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Karen's own words backfire again! Sometimes DREAM DO COME TRUE!! Remember last week when Karen requested to see the SUV back up into a crash test dummy at 24 mph... #KarenReadTrial #Boston #Massachusetts #JohnOKeefe #DogBite #Mistrial #CrossExamination #LegalDrama #DefenseStrategy #ProsecutorVsDefense #CourtDrama #LegalNews #BreakingNews #TruecrimeTwitter #LawTwitter #JusticeSystem #Trial #Murder #Testimony
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What a piece of work she is. What happened to the coverup and the conspiracy and the defamatory lies about Jen McCabe and the Alberts? Why don’t #KarenRead’s supporters hate her for lying to them about everything?
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There is a reason I wasn't a lawyer: I’d duct tape my client's mouth. Mr. Alessi looked uncomfortable standing there.
She’s so f-ing stupid The defense attorney put her in prison today. They are all F-ing stupid. I’m so glad I watched this trial late but wowza it is glorious to see this end well with justice! She’s toast!
The crazy part is that she KNEW this was coming 🤦♀️🤷♀️ Omg
Karen Read is GUILTY
Yeesssss!! 😂🤣😂🤣 I had this exact tune in my head before you played it 😂🤣👏👏👏
Haha yes!
And what happened to the elbow? The wrist? There would not be superficial abrasions to the skin, there would be blunt force lacerations.
You got it girl and it ain’t pretty!!!
![I see the player you mean. PLAYERNAME? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. PLAYERNAME. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, PLAYERNAME. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.](https://image.24vids.com/tw-1685882264956043264/ext_tw_video_thumb/1685877579905900544/pu/img/yvnYvPPD0gu4wy-P.jpg)
![EXPOSING JEN MCCABE’S 2:27AM SEARCH 🧵A thread🧵 Proof she’s lying. No computer expert necessary. ADA Adam Lally asks Jen McCabe about when & why she made those Google searches at the scene in the morning. The video footage proves that Jen McCabe’s entire story about #KarenRead purportedly asking her to Google “hos long to die in cold” is a lie because it never happened. Jen claims Karen asked her to make those Google searches while the first responders are moving #JohnOKeefe’s body from the ground to the ambulance, which is interesting because her story starts out with them (her & Karen) seated in the back of a Police cruiser, so it’s unclear how they magically teleported from there to standing outside. As you’ll also see in the attached footage, it’s clear Jen & Karen are outside the entirety of the time leading up to when Jen claims this happened, removing the possibility that they could’ve moved from a cruiser to the outside to account for Jen’s story’s discrepancies. Officer Mullaney will further corroborate this. THE PROBLEM IS: Jen McCabe claims to have made these searches during the same time that first responders were working on/moving John into the ambulance, but this is completely disproven by dashcam surveillance footage from the scene showing him being worked on at 6:14:10am & moved into the ambulance at 6:14:50am. Jen made no searches at or around this time. She made her searches at 6:23 & 6:24am, nearly 10 minutes later. Furthermore, none of the things—like prayers & blood—that Jen claims happened between her, Karen & Kerry at this time, actually happen. The footage shows it’s all made up, like Karen asking Jen to Google anything. ————— JEN MCCABE’S TESTIMONY: Jen claims she was sitting in the back of the Police cruiser with #KarenRead, that she “scooched in” beside her in the back, and that Kerry Roberts came over. Next, Jen claims that Karen grabbed their hands & asked them to pray, looked at her (own) hands & saw blood, and proceeded to ask if she could’ve gotten her period. Jen then claims Karen said “what if he’s dead? Who’s gonna take care of the kids?” (or something to that effect). Jen then says: “Then we prayed. Um…then at the end, um, Mister—they were moving John, and at that point Karen told Kerry ‘go over, look! Is he dead? Is he dead? Is he dead?’ over & over, and Kerry says ‘I’ll go over and check on him’ and [Karen] was yelling ‘are they working on him?’.” Jen proceeds to say: “And then at that point, [Karen] grabbed my hands & she said ‘Google hypothermia, Google how long it takes to die in the cold’.” Then Jen McCabe testifies: “And so I had my phone out, and it was cold, and my hands were frozen, and I have MS, and I took my phone out while she was screaming & shaking my arm. And I attempted to Google “how long does it take to die in the cold”. ADA Lally then asks Jen McCabe: “And, um, when you conducted that search, that was at the defendant’s request, on scene, sometime after 6am on that date, correct?” Jen testifies: “Yes.” ADA Lally: “Do you recall anything as far as what the search results were, or did you click on anything, or did you get an answer to the question the defendant had posed to you?” Jen McCabe: “I don’t even think I got an answer because as I kept Googling, and she kept yelling, and then they were moving John, and the next thing I knew we were kind of moving because she wanted to see if they were working on him.” ADA Lally: “And so you were moving along with the defendant over towards where Mr. O’Keefe had gone to the back of the ambulance?” Jen McCabe: “Yes we kind of just moved to see what was going on.” ADA Lally: “When you moved over what did you see then?” Jen McCabe: “They were just, uh putting him in the back of the ambulance.” ————— See attached timeline. If Jen’s claim that Karen asked her to Google that were true, then Jen would’ve Google’d it during any time in the orange/red box (6:14 - 6:15am). #KarenReadTrial](https://image.24vids.com/tw-1818453979686146278/amplify_video_thumb/1818453323718000640/img/W-U5FmZsSOoKF9rr.jpg)
![You may be wondering why one of the MSP Troopers who investigated Officer #JohnOKeefe’s murder is glaringly absent from the prosecutions witness list in the #KarenReadTrial. Is that because her testimony might be devastating for the claim that Jen McCabe didn’t make that google search at 2:27am? Yes, it’d appear so! (Part 1 of 2). Attorney Yannetti gave us some insight yesterday into why Massachusetts State Police Trooper Kathleen Prince is notably missing from the state’s witness list, but is on the defense’s witness list. Why would the state want to avoid calling the Trooper that interviewed star “witness” Jen McCabe on February 1, 2022? After all, unlike Lead Investigator Michael Proctor’s unrecorded & unsigned interview of Jen, Trooper Prince’s interview is far more detailed and thorough, and Prince also didn’t wait several months to write down & document her interview like Proctor did. Well, perhaps it’s because Trooper Prince’s is the only interview of Jen McCabe’s that ever even mentions anything about the Google search & from Jen McCabe herself. However, this is not the only lie seemingly told by Jen McCabe that Trooper Prince’s interview will expose. McCabe claims that: “Karen was told to sit in a car. Jen went over to Karen when she was in the car…Jen also stated that while her and Karen were in the back of the car, Karen was yelling and screaming one moment and then completely calm the next. Jen said that they prayed the "Our Father" together. Karen then immediately yelled at Jen two times to Google, "How long do you have to be left outside to die from hypothermia?" That’s a big problem for McCabe, which the state probably later realized, hence why they took the creative liberty to completely distort & change Jen’s statements in their later court filings, particularly about how the Google search came about. Why? Jen probably didn’t realize when making this statement to Trooper Prince, who she’s not close friends with unlike Michael Proctor, that the Police cars have dash-cams in them. Thus, if this conversation ever actually happened, like Jen claims, then it’d all be recorded on dash-cam footage. It’s convenient how Jen’s story about when #KarenRead purportedly asked her to Google such a thing also happened inside a car where nobody else would be able to hear it to corroborate Jen’s story. But again, in this early stage of the investigation, Jen likely was unaware that her entire claim would be debunked by the dash-cams that would’ve captured it as proof. So to her, being inside a car was the perfect explanation for why no one else at the scene heard Karen ask that. Because Karen never actually asked it! THIS is Jen McCabe framing Karen Read. But beyond this, we also now have confirmation from Officer Mullaney that Karen & Jen never got into a car together while he was there. So this entire story seems to have been fabricated altogether. In a desperate attempt to remedy this critical fact issue, the state just completely fabricated new testimony in its documents, stating that immediately upon finding John’s body, ‘The defendant then yelled at Ms. McCabe twice to Google, "How long do you have to be left outside to die from hypothermia?’, or something to that effect.” What else was fabricated? The claim that Jen McCabe was taking any measures to try to help save Officer O’Keefe’s life, unlike Read who was. In her interview with Prince, Jen claims: “[She] observed Karen to have blood on her hands and face. Karen was holding her hands up and was saying, ‘I have my period.’ Jen said that she told Karen that was not her blood that it was John's blood from them doing CPR.” Jen McCabe’s trying to win favor for trying to help save John’s life—something she did not do—when she says that the blood on Karen’s face “was John’s blood from them doing CPR”. Except “they” didn’t do CPR. Only Karen Read did CPR as confirmed by yesterday’s 3 state’s first responder witnesses who confirmed as such. #FreeKarenRead](https://image.24vids.com/tw-1785892041332789759/amplify_video_thumb/1785891962073026560/img/eHUMp_K_9vqSWTtf.jpg)
