Let us now move to May...
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," Dave Collins, the District Attorney began, "here you see before you is the defendant-one of the richest, and most tight-fisted, men in the country. A man who is responsible for the murder of his clerk and spouse. On Christmas Eve 2001, owing to a misunderstanding over a Fedex package that wasn't delivered, Marvin Marley confronted his clerk Dave Crachit and told him he was fired."
At last the trial's begun, thought many of us watching the proceedings.
"After being violently confronted by his clerk, Marley tracked down his whereabouts and arrived at his home in South Boston. There, he shot and killed him and his wife and permanently disabled one of their nieces, who was holding a Christmas Eve party for the family. Then he set fire to the house and left his orphaned kids without a home."
Continued through the weekend...
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
FUGITIVE FROM THE LAW!
So Marvin Marley was a fugitive on the lam from the law. Every single airport and border crossing in the USA was posting a wanted sign for him, but somehow Marley knew how to sneak through without being seen. After driving all day through Northern Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Vermont, Marvin ditched the car at the Derby Line General Store and tiptoed into Quebec, Canada without being spotted by the Mounties or the INS.
He'd picked up a fraudulent passport with the name of Carlton Dickens near Burlington and decided to sneak into the Great North before hitching a ride to Montreal, where he could board a plane for his native London, England.
Little did he imagine that when he walked into a town just inside Canadian space, someone spotted him and said, "C'est il!" (It's him!) Marvin recoiled in horror before jumping into a taxicab and speeding off(the driver had left his keys in the car). Naturally, when the cab driver saw his car disappearing, he motioned a nearby GRC (French for RCMP) squad car to follow it.
As Marley turned on the radio to the local English CBC station, the announcer was ordering all listeners that the RCMP had posted an all points bulletin for his capture, and that they were to be on the lookout for him. "If you spot Mr. Marley," the announcer said, "don't approach him yourself; call your local police detachment."
Damnit, someone had reported him to the Canuck Cops. "Turning to tonight's hockey matchup," the announcer began, but Marley turned the radio off. Within seconds, several Surete and RCMP cars were on his tail. Marvin shot the gas up to 100 mph. in order to out run them. However, the taxi sideswiped a chicken coop and overturned in the middle of the highway. Marley didn't have a seatbelt on, so he was ejected from the vehicle and crashed into the windshield of a nearby school bus.
Marley hit the ground with several cuts in his body as the glass fell out of him. Seconds later, 20 cops surrounded him. No sooner did they try to lay hands on him than he collapsed, moaning in pain.
To be continued...
He'd picked up a fraudulent passport with the name of Carlton Dickens near Burlington and decided to sneak into the Great North before hitching a ride to Montreal, where he could board a plane for his native London, England.
Little did he imagine that when he walked into a town just inside Canadian space, someone spotted him and said, "C'est il!" (It's him!) Marvin recoiled in horror before jumping into a taxicab and speeding off(the driver had left his keys in the car). Naturally, when the cab driver saw his car disappearing, he motioned a nearby GRC (French for RCMP) squad car to follow it.
As Marley turned on the radio to the local English CBC station, the announcer was ordering all listeners that the RCMP had posted an all points bulletin for his capture, and that they were to be on the lookout for him. "If you spot Mr. Marley," the announcer said, "don't approach him yourself; call your local police detachment."
Damnit, someone had reported him to the Canuck Cops. "Turning to tonight's hockey matchup," the announcer began, but Marley turned the radio off. Within seconds, several Surete and RCMP cars were on his tail. Marvin shot the gas up to 100 mph. in order to out run them. However, the taxi sideswiped a chicken coop and overturned in the middle of the highway. Marley didn't have a seatbelt on, so he was ejected from the vehicle and crashed into the windshield of a nearby school bus.
Marley hit the ground with several cuts in his body as the glass fell out of him. Seconds later, 20 cops surrounded him. No sooner did they try to lay hands on him than he collapsed, moaning in pain.
To be continued...
Monday, November 17, 2008
JANUARY 2ND.
"Marvin Marley has escaped from jail," one of the TV stations is saying. They're reporting that Marley sneaked out of his cell at the Charles Street Jail and is on the run from the law. Oh, great! They've got everybody worried. Also, Sandy Claws has been released on bail after the Governor spoke with the judge in his arraignment last week.
Meanwhile the weatherman is calling for another winter storm. Last week, they were predicting a foot of snow in Boston and along the Cape, but the storm moved over Boston, pushing the blizzard conditions into the western suburbs, while Boston was hit with severe thunderstorms that produced 3 tornadoes in Plymouth County and 2 more on Cape Cod. As far as the snow was concerned, we dodged a bullet. But with those tornadic thunderstorms, we got hit with a bomb! This time, however, the storm will stay South of us, putting us into 6 to 12 inches of heavy snow in the Boston and South Shore areas, with 5 to 10 inches in the Northern and Western suburbs. (There will be a change to rain on the Cape, though.)
As I change the channel, I muse on what's going on with Marley. The Crachit family's released a statement, stating their disapproval for the law enforcement's mishandling of the whole case. And they finish off wiith a threat: "If you people don't bring him to justice, we will!"
Hoo Boy!
Meanwhile the weatherman is calling for another winter storm. Last week, they were predicting a foot of snow in Boston and along the Cape, but the storm moved over Boston, pushing the blizzard conditions into the western suburbs, while Boston was hit with severe thunderstorms that produced 3 tornadoes in Plymouth County and 2 more on Cape Cod. As far as the snow was concerned, we dodged a bullet. But with those tornadic thunderstorms, we got hit with a bomb! This time, however, the storm will stay South of us, putting us into 6 to 12 inches of heavy snow in the Boston and South Shore areas, with 5 to 10 inches in the Northern and Western suburbs. (There will be a change to rain on the Cape, though.)
As I change the channel, I muse on what's going on with Marley. The Crachit family's released a statement, stating their disapproval for the law enforcement's mishandling of the whole case. And they finish off wiith a threat: "If you people don't bring him to justice, we will!"
Hoo Boy!
Monday, May 12, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
SANDY CLAWS?
"You mean Santa's being charged with murder?" Dickie, the guy who ran the WXMAS station asked.
"No," the baliff explained, "it's the alias of a local drug dealer living in the North Dorchester section of Roxbury. Two nights ago, he shot a couple and 5 of their kids along with a dozen guests at their Christmas house party. The couple and 3 of the guests died; the others were wounded. Including the 3 kids...but they're gonna be all right."
"Looks like he'll spend the rest of his life in the can," Dickie said.
"No, this is a capital murder charge."
"What do you mean?"
"The legislature passed a comprehensive death penalty bill that the Governor vetoed. Both houses overrid it, so it's now a capital offense to commit murder here in Massachusetts."
"Oh, Christ!"
"How does your client plead?"
"NOT GUILTY!" the loudmouthed public defender yelled.
"People on bond?"
"People request remand, your honor."
"Nonsense. Mr. Claws is mentally ill, after losing his wife in a tragic car accident last Christmas..."
"I don't want to hear it!"
"But your honor...!"
Bang! The gavel fell!
"Defendant is remanded without bond! We will now go into recess!" With that, the judge began to step down from the bench. At this, the public defender shouted, "CHAMBERS, YOUR HONOR!"
"No," the baliff explained, "it's the alias of a local drug dealer living in the North Dorchester section of Roxbury. Two nights ago, he shot a couple and 5 of their kids along with a dozen guests at their Christmas house party. The couple and 3 of the guests died; the others were wounded. Including the 3 kids...but they're gonna be all right."
"Looks like he'll spend the rest of his life in the can," Dickie said.
"No, this is a capital murder charge."
"What do you mean?"
"The legislature passed a comprehensive death penalty bill that the Governor vetoed. Both houses overrid it, so it's now a capital offense to commit murder here in Massachusetts."
"Oh, Christ!"
"How does your client plead?"
"NOT GUILTY!" the loudmouthed public defender yelled.
"People on bond?"
"People request remand, your honor."
"Nonsense. Mr. Claws is mentally ill, after losing his wife in a tragic car accident last Christmas..."
"I don't want to hear it!"
"But your honor...!"
Bang! The gavel fell!
"Defendant is remanded without bond! We will now go into recess!" With that, the judge began to step down from the bench. At this, the public defender shouted, "CHAMBERS, YOUR HONOR!"
Friday, February 1, 2008
WXMAS!
There's a radio station somewhere in Boston's South Shore that transmits holiday music year-round. It's called WXMAS, and it's located at an internet site that shall remain nameless. The man who founded the station based his call letters on a karaoke machine that his family had in the mid 1990s.
One night, the night before Christmas Eve, the sounds of the synthesized music from the karaoke machine caused him to have a nervous breakdown. He spent a good hour crying over his years growing up. Especially at Christmas time when all his family & friends were there with him. Then one by one, they either passed on or moved away. He missed his parents, especially, since both of them had passed on in a violent car crash back in May.
Anyway, last February, he launched his own internet radio station called WXMAS. This would be dedicated to playing holiday music throughout the year. Not just Christmas music, mind you, but music for Valentine's Day, Easter, St. Patrick's Day, Mardi Gras, Halloween, Hannukah, the patriotic holidays, and so much more. In between the holidays, you hear a mixture of ambient & alternative music called "The Mix Up."
Well, when he heard that Dave & Belle had been killed by Mr. Marley, he was at the courthouse to see the arraignment. And when he heard the "remainded without bond" words at the end of it all, he was relieved. Marvin was a tightfisted man who wouldn't permit any funding of the station. And when the Copyright Board threatened to raise the royality rights for his stations, he asked his listeners to pony up on contributions in addition to selling advertising on the site.
Anyway, after Marvin's arraignment was over, he hung around the courtroom for another arraignment.
"Docket #820818445, People Vs. Donald Sullivan..."
"Dan Cupid!"
"...a.k.a. Dan Cupid. Charges indecent exposure, solicitation for sex, and sexual assault."
Yes, Don Sullivan, the counterman at Steven's Liquor Store & Convenience Market up in Milton Village. Last week, at the Famous Lovers Ball, he came in dressed up as Dan Cupid and showed him a tatoo in a place I won't mention...
"How does you client plead?"
"Not guilty, your honesty!"
He knew that his defense attorney was from somewhere in Eastern Europe. So what? The important thing is...you're good at what you do and you wni respect. Anyway, the guy had propsed a marriage between the two guys. But wait a minute! So what if Massachusetts allows that stuff? God frowns on it! The basic motto: love the sinner, but hate the sin he's committing.
"You've got to understand, your honest..."
"Donald pulled his Pampers and showed his tatooed naughty bits! And it was in a public place..."
"Your honesty..."
"To quote a famous playwright, 'I will be deaf to pleading or excuses....therefore use none!.'"
The gavel fell.
"Defendant is remanded without bond! Next case!"
As he bolted out, he could hear the bailiff shouting "Docket #9876543210H, People Vs. Sandy Claws...charges 5 counts of capital murder..."
One night, the night before Christmas Eve, the sounds of the synthesized music from the karaoke machine caused him to have a nervous breakdown. He spent a good hour crying over his years growing up. Especially at Christmas time when all his family & friends were there with him. Then one by one, they either passed on or moved away. He missed his parents, especially, since both of them had passed on in a violent car crash back in May.
Anyway, last February, he launched his own internet radio station called WXMAS. This would be dedicated to playing holiday music throughout the year. Not just Christmas music, mind you, but music for Valentine's Day, Easter, St. Patrick's Day, Mardi Gras, Halloween, Hannukah, the patriotic holidays, and so much more. In between the holidays, you hear a mixture of ambient & alternative music called "The Mix Up."
Well, when he heard that Dave & Belle had been killed by Mr. Marley, he was at the courthouse to see the arraignment. And when he heard the "remainded without bond" words at the end of it all, he was relieved. Marvin was a tightfisted man who wouldn't permit any funding of the station. And when the Copyright Board threatened to raise the royality rights for his stations, he asked his listeners to pony up on contributions in addition to selling advertising on the site.
Anyway, after Marvin's arraignment was over, he hung around the courtroom for another arraignment.
"Docket #820818445, People Vs. Donald Sullivan..."
"Dan Cupid!"
"...a.k.a. Dan Cupid. Charges indecent exposure, solicitation for sex, and sexual assault."
Yes, Don Sullivan, the counterman at Steven's Liquor Store & Convenience Market up in Milton Village. Last week, at the Famous Lovers Ball, he came in dressed up as Dan Cupid and showed him a tatoo in a place I won't mention...
"How does you client plead?"
"Not guilty, your honesty!"
He knew that his defense attorney was from somewhere in Eastern Europe. So what? The important thing is...you're good at what you do and you wni respect. Anyway, the guy had propsed a marriage between the two guys. But wait a minute! So what if Massachusetts allows that stuff? God frowns on it! The basic motto: love the sinner, but hate the sin he's committing.
"You've got to understand, your honest..."
"Donald pulled his Pampers and showed his tatooed naughty bits! And it was in a public place..."
"Your honesty..."
"To quote a famous playwright, 'I will be deaf to pleading or excuses....therefore use none!.'"
The gavel fell.
"Defendant is remanded without bond! Next case!"
As he bolted out, he could hear the bailiff shouting "Docket #9876543210H, People Vs. Sandy Claws...charges 5 counts of capital murder..."
CORRECTION!
Sorry, in the last post, I said that Bob & Belle Crachit were British citizens living here in the States. His name really is Dave Crachit, but he was a direct descendant of Bob Crachit, who lived in London back in the 19th. Century. Thought you'd need to know...
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