Crowd Inn in Cowtown. One man died when those clubs opened fire on the Bandidos who had arrived for drinks. 

The Ft. Worth cops made no arrests at the scene, confiscated no weapons, conducted no gunshot residue tests, and have arrested only Bandits, the first trial of which resulted in a 40-year sentence for the Ft. Worth Chapter President Howard “Drifter” Baker.

They were joined by Owen and Yvonne Reeves of the Bruceville-Eddy Cossacks turned Nomads, who became 1%er’s once they exited the national Cossacks hierarchy following the debacle of May 17, 2015, at the Twin Peaks Restaurant in Waco.

In both cases, the toy run and the Waco blood bath, the organized behavior of the assailants was the same.

They arrived a half-hour early, and during the registration time at Wise County, and prior to the arrival of the Red and Gold, they got in a position to attack.

In the Waco 155 indictments, most dismissals of cases have been for those affiliated with the black and gold. No red and gold cases have been dismissed.

Following a dismal trial of Dallas Bandidos Chapter President Jake Carrizal that ended in a hung jury, the elected Criminal District Attorney Abel Reyna has dropped more than 50 of the cases rather than face members of his own staff testifying as to their participation in a federal probe of his alleged legal violations and perjury in the Twin Peaks cases, drug arrests, and DWI prosecutions…

Abel Reyna, lame duck McLennan County District Atorney

Rights Matter All The Time


WACO – The bedrock, foundation stone, must do, can’t fail job when it comes to national security is to keep the kids alive and safe and well – no exceptions, says the young woman who is challenging Precinct 1, Place 2 Justice of the Peace Walter “Pete” Peterson.

If that’s not a national security issue, the most important one of all, then, well, you know…

Judge Peterson has an interesting judicial track record.

He has never once faced an opponent in an election.

The judicial delegation in the highly gerrymandered Constable and Justice of the Peace Precinct 1 were both appointed to their benches in 2014 at the expense of others who had won their elections.

Two precincts were eliminated. Judge Dianne Hensley in Place 1, Precinct 1 was appointed after Judge Kristi DeCluitt, a qualified practicing attorney, got passed over by the Commissioners Court in favor of Hensley.

Peterson accepted his appointment following the resignation of Judge Billy Martin, a former DEA agent. Neither he, nor Judge Hensley, are trained in the law.

The Libertarian candidate for the Place 2 slot is Lauren Daugherty, a young lady who has served that party as developmental director on a national level. Their credo:” The rights of everyone matter all the time – no exceptions.”

Now, what does that mean?

It means in part that if a DA or a police officer bring a Justice Court an affidavit of probable cause that does not tell with specific detail the reason for the request for arrest or warrant of search, the judge has no reason to sign the instrument.

That’s what Peterson did; then he set the bond on nearly 200 people at $1 million in order to “send a message.”

That’s not only not fair, it’s illegal.

With that bluff message, Ms. Daugherty, the mother of little ones, intends to beat the man at the ballot box, where the good old boy system only goes so far.

By the way, why do the Libertarians caucus and convention at the Colin Street Bakery on I-35, Bellmead. Because, says Ms. Daugherty, it’s not illegal to carry a weapon, holstered or concealed on the premises. Mad men, the prevalence of armed shooters, the frequency of shots fired – the likelihood of victimhood when and where arms are not allowed for self defense. If you take her meaning. How’s that for national security?


She is depicted above with Heather Cash, similarly the mommie of a tribe of little fellers, and they represent a small part of the National Security apparatus at its most basic level.

Of course, Daugherty is a Master of Science in the subject of National Security, a knotty and complicated subject since 9/11, what with the Patriot Act and its virtual elimination of the basic tenets of the rights of man – the writ of habeas corpus, the right to confront accusers and know the evidence to be used, the right to a speedy trial, reasonable bail, representation by counsel, a trial by jury of one’s peers.

Little things matter. Then there are cruel and unusual conditions of incarceration – such as – does one have a right to the medication prescribed by a doctor when locked up in a jail?

They don’t in McLennan County. The problem raises its ugly head any time one’s relatives are in jail. The system just can’t wrap its pointed little head around the issue. In the hour-long interview that follows, that and many other issues are under discussion.

Some people have not gotten their wedding bands back following their arrest on May 17, 2015, most have never seen their phones again – anyone with a motorcycle or car under the terms of finance lost their property forthwith, just because they were accused of the vague offense of “engaging in organized criminal activity.”

So far, nearly a quarter of third of those so indicted have been released from their charge, with the cute little provision that though probable cause still exists, they are released for the non whilst the system pursues charges against those who are more likely to be convicted.

Say what?

Yeah, that’s what it says here.

The truth is, the Justice of the Peace who signed all those affidavits of probable cause could have stopped the music, the dance that led to a huge mass of civil rights litigation in the federal court system by saying, now, wait a minute. This instrument is fatally flawed. I won’t sign it.

This lady has a lot to say about that.

Listen to the discussion. You need an hour and an open mind and the ability to ask, “What if?” It will take the ability to swallow some pride – false pride, the kind that makes a big lump in one’s throat when you see a courageous person stand up and defy tyranny.

This lady tried to be an officer in the Marine Corps. She didn’t make it, but she tried.

Let’s give her the respect she deserves. Hear this.

So mote it be.

  • Legendary


Justice of the Peace Precinct 1 – everything in orange – (click for size)


These People Get What It Is

Lauren Daugherty, JP Candidate for Judge Pete Peterson’s Seat

Six Shooter Junction – Young Ms. Daugherty sustained an injury at the Marine Corps Officers Training Depot, Quantico, Virginia, and with two Masters Degrees to her credit, her career as an officer and a gentlewoman sidetracked, she became involved in Libertarian Party politics.

One degree is in government, earned at Johns Hopkins University, the other, in national security, bestowed by “another university” she did not name.

She says she was “appalled” to learn that the Justice of the Peace in Precinct One, Place Two, The Honorable Pete Peterson, was the one who set bail of one million dollars on nearly two hundred people who were by and large guilty of having lunch at a restaurant on May 17, 2015 – Twin Peaks.

There is no way that is legal or constitutional, she declared in a brief interview. following the precinct convention she chaired on Tuesday.

The order of business marched down the page of her outline with the precision of a drill on a parade ground, and precisely on the stroke of one hour, she adjourned with delegates from each of 13 precincts to the County Convention, to be held on Saturday at the Colin Street Bakery in Bellmead.

It’s all about becoming the person and the politics she wants to be.

If the Republicans can’t field an opponent in the primary, the Democrats decline to do the job of the loyal opposition, then she will step forward to take the challenge.

Judge Peterson has to go.

Legal experience?

Let’s put it this way. First, the delegates certified their eligibility with picture ID and voter registration cards; next, they signed affidavits they had not committed a class C misdemeanor by voting in another party’s primary, then casting a ballot in the Libertarian convention; in a final order of business, she constructed the roster of delegates to the convention, and obtained commitment from those who attend to go to Houston on April 13-15 at the State Convention, to be held at the Hilton, Westchester.

The details are to be found on the party’s website – lptexas.org – including each convention and all the rules and fees to attend.

The politics? Try this on for size. David Reich, a delegate, said he went to the McLennan County Elections Office and paid $58 for the financial report on the campaign contributions Abel Reyna received, and the records of how he spent the money.

“You learn a lot from that kind of thing,” he said, bearishly. As to the records, “No one cares, as long as you lose. If you win, everybody cares!” All agreed heartily. Many remarked it was a shame it costs $58 to learn what taxpayers have previously paid to record the facts contained therein.

When the appointed hour to adjourn arrived, she declared the convention closed on the stroke of 8 p.m.

How’s that for organized?

How is 13 for an portentous number?

Does it fit the cut of your jib?

We will be hearing more from her. She needs the help of bikers from throughout the state to replace Pete Peterson, the man who signed away their rights under the U.S. and Texas Constitutions, acting as the magistrate in an insult to Liberty, as She Walked on May 17, 2015.

Watch these columns for more about this critical race.

All hail!

I have spoken.

I am sincere.

So mote it be.

  • The Legendary

Now, hear this:



Ordeal Running, Standing

Photo Montage by Frank Villa, a native of Presidio, Texas

“YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN MADNESS, EH?                                                         “I DON’T, AT ALL. I KNOW BETTER THAN TO FOOL WITH IT.    “SO WHAT YOU DO…                                                                                                  “SO WHAT YOU DO IS GO ON BY IT. WHAT YOU DO IS GET DONE WHAT YOU OUGHT TO BE DOING. AND WHAT YOU DO RARELY – AND I MEAN RARELY – IS TO FLIRT WITH IT.” – JAMES DICKEY, DELIVERANCE

Somewhere in Occupied Coahuila – The words came from the tobacco country of the Carolinas. burning off the Facebook page.

People from as far away as other continents are beginning to observe all this, because it’s important. When there is great friction on the Texas – Mexican border, there historically war follows close behind.

But Shaun Kane, who hails from Massachusetts, said he learned early in his career as a student of martial arts that once an opponent is down – and out – “…you finish him.”

He didn’t bother to elaborate.

The tattoos, the deep tan, the subject at hand – all speak of a warrior’s code. Common sense prevails.

This man Abel Reyna, the elected Criminal District Attorney, has come adrift from his moorings, his oath to the Constitution, to uphold and protect its tenets, from all enemies, foreign and domestic.

A trusted servant, he neglected to touch the bases of the grand experiment set in motion by Franklin and Jefferson, Madison and Adams, Hamilton and Washington.

He ignored the guarantees of a republican form of government as his actions spoke in loud tones of the imperial, the cruel dictates of the tyrant.

As a spectator, I happened to be seated in the very back row of the cavernous basement auxiliary courtroom in the Courthouse Annex. A multipurpose room that serves as a court or a jury assembly room, as needed, its floor area covers nearly half a city block.

Next to me sat a mild-mannered, soft-spoken man from the Office of the Attorney General, an Assistant To Ken Paxton, who was compelled as all were to stand, then be seated when the bailiff called, “All rise,” and 54th Criminal District Judge Matt Johnson and his entourage of Court Reporter, nearly a half dozen staff members of the prosecution, two defense attorneys, and the defendant trooped in and out of a jury room during the laborious process of the deselection of literally hundreds of veniremen in the trial of Bandido Jake Carrizal of Dallas.

“Please be seated,” Judge Johnson would intone.

This was during that unhappy period of the fall when the great media distraction presented on any given Sunday or Monday night consisted of professional football players refusing to stand for our National Anthem, and rather, “taking a knee.”

This consistent action on the part of hundreds had the effect of turnomh the mere formality observed in courtrooms of a normal size into the majestic observance of power that it really and truly is, something lurking in the consciousness of any auld sod, the cavernous hall, the halberds, armored soldiers, the endless rigamarole of the introduction of nobility.

Wag that I am, I turned to my companion of the morning and said, “What if we all just took a knee?”

In a moment I shall never forget, we both turned into simpering school boys in attendance at an assembly suffered at length, smiling behind our hands, looking at the ceiling, trying to maintain our composure – at least until recess, when we could escape into the gorgeous weather of a crisp Texas prairie autumn day.

He said, “Let’s not go there, Mr. Parks. Just – don’t.”

The very idea! To be caught dead with the likes of the Legendary acting out his antics in an arena wherein they play for blood – for life and liberty.

And so, it came as no surprise when the Office of the Attorney General announced recently that their staff is busy with weighty matters of consequence and has no time to prosecute the nearly two hundred indictments obtained by Abel Reyna, a man whom a visiting Judge from Harris County told, if he could, he surely would have him placed in handcuffs and taken to jail.

There is abundant evidence of his commission of aggravated perjury from the witness stand; the Assistant Attorney General of whom I speak was surreptitiously recorded recounting the various acts of tampering with evidence he could document personally, and the entire defense bar is calling for relief.

And, yet, the officials to whom this dread task – removing a disgraced and clearly culpable official from the practice of law in the face of mountains of evidence of his ill will for We The People – continue to dither and stall.

They seem to think they can afford to wait until January 1, when a new District Attorney will take over.

When will this “typical city” emerge from its hideous day dream and take action? There stands the opponent, now defeated, dismissed from the courtroom by a substitute judge who refused to take any real action in the matter at hand, humiliated, angered, a pilloried man in a desperate situation.

Do you really propose to turn over the peace and dignity of The People of the State of Texas to this unsound set of circumstances?

Meanwhile, your courts are teeming with minor offenders charged with the horrendous crimes of driving while license suspended, or with insurance lapsed, intoxicated, possession of a small amount of dope – to a man or a woman they are people serving time for the crime on not having enough money to remedy the situation.

It’s a matter of record that in a pre-trial intervention program, Reyna allowed defendants charged with assaulting police officers and committing indecent acts with children to walk away with no charges.

His lenience toward campaign contributors is the subject of a federal probe initiated by his former First Assistant District Attorney, who approached the Texas Rangers first, but soon learned that they can do nothing unless the investigation is approved by Reyna. He chose the FBI, and the file has languished there for years.

Women have lost their lives because the peace officers charged with the arrest of of their assailants ignored the warrants issued and perished trying to defend themselves from men who clearly had violent intentions toward them.

The entire top rank of leadership of the City of Waco has experienced a turnover, all of them reportedly “sworn to secrecy” about the matters that have ensued since two private armies clashed in armed conflict on a Sunday noon at a beer garden in this city.

One is compelled to think of the police and the Department of Public Safety officers who allowed Reyna to take over the investigation of a horrible criminal incident without the slightest protest.

No one with any credible authority has made mention of this. Nor has a badged, commissioned, hip slung, holster-slapping daddy-o one made an arrest or filed a meaningful report about how three pickup loads of men curbed a motorcyclist at the 322 mile marker on I-35 at Lorena and beat his head bloody with hammers and pieces of pipe. Not one arrest has been made.

There has not been much mention of the police investigation of young ladies who suffered aggravated sexual assault by privileged members of an elite class of Baylor students, members of the football program, the farm team system of the NFL. The accredited police department at Baylor let it slide, as did the upper management of that institution, the largest religious university in the nation. Where were the investigators?

The Texas Rangers are reportedly standing by to make the cases the evidence supports, but, according to credible and reliable sources, they have not obtained the green light from Reyna to do so.

It is clear that sources of power outside the local environs of McLennan County are waiting to see what the local leadership is prepared to do before stepping into the quagmire.

Grow a spine, Waco. Think of your children.