Strother Out In Bikers’ Trials, For Not ‘Being Fair’

RECUSAL MOTION IN BANDIDO JAKE CARRIZAL’S CASE “STILL WAITING TO BE FILED,” SAYS LEGAL DEFENSE TEAM…

Waco – Retired Visiting Judge James Morgan of Comanche granted a motion by three defendants in the Twin Peaks murder conspiracy trials to remove 19th Criminal District Judge Ralph Strother.

He applied the test prescribed by law, and found that the average man on the street would say, “Judge, you’re just not being fair.”

In a grueling day-long hearing held earlier, two veteran judges, former Court of Criminal Appeals Justice Charlie Baird, and State District Judge hammered at Strother’s performance in the issuance of a search warrant to seize body tissue in DNA testing from 72 defendants charged and indicted in his court.

Strother admitted on the witness stand that he had no idea exactly how his order was carried out, “They appeared because I wanted them to.”

In exacting cross examination the two elder judges held his feet to the fire until he admitted that he had signed no actual instrument of search or affidavit of probable cause. Furthermore, his answers indicated that during a period of ill health, he made the arrangements through phone conversations with the lead Court Coordinator on his staff while juggling medical appointments and hospital visits.

In corroborating testimony by the official, Ellen Watson, and attorneys who objected to the alleged lack of due process, the Court learned that the arrangement was made on behalf of the staff of District Attorney Abel Reyna.

At one point, defense attorney Millie Thompson testified that Lead Prosecutor Michael Jarrett threatened when she insisted she must see a signed order or warrant issued by the Court, “What do you want us to do, come out and kick his door down in the middle of the night to serve the warrant?”

At the end of the long day, Judge Morgan expressed the opinion, “I was all ready to come in here and get this done today, but I see now that I’ve got to give this some thought.”

His judgment was to be based on a lot of moving parts.

So far as it is known, the selection of jurors for the first of the trials, that of Bandidos Chapter President Jake Carrizal, will begin on September 12, with presentation of evidence and testimony to follow the examination of some 600 prospective called in a special venire.

The defense attorney in that cause, Casie Gotro of Houston, said in open court during a status conference to work out the “mechanics” of jury selection held last week, “I can’t face two prosecutors” – meaning both the DA and the Judge – “and see to it that my client gets adequate legal representation.”

Carrizal has been charged engaging in organized criminal activity at Twin Peaks Restaurant on May 17, 2015, that allegedly led to the capital murder of 9 persons, and the aggravated assault with a deadly weapons of an additional 20. A first degree felony, it carries a possible sentence of not less than 20 years to not more than 99 to be served in the penitentiary.

In a superseding indictment, he is charged with directing the activities of an organized criminal gang from the seat of his Harley-Davidson Motorcycle as he and his fellow motorcycle enthusiasts arrived for a political meeting called by the Confederation of Clubs to review the activities of legislators considering motorcycle safety funds amounting to millions of dollars collected from registration fees, open carry of handguns, and proposed legislation that would prohibit law enforcement officers targeting what the governments of states and the U.S. Department of Justice have termed “outlaw motorcycle gangs.”

The practice of “outlawry” is prohibited by the Texas Constitution’s Bill of Rights in Article 1, Section 20. It is an ancient concept once practiced by courts of royalty and the nobility, in which a defendant who need not have been present was placed “out law” – literally beyond the protections of the law, to be killed or maimed at the will of the King’s Men, noblemen and their soldiers, or members of the peasantry.

God save the State of Texas!

I am sincere.

So mote it be.

  • The Legendary Jim Parks

Engineered Storm Terror

“Rapidly accelerating climate and biosphere collapse is not somewhere on the horizon, it is here, now.”

Tsunamis, cyclones, hurricanes and complications of storm surge are a mere and puny reality from the past. Add to it managed rainfall, and you’ve got a terrifying scenario of a world spun out of control.

This video journalist says massive weather manipulations are performed by contractors who use strong electronic signals to force storms to go where they are engineered to go.

Watch the presentation by clicking here.

Terror Invoked From Inside Prison Walls

SECOND IN A SERIES:  A WAR OF TERROR ON WE THE PEOPLE

Six Shooter Junction – What happens when the files of multi-agency organized crime task forces become listening posts for the criminals? Check it out:

WHEN THE LETTER CAME, it bore tidings of a “green light” on numerous officials, including an Assistant U.S. Attorney, state investigators, and local officials.

Green light is Aryan Brotherhood’s way of ordering a “kill on sight” command for persons named in the missive. The order comes from behind prison walls and it’s signed off by at least one of five “generals” in the nationwide system of white supremacist prisoners who run their affairs as if they were not inside the prisons where they likely will stay for many years to come.

At that point, according to a criminal investigator, “I had to do my job.”

He forwarded the letter to the U.S. Marshal’s Service because it involved a threat on a federal court officer, and it worked its way up the chain of command to Washington, D.C., where it was assigned to the Joint Task Force on Terrorism.

Within a short time, federal investigators were seeking interviews with inmates throughout the U.S. prison system.

The letter came from a State Felony Jail at Travis County, and it’s interesting how its author, David Crook, a brother by adoption of Brett Crook, assistant chief of police at Woodway, wound up there.

He let the investigator know that he couldn’t do time at Hutchins State Jail, that if he was shipped there, there was an instant green light order to terminate his life.

And so, it came to pass that he was transferred to Hutchins State Jail. He immediately squawked to the investigator by letting him know his task was to green light yet another inmate within 24 hours or face the same fate at the hands of yet another inmate so commanded to take action – or else.

The intercession of a top officer of the Texas Department of Criminal Justice – Institutional Division – saw to his transfer to Travis State Jail.

When the letter hit the desk of the U.S. Marshal’s Service, they persuaded the investigator that he needed to assist them by going to see Crook first, to “grease the skids” for their eventual visit.

He ran into problems from two directions. First, Fire Marshal Kevin Vranich was very opposed to his visit to the Travis State Jail. Secondly, the director of a local organized crime ttask force, Fred Rhea, of the Texas Department of Criminal Justice Inspector General’s office, was reportedly infuriated that Crook’s letter hadn’t been routed through his office first.

When he finally made it to the lockup, the investigator let Crook know he would be getting a visit from a man who was working for a nationwide task force focussing on terror.

Though the U.S. Marshal in checking out Crook’s story had been cautioned not to take anyone from the Woodway Police Department with him, he took a fellow federal investigator.

David Crook was allegedly so alienated, he began to feed the feds all kinds of bogus information, stuff that didn’t make much sense, and predictably they backed off the case.

After he was unable to get his cooperation as a result, he took David Crook’s brother by adoption, Assistant Chief of Police Brett Crook. While he waited in the car, Crook sidetracked the investigation, through his adroit questioning of his brother, and the net net result was it came off a dud, according to the investigator.

But that left his clambake with his brother Brett Crook, the top Woodway cop, up in the air. This is the way that situation shook out, as previously reported. 

When he got out of jail, he went back to retrieve a video file he had stashed on electronic storage that reportedly consists of a depiction of the molestation of a small girl child, and the intentionally set fire that engulfed her mother’s trailer on North 19th Street in Waco that killed the woman and two of her siblings. A third child escaped the furnace through the rescue of a neighbor.

And then there was the Waco Police detective who would comb through evidence the investigator stored at the Task Force office in Waco and use it to further manipulate the actions of informants so affected by the material known to the multi-agency task force.

So far, the shake-up resulting has seen the resignation of the Waco Fire Chief, the Chief of Police, the retirement of the Waco Police Detective and the Texas Department of Criminal Justice Institutional Division Inspector General’s Office investigator.

Big H Flooding: Lawyers Were On It Before Harvey Closed The Gulf Coast

Attorneys in Houston knew of the coming disaster through their political contacts at City Hall. This Facebook entry from August 24 by Harris County District Clerk Chris Daniel shares the intelligence.

Houston – A lawyer leaked the story that in an emergency meeting, the Harris County Flood Control District revealed to city officials behind closed doors there would be at least twice the rainfall more than the predicted 24 inches.

As one may surmise, the local politicians – including District Clerk Chris Daniel – labeled that as false news in an effort to suppress the knowledge of the coming disaster, and thus avoid a panic.

So mote it be.

Alone With The Terror Of Terror – By Terror Alone

THERE’S A MAN WITH A GUN OVER THERE, TELLIN’ ME…ETC.

Nancy Bidwell of Scentsy Place, lost her drug dog to a brutal attacker – after she had trained the animal by an agreement  with the Sheriff 

FIRST IN A SERIES ABOUT DRUG TERROR IN OUR LIVES

Aquilla, Texas – It starts when you’re always afraid. A major adjustment comes when you forget that you are, and just accept your feelings for the way things always will be.

Terror is real. You can feel it in your suddenly sour mouth, the hair on the back of your neck, deep in your bowels.

It’s an element of war, one only experienced under the extreme duress of combat and the organized violence of a nation state hell bent on visiting destruction on that of another for the sole purpose of enforcing its political will on the people so declared enemies.

Ask Nancy Bidwell. She knows.

Over a period of 37 years, her occupation has grown in importance, she says. It’s taken her far away, to places she once only imagined.

When Dub-yah parked the big plane at Texas State Technical and choppered by Marine One to the ranch at Crawford, her number one priority was to see that the aircraft and all the rolling stock was free from explosives.

She spent the weekend getting an arena in Dallas ready for a performance by Lady Antebellum.

In the early days after she emigrated from Canada, she spent a lot of time making sure dormitories, schools, and industrial locations were drug-free.

And she trains dogs – dogs for the blind, dogs for drug and explosives detection, and dogs for all forms of security tasks.

We the People have lived with the psychological stress of the threat of terror for so long, now, it’s become second nature. Hearing that your government is making war on drugs, war on poverty, war on illiteracy – literally war on anything deemed less than desirable will condition a soul to a higher realization, one that is unspoken, but perceived.

Our government is busy making war on We The People; its officials both major and minor, from the ranks of both the higher arcana the purely numerical, spend a lot of their time involved in just that – and that alone.

So when the McLennan County Sheriff’s Office decided to hire a new K9 handler and needed a new dog to handle drug and explosives detection, she didn’t see anything particularly unusual about it. She just went to work conditioning an animal with the ability to sniff a pot of Irish stew and readily discern every element of the recipe, including the herbs and spices, vegetables and meat, potatoes and peppers, instead of the one amalgamated aroma of Irish stew as available to the human nose.

Some say she generated an invoice for the purchase; others are very sure there was a purchase order and a firm price, to be matched by a grant established for law enforcement purposes – such as combatting human trafficking.

But after what happened to the dog, no one is quite so sure, now, how all that shook out.

Bill Helton of the Treasurer’s Office checked with Accounts Payable and said they can find no invoice or any other instrument that shows there was a payment due for a K9.

This is what remains. And it seems to be common knowledge among the cognoscenti of affairs of the badge.

Someone came to Scentsy Place and killed Nancy Bidwell’s dog, the one she had trained for the new hire at the Sheriff’s Office.

The killing was done in a very bizarre way.

Somehow, the entire throat, mouth, and what serves as a larynx and  in a canine, the windpipe and esophagus – all of that was frozen solid by some sort of very cold, pressurized gas, such a a carbon dioxide fire extinguisher, or maybe a can of freon used to charge refrigeration systems.

Stealth. Silence.

“It could only have been done by someone in the police,” she said.

She declined to say how she knows that.

“She was beautiful,” recalled Nancy Bidwell.

That’s what remains.

It’s not very pretty to look at it.

So mote it be.

 

 

Creating Destinations Through Theme Bars

You couldn’t see the Hollywood and Vine bistro from the Square at Glen Rose, so Dobber Stephenson grabbed the theme from out of the air

Walnut Springs, TX  – The state highway system crisscrosses miles and miles of Texas, and it’s dotted with small towns getting smaller, venues with gorgeous stone and brick buildings that were a short wagon hop for ranchers and farmers of long ago.

On Saturdays, the family headed for the barber shop, the Post Office, freight depot, bank, lumber yard, grocery, and mercantile dry goods stores, and the obligatory parking spot, from which to watch the people, meet and greet.

In today’s jet-shrunken world, travel is complicated by fuel and insurance logistics, backed by hostile cops, mercenary wrecker drivers, and coldly calculating courts.

Locking people up for trying to have a good time has become one of the true growth industries in the Lone Star State. Don’t believe it, try it; you won’t like it. As the Governor says in his signs, “DWI: You can’t afford it.”

A trip to the bright lights of Big D, the Bayou city, Ostentatious and the Alamo could well land a dude and dudette in the hot house for many years to come – after the impound fee for parking where it looks perfectly legal to park, the obligatory fees for the bondsman and lawyer, probation, rehab, and ankle monitor costs, there’s always the surcharges imposed by the administrative court at the DPS in Austin.

The MAN has big plans for the rest of your life. No doubt.

That’s why weekending in the major metropolitan areas has become an artful pursuit of day trips to places you’ve never had time to see, wild places long abandoned and perfectly good for an R&R mental health couple of days that don’t really involve all the bummers a trip to the bright lights can bring on – in stereo.

Enter Dobber Stephenson, a guy who has helped turn more venues into destinations for the road weary, traffic-bound and uptight urban crowds than is generally known.

’32 Deuce Coupe, best in show in Saturday’s Car Show sponsored by  Blackie’s Bait Shop, The Yellow Dog Saloon,  the Tailgate Ranch, Walnuts Springs, and 111 Cycles, Clifton

To review: he, Dave Edwards and Mike Ditka, then of the Dallas Cowboys, partnered in Dirt Dobbers off Lemmon Avenue at about the time liquor by the drink became legal. They did so well, he opened up the Sportspage on Inwood Rd., with the standard attractions in what was then North Dallas – the locker room hamburger, drinks, drinks, drinks – dames – and all that jazz.

Then came the gas crunch, the oil embargo and the dippity-doo price of crude, and people needed a get-away to get away from it all. Witness, the Oar House on the eastern shore of Lake Ray Hubbard, and at Glen Rose, the remake of an old mansion in the trees above the Courthouse Square, at the corner of a street named Vine – hence, Hollywood and Vine, with more of the same, a convenient day trip from the Metromess at a well-known summer spa town recently become rich from the benefits of developing the Comanche Peak nuclear power station.

When he put up the Hollywood sign on the hill, right where a motorist emerging from the hot and dusty trail can’t miss it, he caught some flack from the historical commission, but no worries. He had informed the City Council ahead of time.

It’s still there.

“We had no visible advertising from the square,” he told the local scribes.

Done deal.

And now, there is the Yellow Dog Saloon, a part of a shop complex of Blackie’s Bait Shop, The Yellow Rose, and a second saloon right across the street. They feature cowboy art, harness, tack, lariats, antiques, and all the other impedimenta of rural ranch lands amidst the flat iron mesas of near west Texas in the breaks above the North Bosque and the Brazos drainage system.

More of the same, drinks, burgers, good-looking people out for a ride, and why not? If it works, why fix it?

The bar back at the Yellow Dog, filled with flash and stuff to look at

Crowds of kids, dogs, car restoration fanatics, and people wandering around watching the people watch the people on a rainy Saturday beheld the judging at the car contest, a spectacle of old timey flivvers made to look like they just came off the showroom floor, customized, painted in the best tangerine-flaked, streamlined baby fashion, chromed and lowered, chopped, channeled, raked and road ready.

Vroom!

There is live music at the Yellow Dog, featuring both kinds of music – country and western – written originally by singer-songwriters in their prime, guys and gals with a track record and a love of the local roads. They have Facebook pages and Reverb Nation notices of their works.

Try before you buy, just look them up, once you find out who’s appearing. Very small world, indeed, an electronic village, and getting smaller by the nanosecond. Just ask The Donald and Hillary; they will be glad to tell you all about it. But, hey, it’s the weekend.

They also have innovative trophies at Walnut Springs. Check it out:

Randy Richardson, best in show car, the ’32 Deuce Coupe depicted

 

 

 

 

‘I Went To The Pyramids’

Waco – It was a pleasant afternoon, filled with laughter, and time passed without thought of the hurricane and the coming storm.

She became very detached after the interview and we published it on-line, and she kept hinting it was time for me to go, but I lingered, just looking at her, measuring the tonality of her speech, the timbre of her voice, the extraordinary length of her limbs.

Suddenly, she whirled and put her face in mine, saying, as suddenly as ever, “We think we’re so important, our lives are so important, well, they’re not. You learn that down in Mexico.”

Then she nodded, looking up and to the left, as if to reassure herself – to assure herself – she didn’t leave her face behind when she took it out of my face.

Mexico.

She and her ex, the people’s lawyer, went there after the fall. Then they split up.

“I lived with the poor people, with the Mexicans, not with the Americans,” she said. “You learn from them.”

“What do you learn?” I asked.

“You learn that time and life and all that stuff are nothing. You learn that the Aztecs worshipped mongoloids, thought they were from outer space, and they’re not; they’re mongoloids.”

“You learn they executed the brilliant children, the ones who could think, sacrificed them and believed they were sending them to live in the stars, but they didn’t. They just killed them, that’s all.”

How does she know these things?

“I talked to people. I listened.”

Did she read?

“I don’t read in Spanish, but I speak it.

“I went to the pyramids.”

Verily, she does speak Spanish, and she did go to the pyramids, after the fall.

Smoking Gun Tape Of DA, Cop Alleged By Ex-Wife

Bernadette Feazell says an audio file among 300 hours of such records held by ex-“New Yorker” writer Frederic Dannen details how her ex, former DA Vic Feazelle, and Lt. Truman Simons plotted the murder for hire of a federal witness scheduled to appear against him. 

Waco – Bernie Feazell has come forward to assist in reopening an investigation into the Lake Waco Murders case because her status as the woman a man left behind leaves her literally outlawed – placed out law by a system that favors men’s systematic method of replacing their women with little recourse for ex-wives.

“I don’t have anything left to lose,” she says.

One of her chief allegations is that a tape made surreptitiously in a phone call between her ex-husband former McLennan County DA Vic Feazell and his investigator, Lt. Truman Simons, clearly shows that they plotted the murder for hire of Richard Bowers, a heroin dealer busted during the investigation.

Bowers was a confidential informant in the FBI case against her husband for bribery. When the DA prosecuted him, he seized $60,000 in cash as well as other goods. The prosecution used the money to establish a Special Crimes Unit in the Liberty Building at 100 W 6th St. on the Courthouse Square, and to pay Simons’ salary as the gumshoe who would build the cases against a quartet of men charged with the murder conspiracy that led to the deaths of three area teenagers in 1981.

David Wayne Spence was executed; Gilbert and Antony Melendez died behind prison bars; and Mohammed Muneer Deeb did ten years on Death Row before an appeal he wrote to the Court of Criminal Appeals remanded his case back to the Court at Cleburne where he was convicted largely on hearsay testimony of a jailhouse snitch. Thus acquitted in a subsequent new trial, he lived out the remainder of his life in freedom before succumbing to cancer.

No one survives today who were allegedly part of the murders, and their survivors are seeking a redress of what they see as wrongful convictions for the crimes. Dallas lawyer Jay English is preparing the case on behalf of Jason Spence, the son of David Wayne Spence, who witnessed his father’s execution at the man’s invitation, the heirs of the Melendez brothers, and relatives of Deeb.

In this half-hour interview, Bernie Feazell gives the name of the man alleged to have murdered Bowers for money by his taped confession, which claims is also available, and declares that the DNA evidence collected from the victims of the lake murders will be analyzed in a lab controlled by a member of the Texas Forensics Commission.

 

 

Carrizal Trial To Go On

I HAVE NO RECOURSE. I CAN’T DEFEND AGAINST TWO PROSECUTORS – Casie Gotro, attorney for Bandido Jake Carrizal

Bandido Jake Carrizal (r) with his defense lawyer Casie Gotro (Center) and investigator Kevin Fisk (l) 

Six Shooter Junction – 19th Criminal District Court Judge Ralph T. Strother put his head in his hands and his elbows on the bench in the classic “heavy, heavy hangs over my head” pose of gloom.

When he recomposed himself, he beseeched the defense attorney Casie Gotro with palms up, pleading, “For crying out loud, tell us what you want…”

At contretemps with prosecutors, who claim they have given her all the evidence and names of witnesses, statements, reports and information requested, she insisted there are disks in the DA’s “property room” with four conversations regarding statements taken by DPS officers from witnesses who saw what happened at the massacre at Twin Peaks Restaurant which claimed the lives of 9, wounded 20, and resulted in the arrest and murder conspiracy charges of 177 persons after a hail of gunfire from both bikers and police.

Her client, Jake Carrizal, a Bandido from Dallas is the first to be tried on two counts, the original one of engaging in organized criminal activity, and a superseding indictment for directing a criminal enterprise that led to the capital murder and/or aggravated assault.

At an evidentiary hearing held on August 14, the Judge allowed no one to be called to the witness stand, and ordered no one to turn over the information she subpoenaed.

According to lead prosecutor Michael Jarrett and DA Abel Reyna, “She’s been given everything she asked for.”

Au contraire, said Ms. Gotro. “They keep giving me the same things over and over.”

When Jarrett said there are no disks and he has no property room, she told the judge, “I have no recourse; I can’t defend my client against two prosecutors,” meaning that both the state and the judge are acting as such.

With great emotion, Strother said, “How about doing what we asked you to do and tell us what you want?”

In exasperation, Ms. Gotro said she had included that information on the subpoenas he had served on 12 witnesses or their designees. “I don’t have them with me now.”

“Where in the name of God does that leave us,” Strother fairly shouted.

She accused him of not reading the subpoenas.

Again, in total exasperation, he waved his arms and said, “I have no clue what is in those subpoenas!” He then put his chin in his hands and sat for a long moment before saying he would like to see counsel in his chambers.

Ms. Gotro refused to go unless the court reporter and her client Jake Carrizal accompanied the prosecution and defense.

When the judge gave his assent, they all trooped behind the closed door and emerged a half hour later.

Said the judge, “This matter is still set for jury trial at 8:30 am on September 12. The jury summons will be rescheduled for September 1.”

Ms. Gotro made no statement about seeking a writ of mandamus from the 10th District Court of Appeals to order the judge have witnesses produce the evidence she demands, nor did she mention pursuing a motion to recuse Strother, as she had promised earlier in a motion to stay the proceeding and another of noncompliance with preparation of the jurors’ questionnaire and evidentiary procedure.

She claimed she could do no such thing without the pre-trial discovery items she had requested and the evidence she had subpoenaed.

Following the hearing, Mr. Carrizal said, “To them, this is just a game, or just some case; to me, it’s my life.”

 

Tales Of The Catwalk

19th Criminal District Court Judge Ralph T. Strother – photo by T.Witherspoon, Waco ‘Tribune-Herald’ staff writer

THAT SOUNDS LIKE CONTENT RESTRICTION, TO ME – Casie Gotro, defense counsel for Bandido Jake Carrizal

Jerusalem-On-The-Brazos – It is a well-known fact to one and all that T. Witherspoon of the Waco ‘Tribune-Herald’ is the dean of courthouse reporters in this fair university town that would be but a truck stop were it not for Baylor University.

Naturally, Witherspoon is the only media representative and erstwhile scribbler who is allowed to take pictures in the 19th Criminal District Courtroom, a fact reported in a story reported previously in these columns.

When Mssrs. T. Woods, city editor of that mighty organ of public opinion, and his boss, Steve Boggs, editor, apprehended that we of The Legendary had re-printed a picture of Bandido Jake Carrizal, the first of 155 persons facing murder conspiracy indictments in the criminal district courts following the massacre of May 17, 2015 at Twin Peaks Restaurant, snapped by Mr. Witherspoon, they responded with fervent and righteous objection in the dialect of high dudgeon.

Observe:

Reached for comment, Mr. Boggs allowed that the or else to this unhappy occurrence is simple enough. “We will get the lawyer to get out a cease and desist,” he said.

Wot dis mean, Cholly, is equally simple. If we don’t do what he say do, then the injunction will include some verbiage about in this order fail not, or suffer the contempt of this Court, accompanied by thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening, and other words to that effect – expensive words, the kind that cost time in the cross bar hotel of the striped sunshine if you have not the coin to satisfy the clerk.

Avanti.

Cut to: A phone call from Ms. Casie Gotro, the defense counsel representing Jake Carrizal whom Judge Strother has threatened in a written order to appear with her client tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. – or else. He will order the revocation of the bandit’s bond, institute contempt proceedings against his attorney, and other – ah – well – distasteful  consequences of which, dear hearts , you may well imagine if you may choose to give it any nevermind.

Nevertheless:

She recalled her first appearance in the Carrizal case, during which she learned of a verbal order by Strother to gag her utterances regarding the instant litigation, other circumstances surrounding the Twin Peaks – ah, let’s say – conundrum in general, and words to that effect.

Oh, dear.

She said of Strother regarding this latest contretemps: “He sounds to me like he’s all about content restriction.”

Not good.

She recollected that when she made a verbal motion for the discontinuance of the gag order, he replied from the bench, “What do you want to tell people, Ms. Gotro?”

Her reply – “I asked him to reduce the order to writing, and he lifted the gag order.”

We’ve heard about this kind of thing before, as you know.

Same case, different defendants? Remember, the Twin Peaks indictments are based on an identical Affidavit of Warrantless Arrest applied to 177 persons arrested on that tragic Sunday, an instrument signed by Detective Chavez of the Waco Police Department.

We live and learn – while you wait – dear hearts.

Legal opinion gleaned so far from Ms. Gotro and an acquaintance of hers, Houston attorney Mark Bennett:

The material is germane to my reporting because my readers may be interested in courtroom conditions and the restrictions which apply to all other journalists other than those employed by the Waco ‘Tribune-Herald.’ The common law Fair Use doctrine could well apply. Would we like to find out? Hell, yes!

We would also like to challenge the Texas Journalist Shield Act in its subsection that stipulates as a result of a Senatorial amendment to the original House version of the Act that only those journalists who derive a “substantial” portion of income from their scribblings may claim privilege under the provisions of the law.

After all, there are a large number of Baptist preachers who marry, bury, preach and teach without ever making a dime. They are members of their churches and they serve their congregations with no demand for emolument other than love offerings. And yet the First Amendment and the provisions of the Texas Bill of Rights apply to them as well as the upscale ministers and pastors of uptown and high income congregations of all denominations of faith.

Same license, different style. As Miles Davis once asked through the mouthpiece of his horn, “So what?” They say it was Duane Allman’s favorite blues album. That’s Jimbo, brother. And the floggings will continue – until morale improves.

I am sincere.

So mote it be.