Sunday, December 27, 2015

Tuesday, December 15, 2015


Well, the Trial of Marley has been permanently adjourned.  Martin's defected to Cuba, where he's running a brand new criminal and financial empire.  He was found guilty in absentia, which means life in prison without parole here in Massachusetts.  Well, I don't know if the Castro brothers will extradite him, but the possibility is always open.
Meanwhile, I hope you'll enjoy this wonderful mix of Christmas music from the Philippines.  Please enjoy it!

Monday, December 22, 2014


Surprise!  Did ya miss me?  Yes, it's been a year since I posted an entry, but since the last entry, Marvin Marley has been bouncing around the country with many aliases under his belt.  Well, he's gonna get caught again soon.  Just you wait and see.

Meantime, Kumi Takeda was dancing as the Sugar Plum Fairy at a local ballet theater in New Jersey when someone shot at her.  The bullet entered her head, sending her sprawling into the orchestra pit.  They had to rush her to a nearby hospital where the doctors barely saved her life.  Unfortunately, the bullet that was in her head contained strains of hepatitis C virus.  They were unable to stop the spread of the disease, and she ultimately died.  Her funeral is scheduled for Christmas Eve back home in Japan.  She was a Christian convert, so she'll be buried at a Catholic Church there.

There was an uproar over the shooting.  There are no suspects so far, so this is an ongoing investigation.  It seems that this case involving Marvin Marley has taken a sad turn of direction.  And only when they find him will justice finally be done.

Well, here's something very special you can take with you into the holidays!


Thursday, May 16, 2013


"All right, Marvin," Marley's attorney began, "tell us why you killed Dave Crachit."

"Very simple," Marvin began, "I sent a Fedex package to Efram Poppagill in London, England demanding that he pay $5,000 in back taxes for his businesses back home and up in Maine."

"And the package didn't get there?"

"No, it didn't!  I told Crachit that the package he sent hadn't gotten there."

"He claimed that he checked on the Fedex web site and found out that the plane had crashed up in Canada."

"Yes, that's right."

"And when he told you about it, what did you say to him?"

"I told him to clear his balls out of there."

"So what made you decide to shoot him?"

"After he left, I looked on my desk and found that there was over $2,000 missing, along with a bag of coal and a can of coal oil."

"During the week prior to the shooting, he'd made several attempts to borrow some of your coal for his coal stove."

"Steal it, I say."

"So why do you think he was taking your coal?"

"I caught him trying to take some lumps of coal that morning and told him to put it back!  I told him if he kept taking my coal, we'd be parting ways."

"Well, you knew that the bastard worked in a cold office.  In fact..."

"Look, buddy!  I try to keep a tight ship on my office.  I told him to use his gloves or his mittens if he wanted to keep warm."

"And it's the incident that set you over the edge."

"That is correct."

"So you think he took your money and your coal."

"That is correct."

"Did you suspect anyone else?"

"Well, I saw his wife Belle running out with the money.  And the coal oil and coal lumps.  I told her to stop where she was, but she got away.  I had to confront Dave and his idiot wife after that!"

"So you decided..."

"I had no other options.  Crachit was bad-mouthing me behind my back!  When I went back in after unsuccessfully pursuing his wife, I found a note saying, 'Mr. Marley, I quit!  Your nephew's offered me a job in his firm!'  I was pissed off!"

"So did you weigh all the options?"

"Yes, and I finally pulled out my pistol and went to the Crachits to confront them on the crime."

"When you knocked on the door, who was it who answered first?"

"Dave's wife."

"And you shot her first?"

"Yes!  After all, she stole the money and the coal."

"How did Dave react?"

"He screamed and ran at me with a steak knife."

"So you shot him then?"

"That's correct!  He schemed with his wife to steal my money on Christmas Eve."

"Did you attempt to harm their children?"

"No, I didn't.  I let them get away."

"No more questions."

"Your witness, Mr. D.A.?"

"So you really hated Cracht," the D.A. began.  "Did you really intend to kill him?"

"The bastard screwed up on a Fedex.  Even though it was proven that the plane had crashed, nevertheless I wanted him to send Poppagill another package the next afternoon.  But when he left me that note, I couldn't take it anymore."


"Really.  I was pissed off that he had quit on me.  So what does he do but make me look like a fool?"

"No further questions, your honor."

"The witness may step down."

"Thank you all."

During a recess break, Marley had to go to the bathroom.  There was a guard to see that he came out once he finished.  But when he failed to come out, the guard kicked down the door and looked inside.  To his chagrin, Marley had escaped again.  The trial had to be recessed until further notice.

To be continued...

Friday, December 21, 2012


Thought I was gone, eh?  Well, guess what?  This story goes on!

After Marley disappeared into the night, people thought what had happened.  Well, guess what?  Marley had faked his own death...again!

In fact, he was hiding out near the Village of Beltsville, just outside Attleboro, Massachusetts and just across the state line from Pawtucket, Rhode Island.  Recently, the town fathers there decided to reimpose the blue laws, forcing big retail stores to close on Sundays and holidays(convenience stores, gas stations, pharmacies, restaurants and bars, and the amusement places, among others were exempt from the new ordinance).  It was here that he'd started a new counting house.

Since he'd had trouble with all those people who'd caused him grief, he decided to make it a one man operation without being noticed by the feds.

"Blasted Christmas time again," Marvin snarled to himself.  "It's the same old thing every year; beggars begging for money, people asking me to buy things...and they expect me to pay for all this shit!"

"Merry Christmas, sir," a local police officer said.

"Bah, humbug!" Marvin shouted.

The cop hesitated before walking away.  He thought he'd seen that face before, but he didn't know who it was.

Going under the name of Charlie Craddock, he opened up his house called "Craddock, Inc."  It was a very gloomy one room suite, and nobody else worked there; the other rooms in the building were let out as ethnic groceries or cell phone stores.  As Marvin looked at the ledgers for one of the businesses that owed him money, his phone rang.

"Craddock speaking," Marvin grumbled.

"Craddock, you son of a bitch!" shouted the voice of an Indian woman.  "This is the 12th. checked you bounced in a row.  What have I told you?  One more, and you're outta here!"

"Woman," Marvin said.  "This is my office and..."

"I should remind you," the woman retorted, "that this is my building!  And you don't treat it with respect.  The lawyer will be calling you on Friday at noon, and you'd best have your sorry ass out of there on Monday at the close of business.  Have a nice day, Craddock!"

"Eat shit, bitch!" Marvin said as he slammed the receiver down.  Meanwhile, he looked in the Providence Journal Bulletin at the story of an American Nazi Party member named Dylan Campbell being tried for the murder of a Jewish teenager in Newport.  The prosecutor was seeking the death penalty for Campbell since the murder took place in a Newport Post Office, which is federal property.

"I hope that the bastard burns in Hell," he snarled.

There was a nock at the door.

"Stay out!" Marley shouted.

A young girl dressed in a white blouse and a pleated skirt came in.

"I told you to stay out!"

"Are you Mr. Craddock?"

"Yes, what do you want?"

"St. Philomena High School here in Beltsville is raising money to fund a hospital for small children and their families in Haiti.  I thought you'd mike to make a contribution."

"Get out!"


"Get out!"

The girl left bursting into tears.  Suddenly, the door was broken down.  She'd reappeared, and this time, she had a gun in her gun.

"Empty out your vault!  And don't try anything!"

Marvin pulled out a pistol and fired at her.  The girl ducked, and the bullet ricocheted into the traffic light, causing it to explode.  Realizing that her victim had a gun on him, she took off down the street and disappeared from view.

"Bank robbers!" Marvin said.  "Devils!"

Later that afternoon, one of the girl's relations burst into the office accompanied by 2 police officers.

"That's him!" the lady said.

"What are you talking about?" Marvin retorted.

"You killed my niece!" she screamed.  "You killed her!"

"Okay, Craddock, you're coming with us!" one of the cops said.  They apprehended him, cuffed him and took him down to the police station.  "You have the right to remain silent.  You have the right to the presence of an attorney."

Meanwhile, the girl in question was watching it all in a nearby pizza joint.  "Good thinking, Aunt Sally," she whispered to herself.

To be continued....

Wednesday, December 5, 2012


Let's go back to 1962 as Paul Harvey reports on Santa Claus's takeoff from the North Pole on Christmas Eve.  Please click the link to hear it:


It had taken a year to straighten out the details of the Marley trial.  There'd been rumors that he was hiding out in the Grand Cayman Islands.  Other rumors said that he was a soldier of fortune in Cuba.  But now, the trial of Marvin Marley was ready to resume with the defendant in absentia.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
"You could be held in contempt."
"All right, I'll tell the truth."

"State your name."
"S.H. Hitler."
"What do the initials stand for?"
"Seig Heil!"
"Cut the crap!"
"The witness is dismissed!"
"Fuck you!"

"Call the next witness."
"Hoya!  Hoya!  Docket #2521...."
"No, you dummy!  The nest witness!"
"There are no more witnesses."

"The prosecution rests, your honor."
"The defense rests, your honor."

"That's it!  The case is dismissed.  Court adjourned!"

So that was it!  Marvin Marley was going to get away with the murders of his clerk and his wife.  It's no wonder there's no justice in this world.

The end.