STATUS QUO, SIR? WHY, THAT’S LATIN FOR THE MESS WE’VE DONE GOT OURSELVES INTO NOW…Court Testimony of a Texas Ranger
Waco – One can only pray that they died in a state of grace.
IS THERE ANY SUCH THING AS QUID PRO QUO IN ETERNITY?
Further, one can only hope the conflagration following the intense explosion that melted the aluminum walls of the trailer was more merciful than the prospect of a life to be lived in these circumstances.
In this world, it matters a lot when you stop and listen to the players come and go from the rooms, their voices recorded in a medium of iron oxide particles magnetized and aligned in sonic patterns on a moving tape, or recorded in a digital medium under layers of spinning polymer on a disk or spinning hard drive.
The dreidel moves on, the players trade with authorities striving to influence the actions of grand jurors, magistrates, agents and judges, their actions spinning into an infinity of inertia, enshrouded in a mystery wrapped in the well-known terms of unexplained enigma.
Somewhere, at the bottom of the heap of ruin, in a time so well forgotten by a future unfolding now, the words taken down surreptitiously on an audio recorder in a woman’s back jeans pocket on August 9, 2012, in a sub-office of a federal narcotics task force manned by DEA agents matter-of-factly inquiring as to who has what dog in the fight, and what are they willing to trade for what they want, a pattern emerges.
It’s a sordid tale of sorrow, a recurring theme of which is terror, stark fear backed up by a constant threat of violent retribution for what can only be described as an insanely shifting litany of abuses in which snitches wind up in ditches, or get stitches – or something just as fearsome.
Men who have sacrificed their freedom and live behind bars for life call the shots, pick and choose who will die by fire, by the knife or the gun. They pride themselves on their Aryan origins, their steely resolve to be a kingpin player in a world in which the only rule is that there are no rules, where the inmates rule the asylum, the authorities are there to preserve the record and the judges only are able to make decisions on the interpretation of the law, its application to the facts found, and the proof is in the shifting sands of a learned judicial establishment.
When it is expedient, public officials resign, retire under duress, or accept other positions of less authority. One such person is former arson investigator Kevin Fisk of the Waco Fire Marshal’s office, who now works as a court-appointed private investigator on the first of the Twin Peaks cases to come to trial, that of Bandido Jake Carrizal. His story is of interest because of the sheer wall of silence that surrounds the illegal dealings of public officials involved in the investigation of the deaths of Ashley Dawn Rogers and two of her little kids. Rather than succumb to claims that his mind has been adversely affected, he accepted an early retirement and career changing lateral move to the private sector.
The record is made murky by bureaucratic maneuvers and rulings, but Fisk clears it up this way: “You always seem to leave the impression I left to avoid having to fight accusation of me sustaining mental defect. I did not even file my lawsuit until AFTER I had been ruled fully fit for duty, and had proven the city’s accusations wrong…
“I retired purely because of constructive discharge. ‘Either you can retire today, or go back to work until we find a reason to fire you, at which point you won’t be entitled to your cash-out pay and retirement.'”
And then the men who manipulate the system from their citadels inside prison walls mark themselves with indelible ink tattoos on their faces.
Mother of God, be with us now and at the time of our deaths…
IT’S VERY TRUE, THE GOVERNMENT CANNOT COMPEL ONE TO PRAY, BUT IT SURE AS HELL CAN CREATE CONDITIONS THAT WILL PERSUADE ONE TO AT LEAST GIVE IT A TRY… – LEGENDARY JIM
On a cold February night in 2012, an explosion of unknown origin from a mysterious source of sudden heat took the lives of a mother and two of her small children in a Bosqueville trailer park near the Brazos river banks.
The resulting drama led to the loss of jobs for the Chief of Waco Police, the Chief of the Fire Department, a number of detectives, and the sacrifice of truth in pursuit of justice.
Seven defendants indicted for engaging in organized criminal activity walked free of their fetters, some on them to return to prisons for unspecified crimes against the state committed in other places, other times. (click here)
And though this half-hour recording of poor quality audio is difficult to follow, listen carefully as a man and a woman appeared at a federal narcotics enforcement office in an ordinary commercial building at No. 6801 Sanger Ave., Waco, and negotiated their way to a better deal than the courts and prosecutors had offered.
It’s as cut and dried as a contract deal, a price for constructing a building, or the terms of a labor resolution to some obscure dispute.
It’s simply the way things are done, but its deadly parallels with the mess we done got ourselves in now stand out in stark relief, bold contrast to what is ideal and what is expected of our blindfolded goddess of justice, Themis.
Put in stereo ear buds and behold: Josh Gunter had been busted for trafficking in a controlled substance. His companion went to Kingsville and got him, transported him to the narc office and stood by while he bargained away – and all the while, the local authorities balked at just simply arresting the people implicated in a heinous murder by fire, fire allegedly used as a weapon, an act of capital murder, punishable by death if jurors suspect the actor is capable of repeating his actions on his fellow human beings if allowed to live inside a prison for the rest of his life.
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