Another Close Encounter of the Judicial Kind - Lexington courts | Examiner.com

Oh the games the courtrooms play.

In my article, Please ponder this plea from Pleas, I offered you the first tale from Pleas Lucian Kavanaugh. Lucian details the continual history of his encounters with false arrests stemming from a failed attempt to convict him on an original charge. This is a tale I personally know too well. Unfortunately, the continuing story also details courtroom tricks and harassment techniques that I have also personally experienced and documented others experiences.

Lucian has given me permission to re-post his most recent blog detailing his current situation with the Central Kentucky legal system. Here is Lucian's current struggle:

There must be something in the water at the Lexington Fayette Urban County Government.

I had a court appearance last Thursday. This time before presiding Circuit Judge Ernesto Scorsone regarding the instance where I was that 6'4" light-skinned black dude with gold teeth, green eyes and hair who tried to kidnap some pregnant chick in the middle of the Downtown Lexington Transit Center in broad daylight, but managed to avoid every single one of the sixteen cameras comprising their multimillion dollar, state of the art security system.

You heard me...Somebody remind me to add shapeshifting ninja to my resume. Here's a refresher for you amnesiacs. (Attached video)

So I'm standing in front of Scorsone with my two public defenders, Chris Tracy and Chad Butcher.

My previous attorney, David Zorin and I parted ways for reasons we most certainly won't agree upon. He thinks we parted ways because I couldn't afford his tab. And I think we parted ways because I was better off with the public defenders.

Incidentally, I got drunk with him a couple of weeks ago and he expressed some interest in pursuing another civil suit against the City of Lexington for ruining my life the last five years. I indulged the conversation because he's good company - plus, he was buying the drinks, so what the hell - but I'm pretty sure I'm better off seeking competent representation elsewhere.

Anyway, we're standing before the judge; me and my two guys, but the specially assigned prosecutor from Nicholasville, Robert Gullete Jr., otherwise known as plain old Bobby Gullette, is nowhere to be found, which isn't, actually, unusual. I used to think it bizarre that he could just elect not to appear like he was skipping first period, but have since come to expect his absences because he's only attended maybe two appointments since I got charged with this nonsense last December and it's starting to get under my skin because every time he doesn't show, Scorsone just shrugs and schedules another appointment for me as if I have nothing better to do with my time than brighten the courtroom with my pretty face.

Where in the hell did my speedy trial run off to?

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