Karen Read case a jihad against justice!

The lynch mob has been routed in Dedham. For once the hacks of Norfolk County did not get away from framing an innocent person.

And now it’s time for retribution.

First, District Attorney Michael “Meatball” Morrissey must be defeated next year, should he dare to run for reelection after masterminding this disgraceful, atrocious scandal.

Hos long will this obese, quadruple-chinned Kamala Harris delegate be allowed to continue perverting justice in Norfolk County?

Asking for Sandra Birchmore….

Meatball’s got to go. After the verdict, I spoke to Bill Read, Karen’s father, about what must be done to rid the county of the stench of Morrissey.

“We need to take back our government,” he said.

So many bad, horrible people who conspired together to frame an innocent woman.

Judge Auntie Bev Cannone deserves to be impeached, removed from office and stripped of her pension. Won’t happen, of course, but a Norfolk County taxpayer can dream, can’t he?

Hammered Hank Brennan, the sleazy Mob mouthpiece turned sleazy special persecutor, deserves to be shunned by every decent citizen, not to mention all the despicable criminals he’s become fabulously wealthy representing (almost always unsuccessfully).

Meatball Morrissey’s entire “detective” unit of State Police deserves to be sent packing, and their offices fumigated and then sown with salt. Those bent badges should be exiled as far away as possible from the county they’ve both shamed and terrorized – to the Lee barracks.

I suggested that on the air yesterday and a western Mass listener texted back at me:

“Keep your crooked cops down there! We have enough problems out here already.”

For awhile yesterday, it looked like the Norfolk County fix was in again. Around 2 o’clock, it was announced they had a verdict. Then they said they didn’t have a verdict – even though they had delivered a signed verdict slip in an envelope.

Call it the “butt dial verdict.”

But whatever the pot-bellied courthouse stooges were conniving, the scheme fell apart quickly. The not guiltys started coming in and the crowds outside in the so-called buffer zone started cheering so loudly you could hear it in the courtroom.

Down on the street, everyone was wearing pink, and they were chanting, bringing back memories of some of the trial’s top characters, even including the McAlberts’ mysteriously vanished dog, Chloe.

“Where’s Chloe?” they yelled.

And, “Lock up Jen! Lock up Jen!”

And of course, “Free Turtleboy!” referring to Aidan Kearney, the blogger who was collateral damage in Meatball’s jihad against justice, doing two months in the Norfolk County lockup for… another frame job.

The hackerama, though, has learned absolutely nothing from their humiliation. The McAlberts, on whose front lawn the body of Karen Read’s boyfriend was found, immediately issued a press release.

“This prosecution was infected by lies and conspiracy theories spread by Karen Read, her defense team and some in the media.”

I read that statement to Turtleboy last night and he started laughing.

“Nice!” he said. “I got a shout-out!”

He’s still looking at multiple counts of witness intimidation and God only knows what else. Meatball has hired two special prosecutors to railroad him, including one low-IQ retired judge who’s grabbing not one, but two state pensions, worth $203,000 a year. Plus whatever he’s pocketing from his fellow lifelong hack.

They have no shame, none of them, from Meatball on down. Michael Proctor is the disgraced, fired state trooper, who solicited a “gift” from the McAlberts in return for locking up Karen Read. He had the chutzpah to book an interview on fake news ABC last night, to claim that he’s the one who was framed.

He was too dirty to be called as a witness even by Meatball, and now he goes on the sleazy network that just paid Donald Trump $15 million for defamation and fired Terry Moran.

That McAlbert statement denouncing the “lies,” by the way, by signed by a real cross-section of them… a witness who changed her story from one grand jury to another, another one who lied twice to the FBI in her first interview (including giving a false name), the woman who offered that “gift” to Proctor, a Canton cop who was suspended by getting so drunk with Proctor while on duty that he left his badge in the car, a Canton selectman who did six months for a hit-and-run manslaughter, a Boston cop who destroyed his cell phone one day ahead of a preservation order from the court….

The McAlberts also said that they “may have more to say in the future.”

Perhaps they’re planning to write a book. Maybe they could call it, “If We Did It.”

Last night the Free Karen Read was cruising Washington Street in Canton. They were crestfallen at the Waterfall, but the pink-clad supporters were honking their horns and waving pink pom-poms out the window.

They were planning watch parties for last night’s Proctor interview. Fireballs all around!

This not-guilty verdict is devastating to law enforcement in Norfolk County. Three departments will now be disbanding their elite rubber-ducky details – the Canton and Stoughton PDs and the detective unit in DA Meatball Morrissey’s office.

Think about it – the only thing they cared about after the murder of a Boston police officer was pinning it “on the girl.” But when citizens began protesting the lynching by dropping off rubber duckies, the laws put out a county-wide dragnet to find out who was ordering them from Amazon.

It’s the end of a golden age, of overtime if not justice. After the verdict, two of Meatball’s local trooper thugs, Brian Tully and Yuriy Bukhenik, were seen lurking outside the courthouse.

Like Chloe the dog, Brian Tully has already been “rehomed” out of the county. As for Yuriy – have you ever visited the Cheshire barracks, Comrade?

Peru is quite scenic on the overnight shift, I’m told.

Next step: get the kangaroo-court charges against Turtleboy dropped.

By then, it will be time for Meatball Morrissey’s annual August fund-raiser. You’ll know a lot by who shows up for that Quincy circle-bleep. I hope somebody is outside taking pictures.

FBI, this means you.