Karen Read jury has easy out… reasonable doubt!

The second Karen Read murder trial has basically come down to an IQ test.

She didn’t kill her boyfriend, BPD Officer John O’Keefe. She didn’t hit him with her SUV, period. So if Karen Read didn’t strike him, obviously she couldn’t have done it deliberately.

If there was no car accident, it was neither murder or manslaughter. Not by Karen Read, anyway.

Not guilty.

The only way you can believe that Karen Read actually killed him is if you are either very stupid, very corrupt, or you haven’t been paying attention.

Of course defense attorney Alan Jackson won’t say that to the jury this morning in his closing. But he doesn’t need to. There are only two words that the jury needs to consider.

“Reasonable doubt.”

That’s not to say that the potbellied courthouse stooges of Norfolk County can’t rig the case. They did it last year, after all. Just to cite one example, remember those verdict slips that had no box for the jurors to check off “Not Guilty?”

Rest assured that the hacks have been keeping close tabs on which jurors’ facial expressions indicate that they aren’t buying the persecution’s kangaroo-court bait-and-switches.

Those jurors will be dismissed first thing this morning. They’re all going to be alternates, count on it. Just the luck of the draw, the bouncing balls, and thanks for your services, suckers….

Karen Read’s lawyers could complain, but they know better. We’re not in America, we’re in Norfolk County.

Still, though, I think that this time, DA Meatball Morrissey’s necktie party is not going to pan out for him.

Despite the claims of the preposterous Baghdad Bobs on TV (at least one of whom is pocketing a hack state pension of $156,281 a year), the persecution produced no real evidence.

Other than those 46 pieces of broken taillight – wink wink nudge nudge.

So what if the cop who “found” most of them was busted for soliciting bribes, I mean gifts, from some of his fellow local townies.

This is not to say that you can’t frame somebody for murder in Massachusetts. It’s been done before, in Chelsea, by the FBI. Four innocent guys railroaded, two sent to Death Row. Two died in prison after 30 years. One of them wasn’t even in the state when the murder happened.

There was an even more recent murder frame-up in Norfolk County. The cops did it as a favor for Whitey Bulger, the serial killer who was represented at his own trial by Hank Brennan, the petulant fraud now trying to railroad Karen Read.

But now it seems even Hank Brennan, as rotten a human being as he is, knows that he’s lost this one. You could see it Wednesday, with the last defense witness, Dr. Andrew Rentschler. Rentschler is a real scientist, originally hired by the FBI and offered as a witness to the prosecution, but they didn’t want him.

They preferred to frame Karen Read. They needed a patsy, to protect their pals.

So DA Meatball Morrissey went out and hired his own “expert,” a guy who’s spent 17 years trying to get his bachelor’s degree, and lying about already having it. Cost the taxpayers $400,000, on top of Brennan’s $250,000.

Brennan had nothing to shake Dr. Rentschler’s testimony, so he started asking him about an earlier visit he’d made to Massachusetts, and what he’s had for lunch.

“I had a ham sandwich.”

Brennan let that stunning fact sink in for a moment or two before zeroing in. This was his Perry Mason moment.

“When you sat at the table and ate did you just eat your ham sandwich or did more go on?”

Did more go on? You know, like a soft drink or coffee? Or maybe potato chips – regular or barbecue? Did you order the ham on white, whole wheat or rye?

“How long,” Brennan continued, “were you at the table eating your ham sandwich?”

“How long’s it take you to eat a ham sandwich?” the FBI witness replied. “Ten minutes?”

Brennan was having none of it.

“And after you finished your…” Pause. “… ham sandwich and you told us you stood and in the corner, you got a ride back to the airport.”

Well, there it is. Book him Danu.

A few minutes later, Brennan announced that he’d changed his plans and wouldn’t be calling any rebuttal witnesses. It was like Roberto Duran moaning, “No mas!” He was throwing in the towel.

Yesterday morning, Brennan couldn’t even bring himself to handle the back-and-forth with the defense and the judges over the jury charges. Instead, he left it to his minion, Adam Lally, the chain-smoking sad sack prosecutor who handled the first miscarriage of justice last summer.

Lally makes $149,350 a year. He keeps his job the old-fashioned way. Since 2010, he’s given cash to his boss Meatball Morrissey on 16 separate occasions, for a total of $1750.

Lally’s job was to stop any mentions of the vicious dog, Chloe/Cora. That now-missing German shepherd figured significantly in testimony about the “animal bites” on the victim’s arm that Brennan claimed were made by those mysterious pieces of taillight.

Despite riding the pine all these weeks, Lally came off the bench in mid-season form. All dialogue guaranteed verbatim:

“I would remind the court that there is absolutely no evidence none uh not even a scintilla of evidence of a dog. There is no evidence of an absence of a dog. You have Ms. McCabe testifying that she didn’t see it in the morning, which does not equate to there being an absence of a dog there.”

May we quote you on that, Mr. Lally?

By the way, Mr. Lally, is this the same Jen McCabe who when asked her name by the FBI, replied “Nicole Albert?” And who then after fleeing the G-men, later lied to them about how many of her co-conspirators, er friends, that she had called after being surprised by the feds.

Very normal behavior by people who have nothing to hide, right?

But it’s almost over now, this second attempted lynching of Karen Read.

Please God, don’t let the hackerama fix the jury again. After she’s acquitted, we can all enjoy a celebratory dinner.

Ham sandwiches all around!