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Powell's lapdog media, sans all cause?
Tried By Tainted Press...
by Alfred Lehmberg
A closer look strongly suggests that things were not actually the way they were contrived to look or made to sound, eh? No, this was a first water frame of far-reaching fulsomeness.
John Ford was, it must be understood, a Policeman, after all. He'd spent a lot of professional time in criminal court and was privy to the best-laid bonehead plans of all manner of failing criminal ideas. Radioactive toothpaste as a weapon of murder would have topped that list, yea and verily!
Specifically, at focus was the highly strange behavior of the aforementioned agencies during a widely reported UFO Flap, a flap with an abundance of activity and witnesses to same in New York's Suffolk County, circa the early nineties. Such was so.
Whatever Ford initiated, it was an "investigation." Any investigation was an investigation that RPM Boss John Powell... Could. Not. Bear! The reader can only imagine how that must be true.
Any investigation, even as left field as one involving UFOs, one might justifiably reason, could reveal Powell's lucrative criminal empire, a massive criminal enterprise for which Powell was to be later indicted and subsequently convicted, "no contest!" "DING!"
I suspect Powell copped to the tip of the criminal iceberg to save the scurvy ice below... Can the reader begin to smell a particularly nasty rat?
It would never get better than that.
How was a fair trial even tenuously possible considering Ford's lawyer didn't ask for a change of venue so Ford could get a fair trial given a polluted Jury pool... and that, Ford's attorney is a Judge today?
The fix was in... even in the arena of Ford's own defense? Perhaps even judgeships would later be awarded for complicity in Ford's jurisprudent lynching... Yes, the history of the locality would bear out long accounts of just this kind of shenanigan.
Stuff like this only happens in a bad novel, folks. Remains the tortured man who rots in confinement, for real, in this turbid little tale...
Ford, one discovers, has been sequestered in one kind of lock-up or another for... twenty-odd years, reader! Twenty years... A brave man, an educated man... an innocent man. An innocent man buried alive... buried alive to succor and satiate scabrous white collar criminals.