As a taxpayer of Norfolk County, I am hereby demanding a refund of my property taxes from District Attorney Michael “Meatball” Morrissey.
Even if my neighbors and I were in favor of framing an innocent woman for a murder she didn’t commit, which we are not, I would argue that we are being overcharged.
Massively overcharged.
In the Karen Read trial in Dedham, an “expert” witness testified that his lackluster company has been paid about $400,000 for their, uh, analysis of the murder of John O’Keefe.
Also, Norfolk County will be charged for the Lexus SUV these “experts” bought to do a Blippi-like reconstruction of the accident, which will probably set us back another $80,000. The new car was used in the clownish stunt that involved the “expert” splashing himself with enough blue paint to make himself look like a Smurf.
But there’s more money being squandered. Don’t forget the “special prosecutor,” Mob mouthpiece Hank Brennan, who is billing at least $250,000 for his very special services.
And then there are the other two “special counsels” involved in a different, related railroading – that of Aidan “Turtleboy” Kearney, who has broken most of the stories about this law-enforcement scandal. One of them is a retired judge who is already collecting two pensions from us, to the tune of $203,000 a year.
Now, I understand that the Norfolk County DA’s office is actually a line item in the state budget. But still, this national embarrassment of a trial still falls upon the residents of the benighted 28 communities of Norfolk County.
As a taxpayer (if no longer a voter) in Norfolk County, I think I speak for all the non-hacks in the shire when I say that we do not object to spending whatever it takes to put the bad guys away.
What we do object to is the exorbitant cost of framing innocent parties.
I know the DA’s office is trying to make cutbacks here and there, to provide more funds for their Job One, which is frame-ups. For instance, exactly a year before John O’Keefe’s death in Canton, a pregnant 23-year-old woman was murdered, allegedly by her pedophile cop boyfriend from Stoughton, the town next door.
In order to reduce expenses, Meatball’s crack sleuths immediately ruled that obvious murder was a suicide because… professional courtesy.
Cops don’t arrest cops, even murdering cops. Not in Norfolk County anyway. They don’t even investigate cops. Remember when disgraced ex-trooper Michael Proctor was asked by one of his high school buddies if the guy whose front lawn BPD Officer John O’Keefe’s body was found on would get jammed up in the investigation?
“Nope,” said the crooked, gift-soliciting conehead clown, “homeowner is a Boston cop.”
The lesson here seems to be, as expensive as it is to convict a guilty party, it costs even more to frame somebody for a crime they didn’t commit.
At least in the domain of DA Meatball Morrissey.
And the costs of “just us” justice keep mounting. Eventually, the citizenry grow restive as murderers go free and innocent parties are being framed. The populace begins to lash out, in various types of civil disobedience. In Norfolk County, the vehicle of protest has become… rubber duckies.
Soon the Canton PD was undertaking a six-month investigation of where the rubber duckies of protest were coming from. Five search warrants, multi-department raids on garbage cans, readings of Miranda rights….
All on the taxpayers’ tab. Soon the State Police were mobilized. They set up their own elite Rubber Ducky detail.
And all the while, while all these Keystone Kops are running up the OT, the real criminals in Norfolk County are stealing hot stoves, and coming back for the smoke.
A Norfolk County hack named Tom Brady was arrested and charged with four counts of extortion, among other crimes.
He was lugged not by Meatball Morrissey, but by the feds.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
In Norfolk County, it’s up to the feds to arrest the criminals. The DA is too busy looking under every rock except the ones the bad actors and their rubber duckies are hiding under.
On Wednesday, it was more of the same in the Dedham courtroom where they’re trying to lynch Karen Read.
The company they’ve paid $400,000 to over the last eight months is called Aperture. The slogan on Aperture’s home page is “We exist to shine a light on truth.”
Surely they meant to say, “We exist to put a shine on a sneaker.”
And not a very good shine either. Last week Aperture had a prevaricating peckerwood witness named Shanon Burgess disemboweled by Karen Read’s attorneys.
Now that extra from Deliverance has been replaced by someone named Judson Welcher.
Welcher by name, welcher by nature.
How much of a disaster was Welcher? The bumbling judge, Beverly Cannone, got confused and called him “Dr. Burgess” at one point. That is not a compliment.
Welcher was very polite when being questioned on direct by Whitey Bulger’s lawyer, Hank Brennan.
Maybe it’s because they have so much in common – Welcher’s pocketing that $400,000 from the taxpayers, and Brennan’s grabbing at least $250,000, and probably much more.
Welcher and Brennan are laughing all to the way to the bank, as Liberace used to say. Laughing as they try to put Karen Read in prison for the rest of her life.
Welcher said he doesn’t “have a dog in the fight.” But he admitted that his presentation changes from day to day, hour to hour actually, depending on what Brennan orders him to do.
He says weird things, repeating words like “totality” over and over again. He puts air quotes around random statements, like “received an assignment.”
On Tuesday he informed the jury, “You know, modern cars have what’s called a VIN number.”
Modern cars? VIN numbers have been around since at least 1954.
Interestingly, the first payoff to Aperture from Meatball Morrissey came last year. They got the big payoff last month, almost like, well, pay to play.
It’s great entertainment on TV, but it’s very, very expensive for the taxpayers.
I want my money back.