Updates on the Waco Twin Peaks Biker Shooting
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to the district attorney of McLennan County. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between ballistics forensics, science, ego, corruption, and superstition, and it lies in between the pit of a man’s ego and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of the bizarre, the strange, the disillusioned. It is an area which I call the Waco Zone.
Imagine if you will, a war with blood spilling into the streets as outlaw motorcycle clubs fight for control of a small town. But beyond the borders of that small town lies the bright city lights of the State’s capital, seen just over the horizon as the night falls and Harley Davidson motorcycles rumble along I-35.
Imagine visiting a restaurant that has been permanently closed and travels to that next dimension; the dimension between overzealousness, politics, power, and greed. A dimension where winning at all costs is not only a requirement, but a necessity to survive. A dimension where up is down, down is up, black is white, white is black. A dimension where the end justifies the means, or so does one think, because standing in the way of that jaded reality of one man and his minions, are those who seek the truth. Those who fight the powers that be with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. Who risk their career and reputation, defending those who face losing more than anyone else- those that risk losing their freedom. Welcome, to the Waco Zone. “Ta na na na. Ta na na na.”
Can you even begin to imagine how much fun the legendary Rod Serling would have writing an episode of the Twilight Zone with the facts of the Twin Peaks Waco Shooting? Oh, do I wish for the good old days when I would stay up late during the summer and catch the black and white episodes on my parent’s Zenith tv set in the living room.
Eric Clapton Would Be Proud
“She don’t lie she don’t lie…..” Everyone yell it out at the same time!
This isn’t the first time the words cocaine and Abel Reyna are used in a blog post by me. Actually, images come to mind of Katy Kitaen posing seductively on a Jaguar as I drive back home my dad’s Chrylser Lebaron after another high school party singing “here we go again…” Words so true when it comes to Waco, Abel Reyna, and the massacre at Twin Peaks.
And if we go back just a few years before I graduated high school, my hometown of Miami put cocaine on the map. I thought cocaine was “bye bye” after the last episode of Miami Vice as the white Ferrari Testarossa was parked behind Bayside in downtown Miami. But I’ve known to be naive now and then because apparently, cocaine still flows in the District Attorney’s Office in McLennan County but not for those being prosecuted, but actually by the one that does the prosecuting.
This week marks another sworn affidavit being filed in Court, this time by attorney Brittany Scaramucci, ready for this- a former prosecutor in McLennan County, stating that a client of her’s delivered cocaine to Reyna as well as Reyna recusing his office from cases to have a specially appointed prosecutor(s) dismiss cases on his behalf. At this point, here’s some free advice to Reyna- I suggest you retain counsel. One that specializes in criminal law and another to represent you in disbarment proceedings before the Texas Bar.
“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun; the moon; and the truth. ”- Buddha
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