Lenient liberal judge has Memorial Drive blood on her hands

When I tell you how terrible a Massachusetts state judge is, do not doubt me.

Most recent case in point: retired hack Superior Court Judge Janet Sanders. She’s now on the hot seat for her coddling of bloodthirsty thug Bad Bad Tyler Brown in 2021, which he just used as a perfect opportunity to shoot up Memorial Drive in Cambridge, wounding two motorists in a 60-shot fusillade.

Brown should have been doing hard time, but Judge Sanders swooned over him back in 2021. Her lenient sentence, over the objections of cops and prosecutors, meant he was back out on the street Monday trying yet again to kill law-abiding citizens.

Thank you Judge Sanders, for making Bad Bad Tyler Brown possible!

Everybody’s ripping the judge now. But I was there first, all the way back to 2008, and then again in 2009.

She was so easy to ID as an archetypal silver-spoon Democrat hack state judge.

Sanders is a blow-in drifter from parts unknown and made multiple contributions to despicable Democrat politicians. Her spouse was a Dukakis hack at Massport, she went to Harvard Law School, she now lives in Brookline, etc. etc.

In other words, she exactly fits the profile to a hack Democrat judge who always gets the vapors over a gun-toting jailbird. She’s a carpet bagger version of Shelly Joseph.

It’s like I always say, it’s not that every state judge is an incompetent, low-IQ fraud.

It’s just that 98 percent of them who give such a bad name to the good 2 percent.

Janet Sanders was so offended by my first column in 2008 ripping her to shreds that she mentioned it in a piece she did for the Southern Methodist University Law Review back in 2009. Her father, retired federal Judge Barefoot Sanders, had just died.

Barefoot was a career coat holder for LBJ, the president who gave us the War on Poverty, the Immigration Reform Act of 1965 and Vietnam. Need I say more?

Here’s what she said in her piece about my first column about her:

“I did not appreciate how hard it was to be the subject of public criticism until I ended up in the newspaper for one of my sentencing decisions, targeted by a fairly nasty columnist for the Boston Herald.”

She sent a copy to her dying dad, she said, and “he just laughed and made copies of the article to send to the rest of the family.”

The headline was “Judge gives boozed-up driver an easy ride.”

This thrice-convicted drunk driver ran over an on-duty firefighter in Milton and left him in a coma for months, without a pulse for almost a half-hour. The jake lost 80 percent of his blood, both his legs were broken, and he almost lost right arm.

Not a big deal, Tyler Brown’s future BFF said.

“Thoughtless,” Sanders said with a shrug. “Carelessness.”

She refused to sentence the drunkard to prison. I called her a “crackpot.” I pointed out the contributions by her or then-hubby Chip DeWitt to all the usual suspects – Ted Kennedy, Bill Clinton, Harry Reid, Shannon O’Brien, Tom Birmingham, et al.

At her first confirmation hearing in 1995, she was lauded by a hack’s hack, another Harvard halfwit named Gerry Leone, future DA of Middlesex County.

Leone eventually resigned as DA to make the big bucks in private practice, then had to crawl back to the public trough two years later. His Democrat crony Marty Meehan bailed him out with a $371,421-a-year job as a ZooMass payroll patriot.

Leone is now 63, retired two years ago and is now pocketing a $200,202-a-year pension. This is the pampered crew of worthless Ivy League pukes that she runs with.

A year later, in 2009, I wrote another column about Sanders, after she ruled that a serial sex offender was not a danger to the public, “even though his arrests for assorted sex crimes are in the double digits.”

In that one, I called her “an idiot judge.”

But her pampering of Bad Bad Tyler Brown in 2021 was even worse.

Brown had fired at least 17 rounds at two Boston cops in the South End. She shrugged it off.

“There is a difference between shooting at a police officer,” she harrumphed, “and shooting a police officer, and the reality is that nobody was injured.”

Only because he was a lousy shot, Judge. Five years later, Brown improved his aim and took out two motorists across the river. But they weren’t killed, so I guess it’s okay, by Harvard standards anyway.

Then there was her direct statement to Brown in 2021, “I’m kind of taking a chance on you.”

When I played that on my radio show earlier this week, a listener texted back at me:

“She’s taking a chance? SHE’S taking a chance?”

C’mon, man, she could have been out on Mem Drive, on her way from her Brookline mansion to a mid-afternoon yoga class, or maybe a chat with her portfolio manager on Brattle Street.

A judge I know gave me his assessment of his fellow, uh, jurist:

“A real POS. An arrogant out-of-stater who hates men. A real snob. Went to school here and never left. She rarely, if ever, acknowledged my presence, even when I was right in front of her.”

In her 2009 piece for the SMU Law Journal (which I’d never seen until this week) Sanders includes an italicized paragraph titled “Have courage.”

“(Democracy) requires a judge who is courageous enough to make the unpopular decision where that is the just result.”

On Tuesday night, Ch. 25 reporter Ted Daniel door-stopped the brave judge at her suburban estate. He wanted her to comment on the consequences of her latest insanity. In other words, have courage.

Judge Sanders wouldn’t even open the door. She did yell out to Daniel that she had “no memory” of the case.

That’s funny, because I had no memory of writing either of those columns about her.

But then, I write so many columns about terrible judges, because there are so many of them in Massachusetts.

I write a lot of those columns, just like she gave a lot of big wet kisses to career criminals like Bad Bad Tyler Brown. After a while, they all blend together, both my columns and her wrist-slap sentences to blood-thirsty recidivist thugs….

In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls.