First
of all, my sincerest condolences to Judge Esther Salas on the heinous
murder of her son and the grievous wounding of her husband. Your
honor, my heart goes out to you. Taking the bench, and putting on the
robe, is a hard job to begin with. You expect the lawyers lying to
you all day and wasting your time with specious motions, but no one
should ever have to go through what you are going through right now.
The simple version that is being put forward as of today, July 21st,
tells a sad and terrible story. I am afraid, though, that the real
truth of the matter is much worse.
As
first reported, the facts were that a man dressed as a FedEx delivery
driver came to the judge's home and rang the front door bell. When
her son opened the door, he was shot dead, and the shooter then shot
at the judge's husband, who happened to be in the vicinity. Then the
perpetrator fled the scene, as they say.
Today,
we are told that a made to order stooge has killed himself while
implicating himself in the crime. A lawyer, named Roy Den Hollander,
was found dead in his car. He was an “apparent suicide,” and the
judge's name and photo were found in his car. The car was within a
couple of hours drive from the judge's house. Mr. Hollander had an
Internet footprint as big as Dallas, and it all sounded crazy.
“Thousands of pages” of anti-feminist ravings were discovered
immediately. Judge Salas was mentioned by name. Hollander's most
recent gift to the world of self-publishing was a 1,700 page book
that sounds like it consists entirely of misogynistic hate speech.
That book alone is the length of six good-sized novels. The man was a
fast typist with plenty to say. Exactly the kind of borderline-insane
rage monster that would commit such a crime. Right?
That's
the narrative so far. I suppose that it is statistically conceivable
that it all happened just that way. I put the likelihood somewhere
under ten percent.
But
Fred, haven't you been watching too many old episodes of the
Blacklist? Are you suggesting that someone orchestrated this complex
drama, casting Mr. Hollander in the role of Jack Ruby? My answer is
perhaps.
But,
you say, he botched the job! He didn't even shoot the judge! I think
that it's quite possible that Judge Salas was not the intended target
of the murder. She was the target of the intimidation. The
killing of a sitting Federal District Court Judge is a crime that
shakes the universe. It causes ripples in the fabric of space-time
itself. The shooting of family members merely muddies the water.
But,
he had her name and her photo in his car when he killed himself!
Please consider that that evidence points more strongly to him being
set up for the crime than it does to him having committed the crime.
What need did he have for her name and her photo? He knew the judge,
and he knew what she looked like. The killer obviously knew where she
lived. He certainly didn't need her name and her photo to carry out
his nefarious plan, striking a blow for downtrodden men everywhere in
our feminazi run world.
It's
all to easy. Hollander had a crazy history, but I don't see any
criminal history. I would bet that he would have a very difficult
time just trying to get his hands on a FedEx uniform. The man was
seventy-two years old, for crying out loud! Have you ever seen a
seventy-two year old FedEx driver? The police, of course, are ready
to declare the case “solved!” The case was dumped into their laps
fully formed. Within two days, the file included a perfect patsy with
evidence to spare. And the patsy had already killed himself! That's a
home-run as far as the police are concerned. Case closed. I'll bet
that when they interview the wounded husband, he will describe a
shooter of the same general height and weight as Mr. Hollander.
Witness descriptions are generally unreliable. The judge herself may
even have caught a glimpse of him, but the shooter almost appears to
have been avoiding that inevitability by quickly shooting anyone near
the door and then leaving. Either way, in between muzzle flashes and
bursts of adrenaline, it's very difficult to be absolutely sure of
what you have seen in those situations. And FedEx drivers wear those
cute baseball caps. The whole thing smells like fish.
No,
you wouldn't have to be Raymond Reddington to put a successful
killing like this together, whatever the purpose. There's a certain
case around right now that already has one such mysterious homicide
circling its flame like a moth lingering too long while the bats are
out. Actually, it is a cluster of cases around a nexus that is deep
and wide, a nexus that includes many important people with huge
fortunes behind them. The first homicide was also delivered to the
police as a case that was closed almost before the labels for the
file could be typed up. “Suicide.” It's an
interlocking-directorate of trouble, and there are several more
likely candidates for mystery. If I were Ghislaine, I would be having
trouble sleeping these days. Adding a level of interest, Judge Salas
was recently assigned to one of the cases in the nexus.
People
who become lawyers are disabused of certain comforting beliefs within
the first few years. The first thing to go is truth. Truth becomes
whatever the judge or jury say it is, depending on the question.
Justice follows quickly; it simply evaporates like a shallow puddle
on a hot day. Evidence becomes unreliable, because so often strong
evidence falls like a house of cards with the arrival of one new bit
of the puzzle. Coincidence is a tough one to let go of, but all too
often coincidence is discovered to be more like cause and effect.
We
are being asked here to believe that this crazy incel set out to kill
the judge because of his deep hatred of his own mother. Maybe we
should all wait and see what happens. What's the fallout? Who derives
any benefit? What new evidence shows up? Roy Hollander appears to
have been certifiably crazy, but in the end I'm not so sure if he'll
go down as a murderer or a murder victim.
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