The state hack judge du jour is Maurice R. Flynn III, a failed Democrat candidate for state rep, a second-generation payroll patriot who since graduating law school in 1975 has spent 35 of the last 43 years slurping at one public trough or another.
In other words, he’s a hack judge right out of Central Casting. At now, at age 68, nearing the checkout counter, he reaches the nadir of his squalid, disgraceful lifelong vacation from honest labor.
In 2015 Flynn returned the driver’s license of a deranged menace named Autumn Harris. Last weekend, cruising Revere after admittedly consuming a smorgasbord of painkillers, muscle relaxants, alcohol and cannabis products, Harris runs over and kills two young girls, a 2-month-old infant and her 5-year-old sister.
Merry Christmas, Judge Flynn! You must be very proud of yourself.
This wasn’t Flynn’s first brush with judicial lunacy. Remember the trust-funded hippies who shut down rush-hour traffic coming into the city from both the north and the south back in 2015 to protest, uh, something about a cop in Missouri who defended himself against a deranged, stoned 300-pound thug who was trying to kill him.
These vile layabouts totally blocked rush hour traffic coming into the city. Taxpayers couldn’t get to their jobs, students couldn’t attend their classes, doctors’ appointments and airline flights out of Logan were missed, etc.
Months later, Flynn showed the ultimate professional courtesy to his unemployable compadres in the non-working classes. He cut 14 of the 18 unrepentant Somerville hippies loose with “continueds without a finding.
No jail time, no restitution, just 60 hours “community service” — wink wink nudge nudge.
“They were participating,” Flynn pompously intoned, “in what they truly believed to be a just cause.”
Question: If you rob a bank can you get away with it if you tell the judge you believed giving yourself some free money was “a just cause?”
That miscarriage of justice happened in November 2015. It now turns out 2015 that may have been the hack Flynn’s career year, because earlier, in April, he refused a desperate plea by the district attorney of Middlesex County to stop Autumn Harris from getting her driver’s license back.
She had rear-ended another car in Medford, failed a field sobriety test and refused a Breathalyzer. This is a recurring theme in Harris’ driving record – she declined an earlier breath test in Ipswich. The cops in Essex County had asked if she knew what town she was in and she replied “Yeah, Malden MA 02148.”
Wrong town, wrong county, but correct zip code.
That case was… continued without a finding. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
Then there the 2007 pinch in Malden MA 02148 for disturbing the peace and a&b with a dangerous weapon. A year later, she was charged in Malden with malicious destruction of property. Can someone say… continued without a finding?
So the prosecutors in Middlesex had very good reason for wanting to stop this maniac from getting back behind the wheel – “she posed a danger to the public,” they wrote to the judge, stating what was obvious to everyone… except Flynn.
But Judge Flynn, the career hack, ordered the return of her license. And now two little girls are dead.
You know, anyone can make a mistake. But when you have this kind of recidivist record of… unstable behavior, does any responsible jurist really want to give someone the benefit of the doubt – especially for the fourth or fifth time?
So who is this Judge Flynn? Well, his dad and namesake was a state rep in Malden, and a member of the Democrat State Committee. After Fast Eddie Markey got elected to Congress in 1976, Flynn ran for his House seat.
But Flynn lost the primary to a 450-pound thug named John McNeil, a/k/a “McFeel,” who later went down on perv charges related to secretly videotaping his daughter’s young nanny in sex acts.
As befits a bust-out payroll Charlie, after being defeated by McFeel, Flynn then bounced around the hackerama before going into private practice in 1985. There are two types of lawyers in private practice – ones who can make a living, and those who are trying desperately to grab a judgeship because the alternative is starving to death.
At age 40 in 1990, Flynn decided it was time for early retirement – a state judgeship. He gave money to both candidates for governor that year – Bill Weld got $1,000 and John Silber received $250. It’s called hedging your bets.
Oh, yeah, Flynn also took care of one legislator – Good Time Charlie Flaherty, the House speaker soon to be convicted of income tax evasion.
In 1993, Flynn cashed in his IOU with Weld, and got the black robes. Among the witnesses at his confirmation hearing: Judge Christine McEvoy, who would later herself go down on a drunk driving rap on 128 in Lexington.
Given the social circles he runs in, it was only natural for Flynn to give Autumn Harris a chance to continue driving impaired.
In his written statement to the Governor’s Council in 1993, Flynn explained his PC philosophy of no punishment to fit the crime, whatever the crime:
“I believe a judge should strive for fairness and consistency in sentencing.”
Where do the dead little girls go for their fairness, Judge?
But what does Flynn care about two dead kids? Exactly two years from now, he turns 70, and starts collecting a pension of about $125,000 a year.
Naturally Flynn is refusing to comment about his fatally terrible decision. These failed lawyers never feel the need to explain anything – they buy judgeships from politicians for short money and then spend the rest of their lives arrogantly behaving as if God Himself handed them their robes.
One final question: has anyone ever seen Judge Flynn and Judge Timothy “Touchy” Feeley in the same room?
