‘To confirm if I saw what I saw’ – in one fell swoop…

Tiffany Walters, corrections officer who leaked the ‘hold harmless’ agreement in exchange for Twin Peaks bail reduction 2 years ago…

DON’T ELECT A CLOWN IF YOU’RE NOT EXPECTING A CIRCUS  – Clint Broden, Attorney at Law

Austin – Passing mile stones reminds one that all roads lead to Rome, and the reminiscence thereof clarifies the adage that the first will be last; the last will come first.

And so, shortly before midnight on May 17, 2017, the expiration of the deadline to file federal civil complaints under civil rights violations, the attorneys who have filed the most suits against the tyrants who served as stage managers for the cassus belli in the opening skirmish of Waco’s war on freedom for those with the pure dee temerity to rise up in the stirrups of their iron steeds and demand a toe hold in the councils of power announced their last filing just minutes before their last chance to toe the mark on behalf of the defendant who has demanded longer and more loudly than any other his day in court.

Lest we forget, the Confederation of Clubs and Independents meeting scheduled for 1 p.m. on May 17, 2015 at Twin Peaks Restaurant, Waco, was a gathering of motorcycle enthusiasts hell bent on 1) knowing what the hell was going on in the Legislature then in session, and 2) exercising their God given right freely assemble to petition the government for redress of grievances, as provided by the U.S. and Texas Constitutions.

Tell it like t’is.

The first civil rights lawsuit was filed by Matthew Clendennen on May 29, 2015. I just got back from Don Tittle’s office where we filed what is likely the last one at 10:45 pm for Cody Ledbetter…By my count, 131 plaintiffs filed civil rights lawsuits arising out of Twin Peaks. Don Tittle filed 118 of those complaints and I am co-counsel with him on 49 of those 118.” wrote Clint Broden on his Facebook page, an announcement forwarded to motorcycle enthusiasts throughout the area.

Folks will remember Don Tittle as the attorney who took McLennan County Sheriff Parnell McNamara to the wood shed in the early days of his administration under the same civil rights authority afforded by the Title of the same U.S. Code, a law that hit the books during Reconstruction times to guarantee certain parties politically disenfranchised their basic human rights as guaranteed by the Constitution.

McNamara had dismissed some deputies as at-will employees and reduced the responsibilities and pay of others because they helped his rival in the primary race of 2012 put up signs and electioneered against his candidacy.

None of those causes are really and truly illlegal, nor is there legal culpability on the part of any man who erects signs, distributes literature, freely speaks his mind or of his political preferences – though it may be – ah – inexpedient and not at all prudent to talk about his religion in public, and never in a Texas beer joint.

At will employment means that with each re-election of a public official, his employees either write a letter of resignation, which is filed away undated, or it is understood that if the office holder has nothing for them, he is perfectly within his rights to relieve them of all their responsibilities to his office.

Friend McNamara misunderstood and the plaintiffs represented collected several million in damages, in some cases kept their jobs, and in others went on to bigger and better things.

Selah.

And so, as it were, Ledbetter, whose broken arm was in a cast as he watched the events of the “melee” at Twin Peaks unfold and watched in horror as his father’s life blood spilled onto the sidewalk through a quarter-inch bullet hole, has offered the defense through his attorneys, in association with Looney & Conrad of Hempstead, that he actually took no part in the ultra-violent fracas and took no part in anything resembling organized criminal activity, as charged in an identical instrument with those of 177 others arrested that day, their bail amount set at $1 million in order to “send a message.”

He merely avoided the same or similar fate as suffered by his father by obeying police instructions, gave a witness statement clad in zip ties after laying upon the floor of and impromptu prison fashioned from the Waco Convention Center, and the rest is history.

The Honorable 19th Criminal District Court Judge Ralph T. Strother gave him a trial date at one point, then withdrew the order without informing his counsel.

Why the delay?

The Criminal District Attorney Abel Reyna insisted through ex parte communication with the Court that he be given more time to gather and disseminate exculpatory information to the defendants, a delay that has now extended past the two year deadline for filing a civil rights action in federal court.

The Sixth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution guarantees, among other things, a speedy trial. 

The Texas Court of Criminal Appeals affirmed an appeal of the Waco 10th District Court of Appeals ordering a speedy trial date. Ledbetter’s attorney, Paul Looney, ventured the opinion that “having viewed no inculpatory evidence, we don’t really care about exculpatory evidence.”

That is one of the main points of the civil rights suits filed by Twin Peaks defendants in the U.S. District Court at Austin.

There is no real evidence to support the allegation, that the defendants did, indeed, engage in organized criminal activity.

It is simply and totally legal for a man and his family to attend a political meeting in order to get information about what is happening at the Legislature’s latest session. It is illegal for a man to jerk out his six shooter in a beer joint and get ignert with the trigger.

But, then, you see, Ledbetter is not so charged, and what’s more, the charge would be either murder, capital murder, aggravated assault, mayhem, disorderly conduct, negligent homicide, or all the other stuff these hooligans and philistines think it’s so cute to persuade defendants to accept as a charge in a so-called plea bargain. Such a deal. It’s not what really happened, and it never really happened, anyway, because the person accepting the “bargain” simply didn’t do it.

In some cases, no one did it because it never really happened. Don’t dare laugh. There’s a law against that, too, at least while court is in session.

And that is why what is written is so all-fired important in this world.

Period.

Paragraph.

Many more constitutional arguments accompany Cody Ledbetter’s protest of the violation of his civil rights by the FBI, the Texas Department of Public Safety, The Waco Chief of Police, the arresting officers, and they make interesting reading in the lawsuits filed, all of which center on the same arguments since they complain of the same abuses of the civil rights guaranteed by the Constitution and its Bill of Rights.

Lake Murders: Answer due in suit seeking wrongful death determination

I want you to understand I speak the truth when I say I didn’t kill your kids, anyone. Honestly, I have not killed anyone. I wish you could get the rage from your hearts and you could see the truth and get rid of the hatred.” –  David Wayne Spence’s last words before his execution

Austin – David Wayne Spence died in the execution chamber protesting his innocence in April, 1997 for the July 1982 murder of three teens at Lake Waco. New evidence may give him a chance to speak from the grave.

A first-ever test of new law allowing further appeal of the conviction and death sentence is pending in an Austin Civil District Court alleging the wrongful death of he and his two-co-defendants, Anthony and Gilbert Melendez, both of whom died behind bars after pleading guilty in return for life sentences prosecutors allegedly promised would last no more than 10 years.

The McLennan County Criminal District Attorney’s office is due to answer the lawsuit within days since its filing on April 19. If not, the judge will be obliged to enter a default judgment for the plaintiffs.

The Petition for Declaratory Judgment and Request for Disclosure stems from the Legislature’s 2013 amendment to the Code of Criminal Procedure and a change by the Court of Criminal Appeals to an appellate procedural rule governing applications for writs of habeas corpus.

The two are designed to allow post conviction relief for persons convicted before new methods of determining scientific evidence had been discovered. According to two lawyers who deal with these matters for the Tarrant County DA’s office, the changes came during what is known as “the year of the writ apocalypse” – 2013.

Among the chief allegations of complaint of the suit are that “…The State of Texas, by and through its employees, agents, and representatives withheld evidence, destroyed evidence, coerced untruthful confessions, utilized junk science, bribed witnesses, fraudulently concealed the foregoing and knowingly convicted not one, but four individuals (Tony Melendez, Gilbert Melendez, David Spence, and Muneer Deeb)…”

Chief allegations regard new blood spatter evidence, discrepancies and outright impossibilities as to time line and logistic allegations in the prosecution’s case, and the existence of as many as five separate and conflicting confessions taken from a defendant who entered a guilty plea in return for a promise of a diminished life sentence for the capital crime and an early parole date within 10 years. The evidence of that allegation was captured on tape by a concealed recorder in the conference room of the DA’s office.

To prove those and other allegations, the litigants acting on behalf of the estates of the deceased convicts must obtain from the Court, 345th District Judge Jan Soifer, an order that will allow:

“Determination that Plaintiffs were actually innocent;

“Declaration that Plaintiffs are eligible for statutory compensation for his wrongful imprisonment;

“Declaration that Plaintiffs are eligible for Writ of Habeas Corpus relief;

“Compensation for wrongful imprisonment;

“An award of reasonable and necessary attorney’s fees and costs; and

“For such other and further relief, general or special, in law or in equity, to which he may prove himself to be justly entitled.”

A big part of the controversy is related to the Michael Morton law, which allows the prosecution of legal professionals who have withheld exculpatory evidence of those convicted in error. Judge Ken Anderson of Williamson County lost his license to practice law and received a prison sentence for not disclosing evidence he knew of at the time of his prosecution of Morton. That evidence led to the exoneration of Michael Morton for the murder of his wife.

The Dallas law firm of Jay English, representing Jason Spence, David Wayne Spence’s son, filed the suit seeking relief for the estates of the alleged Lake Waco murderers.

Reading its 38 pages is a minor education on the back room maneuvers by former District Attorney Vic Feazell and his staff which led to the execution of David Wayne Spence, the guilty pleas from his two co-defendants, the Melendez brothers, and the eventual acquittal of Mohammed Muneer Deeb following his successful pro se appeal of the death sentence for which he served 10 years on death row awaiting execution.

All of them are long since deceased.

 

Shots Ring Out – Police fire at unrelated suspect at Twin Peaks happening

Waco – Police gunfire marred the peace and dignity of bikers observing the second anniversary of the blood bath at Twin Peaks Restaurant at the McLennan County Courthouse.

Activist and investigative social media journalist Paula Carroll Swann said the entire biker community is particular that people understand “We (motorcycle enthusiasts) had nothing to do with it.”

In the minutes prior to a scheduled rally on the north steps of the building, Sheriff’s Office SWAT Officers emerged from the annex building that houses the corrections department and pursued a black man who was said to have a knife. He came from an area to the west of the Courthouse office building at the corner of Columbus Ave. and Fifth St.

Small arms fire broke out.

We didn’t see the knife,” she said, as her companions echoed her skepticism. “We didn’t see any blood. We don’t understand why the cops had to go and shoot at that man that way.”

According to Matthew Barnes, a Second Amendment rights activist, motorcycle enthusiast and jury nullification proponent, the snipers had arrived earlier in unmarked vehicles, entered the building through the sallyport in the alley between the courthouse and the old jail building with their rifle cases and equipment, and took up positions in the second floor room overlooking the lawn and the courthouse steps, behind industrial windows propped open.

There were four of them. Two spotters and two shooters.”

Thus, their field of fire was flanking the spectators and speakers at the sparsely attended memorial service.

Sons of Liberty Riders Motorcycle Club President and Legislative Strike Force operative Mel Moss said, “They flooded the street from all directions when the deputy began to chase the man with the knife. They came from buildings all down through there.”

Clearly, the police set-up resembled the L-shaped ambush established on the day of May 17, 2015 when the so-called “melee” that left 9 dead, 20 wounded and 177 persons jailed for weeks broke out.

Why did they find it necessary to train their rifles on us?” asked a man dressed in motorcycle garb, who declined to give his name. His sentiment was heartily seconded by dozens of persons standing near the courthouse steps, all of whom insisted they could see past the glare of the windows to perceive the shooters inside the building wielding AR-15-style assault rifles.

Security Chief L. McGee declined comment on how the shooter teams are employed. “I don’t know. They have nothing to do with my operation. I have my guys I’m in command of outside here on the grounds, and that’s it.”

Experienced operators said they identified the officers as Sheriff’s Office members and that they carried standard tactical shotguns in their pursuit of the suspect. “I’m pretty sure they shot the rubber projecticles,” said one man, who requested anonymity.

Confederation of Clubs activist Sandra Lynch said her attorneys have freed her to talk about certain aspects of the case for which she was arrested along with her husband Mike and other members of Los Pirados Motorcycle Club.

I reserved the patio,” she says in a sardonic tone of voice. “That’s all I did.” The task was performed as a function of the Confederation of Clubs, for an update meeting on activity during the legislative session of the time on May 17, 2015. Those arrested spent 12 hours in zip tie handcuffs, during which time they could not get a drink of water or visit the toilet without help.

One man said, “They put a hamburger in my lap, and me sitting there with my hands cuffed behind my back.” Most folks arrested spent a minimum of three weeks in jail, many lost jobs, and most lost their motorcycles in cases of foreclosure or civil forfeiture. The bond strictures under which they were released called for their complete silence about the case, and they have only recently been released from those controls.

In a Facebook post, she stated earlier today, “We know what happened.”

“We didn’t even see an argument,” said Ms. Lynch. Others in her party agreed. “We mainly saw people hassling in line to get a beer,” she added.

Asked if she were at liberty to say what happened, what would she say, Ms. Lynch answered, without hesitation, “We were set up.It wouldn’t have worked without the Cossacks. They (police, DPS) were after the Bandidos, but they wouldn’t have been able to do it without the Cossacks,” a motorcycle club.

Most mentioned the name of Owen “Big O” Reed, a Cossacks member they believe operated as an agent provocateur for police and “motorcycle gang experts.”

Writing about the shooting incident at the memorial service, John Bostick of Two Million Bikers to D.C. gave this account:

“…As the bikers slowly filtered in, prior to the start of the event there were shots fired by law enforcement. The officers engaged at a jogging pace foot pursuit after what appeared to be a mentally challenged young black man. The pursuit started in the parking lot of the department of motor vehicles that was barricaded off for the bikers parking. The mentally challenged man was followed closely by officers with guns pulled out onto 5th st from Columbus street beside the motor vehicles building. As he entered 5th street he turned and headed North. Immediately, six men in military tactical clothing with M-16s appeared from the west side of 5th street at Columbus, and four shots rang out. It didn’t appear that the suspect was struck by the gunfire and a sheriff’s officer approached the suspect and slammed him to the ground. The six military clad gunmen disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.

“What is the mindset of Waco law enforcement to have full military tactical men in hiding observing a peaceful demonstration through scopes on high-powered weapons?”

The inspection, the investigation and the emperor’s new clothes

WHO BENEFITS WHEN THE EMPEROR IS NAKED IN HIS NEW SUIT?

Fire Marshal Kevin Vranich in conversation with the deposed lead arson investigator Kevin Fisk held forth about a proposed restructuring of the Waco Fire Department’s inspection and investigations staff – only days after ordering Fisk to partake in no official duties…

Waco – It’s an old story. The city dads in Six Shooter Junction just don’t like having to conduct business with the help under the rules and regulations of civil service commissions, the courts, or union contracts.

It’s just not done that way, and at times it puts the people served by the municipal corporation that is Waco, Texas into some funny positions.

The ultimate question is, who benefits? Few are brave enough to speculate on that answer to the unasked question, the 400-pound gorilla crouched in the corner of the room who never quite finds a way to stop beating on his chest.

Ce’st la guerre. As the old time blues man recorded for posterity in his sentiments to Ida Mae, “If you cry the penny, you die by the dime.”

In a candid audio file surreptitiously recorded by former Arson Investigator Kevin Fisk on April 1, 2015, Waco’s Fire Marshal said that in a time of increased blazes of questionable origin, he would like to bring the city’s fire inspection services up to Insurance Service Organization (ISO) standards by staffing his operation with civilian inspectors not under the rules of the civil service commission.

The resulting conversation is very interesting for folks who write hefty checks on a quarterly basis to household, manufacture, warehouse, distribute goods or perform services as a matter of course and the law.

Asked who would benefit from such an arrangement, Fisk, who lost his career after 15 years on the job when former Fire Chief John Johnston and Vranich recommended a leave of absence while experts examined his mental fitness to continue in his duties, declined to comment.

As a matter of record, no expert opinion regarding Fisk’s supposed inability to perform his professional function due to his mental state was forthcoming, and he was reinstated to his position with the stricture that he could still perform no investigative duties.

It is his allegation that he was told that if did not resign, he would be terminated and thereby lose all his retirement benefits accumulated during 15 years of service to the City of Waco.

Welcome to the NFL.

So mote it be.

 

 

Burglary charge ends guns and roses affair

Sherre Johnston (r) chiliing on an excursion to the Cayman Islands

Bosqueville – According to a public document that officials of the McLennan County Sheriff’s Office refused to release to RadioLegendary, a prominent boutique owner had been given a criminal trespassing warning months ago, a document warning her to stay away from Sheriff Parnell McNamara’s home place.

His brother Mike McNamara is buried there and Mrs. Sherre Johnston had visited his grave a number of times, causing complaints by his widow and family. In an exclusive interview at the time, she said she was upset because McNamara was a close friend.

“Why shouldn’t I be allowed to visit the grave of a close friend?” she asked.

She found him suffering a fatal heart attack in the parking lot of an area restaurant, she said, and called an ambulance. “I was just driving by.”

On Sunday, May 5, she reportedly returned to the home place of the McNamara brothers’ father, U.S. Deputy Marshal in Charge of the Waco Division of the Western District of Texas, where the family has lived since antebellum days. While there, people observed her going into a shed on the property, according to reports of an affidavit of probable cause in support of a search warrant for her home that was witheld from RadioLegendary.

Once there, law men say they found an item they allege she took from the shed on the McNamara property and left in another location on the property. This led to charges of criminal trespassing and burglary of a building with intent to commit theft.

In recent years, she has experienced a number of encounters with the law, including multiple charges of DWI and a case of assault in a domestic dispute with her daughter’s boyfriend.

Mrs. Johnston is no stranger to legal controversy. For a number of years she served as an assistant in the law office of Vic Feazell, former District Attorney, and had a place on the slate of associates listed on the Private Investigator’s license of Truman Simons, a former Waco police detective and Captain of the McLennan County Sheriff’s Office who developed the cases used to convict David Wayne Spence and the brothers Gilbert and Tony Melendez in a brutal1982  triple slaying of three young persons who were residents of the Methodist Home at Waco.

Her husband, John Johnston, is an Assistant Chief of the Waco Fire Department who until only recently served as Chief of the department until he took a voluntary demotion in order to be protected by civil service regulations.

During his tenure, he recommended a psychiatric evaluation that the Civil Service Commission ordered for the department’s lead arrson investigator, Kevin Fisk. After Fisk established his mental fitness to continue his duties as an arson investigator, he returned to work, then resigned in order to retain what retirement benefits he had accumulated during 15 years of service at the Fire Department.

In this taped conversation with Fire Marshal Kevin Vranich, Fisk explains what he had learned about the dismissal of the assault case against Mrs. Johnston and the status her daughter’s legal situation.

One may read police records of the November, 2013 drama that occurred between Mrs. Johnston, her daughter, and her daughter’s  boyfriend that occurred at Waco and in Robinson by clicking on this sentence. 

Legendary Law Man Passes Milestone Year As Man On Horseback, Mounted With Fire, Sturm Und Drang

A  picture depicted Sheriff’s office with trademark magneto detonator 

An ocean is a desert with its life underground and the perfect disguise above… – America

Somewhere in the Valley of the Brazos – One bumps into these things seemingly by accident, and slowly an impression begins to form in the mind’s eye.

It’s rather like diving in hazy waters over a chalky marl bottom near a blue hole in a reef rimmed with coral and beginning to get the impression of a really big fish. A fish with a hump on its back and a very large dorsal fin. Huge tail, really ugly teeth in a semicircular mouth; and then, suddenly, you realize the fish is actually a very large shark that has been circling you slowly as you paddled along looking at nothing in particular, unaware of the eyes tracking you in your true surroundings.

There it is, and it has so cleverly concealed itself in plain sight because of its natural coloration, a hazy bluish gray on top and a fish belly white below so that if it’s above, it blends into the surface glare, and if it’s below, it’s the same color as the depths in shadow. Its peripheral appearance is easily ignored if it keeps itself just out of the direct line of sight and in that murky area of the mind’s eye.

At that point, one begins to realize there are only atmospheric degrees, gradations of experience on the surface of a planet so constantly shifting that its prairies are really the bottoms of ancient oceans and gulfs, its piedmonts and rocky ranges once mighty archipelagos, its people cast in similar roles throughout their tenure as creatures native to its shifting soils and drifting tectonic plates masquerading as continents.

Behold, the celebration of a milestone year of a legendary Cossack steeped in the mystique of the family business, in which the government supplies only the ammunition in return for the militant services of an entire clan at the ready to soldier on for the guarantee of land, lots of land in return for victory obtained at the point of the sword, the lance, the rifle, the pistol.

Sheriff Parnell McNamara, Jr., a fifth generation central Texas fed, entered the first of his septuagenarian years on April 29 with all the attendant fanfare of a traditional birthday bash of one of T.P. Senior’s boys at a spot in the country not far from the banks of the Bosque, complete with full automatic bursts from government model sub guns fit to cut the door hinges on junk cars, TNT blasts detonated with timed fuses, electrical caps and magneto plungers able to breach mighty walls, buckshot barrages that will shred walls and doors in a blink.

Like a rendezvous of the fabled trick riding mustachoied men on horseback, enforcers for the Tsar, whose rodeo stunts consisted of entirely practical skills used to keep the peasants in line and guide the pogroms across the steppes, the McNamara brothers have marked the years of their lives with coveted invitations to the people of North Waco and Bosqueville to their famous birthday parties so celebratory of their badass ways in the saddle, behind the trigger, a’strut in the corridors of power, dressed in the traditional garb of the Ranger, that knight in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, his hundred peso piece badge, boots and 10-gallon stetson all a part of getting by in a thorny world of sun, sandstorms, fanged critters, stealthy scorpions and skittish cayuses.

In fact, a recent news picture of the Sheriff posing in his office depicts him relaxing with trademark carbines, .45-70 cavalry rifles, Thompson Submachine guns, and a magneto plunger detonator in the background, with a big smile on his face, reporting a recent triumph.

It all adds up to an immediate impression of monumental interest. This hombre will deal in violent death at the drop of a hat before he will let any punter, piker, bad actor or confused fool divert his mission to take care of the business at hand for the courts.

I give you the former Deputy U.S. Marshal In Charge for the Waco Division of the Western District of the United States of America in Texas, deep in the middle of his second term as the Sheriff of McLennan County.

In fact, the image is so potent that a senior masthead of slick east coast publishing of lettres machismo, “Esquire” Magazine, once included McNamara in a pictorial of legendary tough guys. He posed in a photo shoot on the streets of Hico, the rumored redoubt of a legendary outlaw, Billy the Kid, said to have lived out his latter years peacefully in that leafy little river town.

It all fits in with the rest of the story, the tale of the youth who fled his home in Ireland on some dimly defined date in a by-gone century, headed for the New World, who left a note for his kin to find.

Milk your own cow.”

So, what’s so new? Plenty.

Unlike the “instigation” of the manhunt for the vicious serial killer Kenneth McDuff that appeared on “America’s Most Wanted,” the many appearances escorting outlaws and scalawags in and out of the federal courthouse, Lear Jets, and federal motorcades headed for an eternity behind bars, McNamara’s media image is now not so much that of a man reacting to the world around him as a bailiff for the U.S. District Court system, but is now that of a proactive cop leading his men in world of the kind of crimes that have a lot to do with the quality of life.

In the daily soap opera of the local Waco newspaper and the three area network broadcast outlets, McNamara appears often in his trademark Stetson with the specified Parnell McNamara flattened wide-awake crimp on its crown, inveighing against human traffickers and detailing how his men used their wiles to ensnare the captors of innocent womanhood in sweatshops of sin giving massages with happy endings, their hairy-legged alter egos wooing molesters on-line as they pose from an office cubicle as a virginal young woman astray in a world of indecision as they arrange assignations with eager men looking for an opportunity to grab the brass ring with an underage woman.

The familiar mosaic in county orange and flesh tone has become a familiar accompaniment to the blaring headlines proclaiming dozens of arrests and indictments of these enemies of the people so depicted on bulletin boards and easels at press conferences. Clearly, McNamara is on the move.

Forgotten are the campaign promises of 2012 to investigate 53 cold cases of homicide. Asked about that, McNamara admitted that police agencies such as Waco P.D. are reluctant to turn loose of the kind of information it takes to continue such difficult investigations. No can do.

Similarly, the Sheriff’s Office under his guidance has displayed a lackluster performance level when it comes to serving arrest warrants on men who have beaten and brutalized women. At least two have suffered the constant threat until, at last, the bad actors turned up at their doors to kill them.

In the area of enforcing the law on minor offenders in the ghettos of Waco where the police department has jurisdiction, McNamara’s night shift has left the rural areas of the county without police protection while its night shift wolf pack patrolled minority ghetto dwellers, searching out perpetrators of the dreaded offenses of driving while license suspended, driving while insurance is not in force, and failure to appear in municipal, justice and county courts to answer for misdemeanor crimes – against the peace and dignity of the people of the State of Texas.

Similarly, marginally employed men who are forced to live in third rate motels located along the interstates and U.S. Highways because of their lack of a credit rating or past history of felony convictions had best stay inside their rooms after dark. If Parnell’s Posse catches them walking up and down the balconies, they are liable to face a trip to jail or a long, loud, drawn-out discussion about their pedigree, or their particular little problems in getting along in the world. Bummer.

Fee fi fo fum.

During the campaign of 2012, soon-to-be Chief Deputy Matt Cawthon, a retired Texas Ranger who had worked as a member of the Lone Star Federal Fugitive Task Force seconded as an officer of the Texas Department of Corrections Institutional Division, Office of the Inspector General, faced a civil action brought by a residential building contractor named Marvin Steakley who demanded an additional $70,000 in building fees and to pay for supplies in the completion of a residence.

Steakley was holding the certificate of occupation for the home hostage in return for his money, which Cawthon had already paid to creditors, suppliers and subcontractors. He and his wife Shelly could prove it, and did prove it to a 74th District Court jury over the course of a five-day trial.

As the trial progressed, McNamara held forth about his career during the numerous breaks in the action as the attorneys conferred in the judge’s chambers, recesses prompted by arguments over points of law, and the like.

It emerged that he and his brother Mike McNamara, who had worked for their father T.P. McNamara, Sr. from the time they were in high school in the office of the Deputy U.S. Marshal in Charge of the Waco Division Office, were very much opposed to patch holders in what the G has labeled Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs.

They were somewhat expert in the intricacies of Civil Asset Forfeiture, he confided, between tales of operations long forgotten. Their travels often took them to San Antonio, he reminded me, the headquarters of the Western District of Texas and the place where the Mother Club of the Bandidos, U.S.A. is organized.

He explained the mechanics of forfeiture of money, anything of value such as motor vehicles, guns, tools, homes – and especially motorcycles.

I mean, we would have the wrecker drivers pick these hogs up and they would go down the street with them swinging in chains, these big old motorcycles that weigh better than a thousand pounds…” he said.

By his gestures, one could see what the chains did to the paint and chrome pieces of the motorcycles, something he found hilarious.

One learned that McNamara is not the kind of man you have to ask questions. All you have to do is listen. He will tell you exactly what he thinks, and you get his version of what has happened if you will just listen carefullly. His personal style brings back memories of spitoons in the courtrooms, cigar smoke and long poker games in the back rooms of saloons and club cars of trains, confidential talk in barber shops and law offices, gabardines, spurs, Stetsons, moustache wax, tack and polished silver.

For instance, he was at pains to explain the litigation he and his brother Mike went through at the time of his retirement at the age of 57. Because they never wanted to rotate to other cities as members of the Marshal’s Service, they remained in a certain category of employment throughout their careers in order to avoid routine reassignment to such places as Detroit or New York, Los Angeles or Cleveland. Naturally, there was a hassle about retirement benefits, and in the shakeout, they got no retirement pensions.

One learned he’d been making it as a handgun licensing instructor. Becoming Sheriff would be a significant trade up for he and his family. He needed the job.

When he came to the Tokio Store near West to make his stump appearance, bikers from all over the area were there in their finest regalia, riding their scooters polished to perfection, ready to hear country and rock music played by local musicians lined up Al Cinek. Cawthon warmed up the crowd and McNamara gave his stump speech, pressed the flesh, answered questions, and moved on.

In a phone conversation a week or so later, Cinek mentioned that Facebook videos and announcements appearing on social media had attracted many bikers from the Metroplex, east Texas and the near reaches of the west, including members of the Cossacks MC and their support clubs.

That’s when the phone crackled, pop popped, hissed and crackled again, then popped and popped before it re-bopped the be-bop.

What was that!” Al asked, alarmed.

That’s what it does when the computers hear a word they’re programmed to pick up in surveillance, I said. This was years before Snowden did his thing. Who knew?

You could feel his anxiety over the phone. It didn’t feel good. The social media thing was good about attracting a crowd, but was it the right crowd? He left the topic open. It wasn’t anything one was welcome to discuss; he made that plain.

As the years have gone by, Parnell stories available for collection have piled up in my notebooks. They include numerous mentions of the birthday parties, but law men like to throw in meat and potatoes about the full auto carbines, just what kind he loaned out to law men on the days of the final assault on the Branch Davidian compound in April, 1993. The rumor is that they were antique Schmeisser Machine Pistols, 9 mm parabellum, as well as AR-15 models with select fire for full auto operation.

And now, we learn that a man depicting on-screen a Texas Ranger, Jeff Bridges, The Dude, has patterned his walk, talk, wardrobe and style by studying videos of Parnell McNamara, Jr., much the way John Wayne patterned his act in a brief acquaintance with the legendary law man, Wyatt Earp when Earp worked as a consultant to movie producers in Tinseltown.

In an interview immediately following the “melee” at Twin Peaks on May 17, 2015, McNamara chuckled loudly, compared what had happened at the shopping mall to the Gun Fight at the OK Corral by saying, “That only got three. This got nine!”

The ammunition: .45 acp. 5.56 NATO, .308 NATO, .45-70 Government.

The fighting men: Clan McNamara.

The family business. Soldiering for the United States of America.

So mote it be.

Two Cossacks brothers arriving at Ellis Island in traditional garb

AG’S Embarrassing words

Jeff Sessions, the ignoramus from Alabama who believes he’s the AG

Washington – The unfortunate statement by former Alabama U.S. Senator Jeff Sessions that he’s shocked that a judge on an island in the Pacific can block an executive order by Donald Trump is a total embarrassment to experienced Americans of even minimal education.

Obviously, this fool has no idea how the federal court system is organized, or even its function. Nevertheless, as a white-headed, tooth-sucking Sun Belt Republican of the New South, a wise man of the U.S. Senate, he voted on numerous judicial appointments to federal benches without the basic savvy that would enable a high school student to pass a routine quiz about a civics lesson.

He proved it when he blurted out his ridiculous opinion to a CNN reporter, and the pitiful thing is, the only thing that makes it remarkable is the Attorney General of the United States of America said it, not some senile old gramps at the Dairy Queen nursing a second cup of coffee.

Had he bothered to read the 120 day Court order to stay the Executive Order issued by U.S. District Court Judge Derrick R. Watson of the District of Hawaii, he would have learned that there are valid constitutional principles to consider in the lawsuit brought by the Plaintiffs, the State of Hawaii and Ismail Elshikh, an adherent of the Muslim religion.

Both claim that Donald Trump and the rest of his government are engaging in a “Muslim ban” in contravention to what is known as the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment, which plainly states, in bluff terms, “Congress shall make no law regarding an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…”

They hold that not only has Trump said in no uncertain terms that the purpose of the travel restrictions for people seeking refugee status or travel on visas issued in six predominantly Muslim states is not only to ban from the U.S. people who worship under the tenets of the Muslim faith, but that to do so will cause the people of Hawaii and her institutions irreparable harm.

Judge Watson indicated that he agrees with the Plaintiffs, who allege “by singling out nationals from the six predominantly Muslim countries, the Executive Order causes harm by stigmatizing not only immigrants and refugees, but also Muslim citizens of the United States.”

He furthermore makes extensive citations of “public statements by the President and his advisors regarding the implementation of a Muslim ban, which Plaintiffs contend is the tacit and illegitimate motivation underlying the Executive Order.”

One may read the Judge’s Order of which Mr. Sessions complains so bitterly by clicking on this highlighted area.

Other than that, as we all know, the Legislature is now in session, contemplating constitutional carry of handguns. This would not be alarming if not for the past track record of the Know Nothings who brought us the Branch Davidian raid and the Twin Peaks massacre under similar circumstances, during earlier sessions of other Legislatures with smaller numbers.

News is a matter of trust

Behold, the price of decreased government regulation and supervision…

Six Shooter Junction – Recently, a woman of limited means provoked her own arrest at a legislative committee hearing where the leadership refuses to allow electronic recordings of the proceedings.

After repeated warnings, she was forcibly removed, and when she resisted, officers pulled her hair, knocked her down, dragged her and at the jail placed her in a restraining chair where they strapped her in. Then they placed a hood over her head.

True, the hearing was covered by live streaming video, archived and indexed for the public, but she wanted her own copy. It was not to be.

She has no media credential.

So I determined to jump through the hoops required to get this jewel from the Texas House of Representatives Business Office, Manager of Payroll and Personnel, james.freeman@house.texas.gov

Freeman’s conclusion, after providing beaucoup information about just who I am and what I do, was, “based on that information, we are unable to establish your eligibility for a media credential.”

It comes as no surprise.

Freeman meets the payroll that regulates the golden handcuffs of corporate sensibility binding a bunch of good old boys and girls to benches and machines that drive one of the most ruthless corporate economies in the history of the world. The driving mantra of this consortium is “Decreased government regulation.”

One of the tools in the box with the most leverage to achieve that goal is an embargo on any truly useful information as it relates to corporations who do business in the Lone Star State.

These organizations are nearly human. They can do anything a human being can do, except die. The closest thing to that is to run out of money, and then a government trustee settles their debts and reorganizes them.

The payroll Freeman meets is $600 per member per month, most of whom take that pay day once a year and pay their rent on condos, from which they organize their activities in each biennial session of the Legislature. Why would anyone want to do all that, to keep meticulous campaign records, meet entertainment and appearance obligations and travel to the capital often for certain obligations for the pittance of $7,200 per year gross?

RETIREMENT!

The Texas Legislature has one of the most lucrative, benefit-laden systems available. Makes it all worth-while, to chill with family and friends during the golden years and reflect back on the true story.

“I did all this with a part- time job.” It’s almost as good as, and then I married the boss’s daughter, but nowhere as socially confining.

But the statewide embargo on information that is imposed by the corporate sponsors who make all this possible is nearly sociopathic.

Let’s take a look at a certain central Texas community of hard-working farming families and the agricultural workers who service their needs in the employ of multinational agribusiness conglomerates.

The Bohemian enclave of West has suffered a couple of criminal incidents over the past few years, each of which I, The Legendary Jim Parks, covered as news events. I guess Brother Freeman was far too busy counting the sheaves and paying out the shekels to take notice.

In one, a fertilizer storage plant exploded under entirely mysterious circumstances. After laborious investigation, a federal agency, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives eliminated all possibilities for the cause other than a fire in an ammonium nitrate mixing room that was set as an act of arson. By whom?

They don’t know.

The bullshit.

The true facts of what happened were suppressed by the media, systematically, with precision, and no inconsiderable alacrity.

After all, corporate America is always looking for team players.

The simpler, the better, and this story was fairly straightforward. Some total idiot completely disregarded the well-known fact that rapid charging of storage batteries creates highly volatile gases, causing them to explode. The fool plugged in a golf cart to recharge within reach of open bins of a compound that once burning, emits highly explosive gases of its own.

During the afternoon of the day of the explosion, a fire ensued in the electrical system and an electrician assessed the damage, secured the circuit, and promised to prepare a repair estimate.

Someone knows who plugged the battery charger back in.

She’s not alone, but she has a motive to speak out.

A member of the law enforcement community killed her baby sister with a gun she borrowed from her father in an attempt to protect herself from him.

He forced an ambulance off the road, beat up the driver, whipped her with a cane, and made two trips to her house where he beat her senseless before he returned to take the gun away from her and killed her with it.

Why?

Her sister, a former Emergency Medical Service technician says, “Someone else could have her and he couldn’t. He couldn’t stand it.”

He’s in the penitentiary now. Finally.

Law enforcement had paperwork on him that would have put him behind bars all along. They just didn’t serve it.

In fact, he broke into the ambulance driving sister’s house to menace her sister and she, herself, put the gun to his head, cocked and locked, and just didn’t pull the trigger. He retreated, but it wasn’t the end of the story.

I wrote extensively about the crimes directly from the written records. At a community gathering in a rural beer joint, one of the drunks pointed out an insurance adjuster who told me the story of the golf cart and the fire.

Our first aid lady has something to say about government regulations. She says there was no burglar alarm, fire alarm, fire prevention system, video surveillance, fence or any other way to keep unauthorized people off of the property of West Fertilizer.

There weren’t even any material safety data sheets to describe the hazards of the fertilizer that exploded and cost so many families their homes, more than a dozen firefighters their lives, and robbed the State of Texas of its peace and dignity.

To a man, the campaigners for public office, including Governor and Lt. Governor with their legislative roles, voiced repugnance for the need for government oversight and expressed their adamant refusal to let any such disaster as happened to the people of West to impede the wheels of corporate commerce.

Ta-da!

The EMS lady is unemployed now. Her partner lost his job over substance abuse impairment, was the subject of a federal probe over explosives, and wound up in rehab.

She tried tending bar in downtown West until her boss got caught drinking while working at his own bar and made a scene because Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission staffers were standing on the corner outside the door with local cops.

He raved at them for driving business away from his door.

“I don’t want to lose my certification as an EMS tech over something like that,” she said.

Sometimes, it’s good to not have the approval of the government to write news.

After all, I wrote every evolution of these stories with no credential whatsoever. Plenty of people read the stories.

I’m satisfied. I hope the neoconservative business schmucks with the button-down checkbook minds are.

But, seriously, sometimes the bottom line really IS the bottom line.

After all, what is a Grand Jury, if not a form of government regulation?

Last $1 Million Club Member In Waco ICU After Seizure Meds Witheld

CORRECTION: MARCUS PILKINGTON REJECTED A PLEA OFFER AND ACCEPTED A JUDGE’S SENTENCING OF TWO 5-YEAR Concurrent sentences for narcotics possession and a 2-year sentence for tampering with physical evidence. No charge of domestic violence was involved. We apologize for the inacuracy. – RadioLegendary

Jail Commission complaint pending for mistreatment of ailing inmate

Bandido Marcus Pilkington sustained a 1/4-inch bullet wound at Twin Peaks. He suffered a seizure at the Limestone County Jail when corrections officers failed to give him his medication 

Waco – The family of Marcus Pilkington filed a complaint with the Texas Commission on Jail Standards after he suffered a seizure at the Limestone County Jail. He is in an induced coma at Hillcrest Baptist Medical Center today because corrections officers reportedly witheld his seizure medication.

Pilkington’s mother and grandmother were said have been ordered by hospital security officers to clear off the premises when they met the ambulance as it arrived from Groesbeck.

Authorities finally allowed his mother to visit his bedside late Wednesday afternoon after a police official from the Groesbeck area arranged for the visit.

A Limestone County District Court sentenced Pilkington to two concurrent 5-year terms for domestic a domestic dispute involving stalking and a 2-year stretch for a marijuana charge on Tuesday. After he checked into the County Jail, corection officers allegedly neglected to give him his medication.

Pilkington, who has served as a sergeant at arms in the Bandidos Motorcycle Club, has gained some notoriety as the last member of the “$1 Million Club” to be released on a bond reduction after his arrest as the last of 177 defendants taken into custody on the identical charge of engaging in organized crime at the Twin Peaks massacre on May 17, 2015.

During the fracas, Pilkington suffered a 1/4-inch bullet wound in his leg, then served an extended period of days in the Jack Harwell Detention Center after receiving initial medical care. According to his mother, he received no further medical attention during his stay at the privately operated lockup at Waco, which is leased to LaSalle Corrections, an out of state operator.

 

Meth use hard on women

Crystal meth kills – in a time signature difficult to perceive…

Bosqueville – It’s been five years.

Five years have passed since a N. 19th St. Bosqueville trailer exploded in flames on Feb. 16, 2012, the sudden conflagration killing a mother and two of her children within minutes.

Five years have passed and all the people involved who kept using crystal meth in total acceptance of its ill consequences on the mind and body are either dead, or in the penitentiary.

Those who stopped using and sought help, the solace of a rehabilitation clinic, the faith in an almighty God, the healing agency of time, are now living somewhat normal lives.

Speaks to the logic centers of the mind. Take away the speed, life returns to normal conditions. Keep using, you die, or you lose all your freedom and all your time to the People of the State of Texas.

The authorities have moved in mysterious ways and exercised ham-fisted  control in order to keep the world from finding out just how the blaze erupted – and why.

The record left behind is filled with hearsay, rumor, and innuendo, but there is one common theme, one common word that runs through it all.

B-I-T-C-H

The gangsters who control use the word constantly. That which is considered less than honorable behavior is “that bitch-ass shit.” Women are low-life, their presence to be tolerated, ruled by men who have consigned their freedom to serial episodes of getting by between stretches behind bars.

Such a deal.

Why do the women put up with it? Drugs? A sense of belonging?

Feminists don’t hestitate to answer for them.

They say they have a distorted sense of self-worth, that they seek such degrading treatment to satisfy a perception compelled by a low sense of self esteem.

It all brings to mind what we were told at our mother’s knees. Drugs are used in the underworld to control women – women they call ho’s – to keep them in a constant state of dependence on their handlers, men who use them for purposes that are unspeakable, their vile description of their uses cascading in a filthy tirade from their distorted mouths.

Women who are deemed out of control are made examples. Those who survived the events of winter of 2012 and its following year tremble in fear; they speak of what happened in low tones, their memories hazy, the names tumbling off their tongues with no accuracy, no assured memory.

In a case file compiled in a series of seven indictments for engaging in organized criminal activity, the suspects all told a detective that while transporting a car earlier sold to a dealer on LaSalle Ave., to a rural location after stealing it back, the conspirators were obliged to swing by another location to help a woman who had injected herself in the neck with crystal meth. She was overamping, suffering the effects of an overdose.

The women who will talk off the record, for deep background, say the truth is way different, the truth is, a team of inflamed jicksters seeking revenge for some transgression kicked her door in and stabbed her in the neck with a hot shot of meth, leaving her fate to happenstance and the grace of God before she was revived and brought back to normal respiratory functioning.

A chief suspect in the killing of Ashley Dawn Rogers had a rider who was seen with him the morning of the day the deaths occurred.

Her presence during the time the actual fire happened is hazy, its time-line unproven, but the women who fear reprisal are all sure of certain things.

To “save her life,” her gangster companion held her hostage in a motel, disciplining her by injecting her skin in the odd location to a shallow depth, then pushing the plunger to dispense the syringe’s contents just below her skin.

The dope, which is synthesized from battery acid, drain cleaner, match heads, ether starter fluid, cold tablets, and the lithium from dry cell batteries, caused the tissue to abscess, made inflamed islands of pus-filled sores in her body, rendered painful infections, unsightly sores, indelible scars.

When her docket call day came for a court appearance, he wouldn’t let her to go the courthouse, held her hostage there at the motel.

Somehow, the detective who worked the case for the Waco Police knew her exact location, and as soon as the Court issued a capias warrant, came to the precise location to serve it – in a room filled with tattooed members of the Aryan Brotherhood.

The young woman named in the warrant for a failure to appear went away to a women’s penal colony for a year.

It saved her life.

Say it again. To save her life, she had to give up a year of living in freedom.

That’s what they say.

But listen to the story.

Make up your own mind.

Meth usage involves facial disfigurement, scars, tattoos, tooth decay