CRIMINAL MINDED MEDIA: SUPER FEED Criminal Minded Media

Sure, Sikorski's back when there's juicy gossip about Wemby and Britney getting the smack down from his security in Las Vegas. Even The Jew coulda handled this episode.
Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When I met Jack, he was a 77 year old exemplary prisoner who had been languishing behind bars for 20 years and counting. Because he had refused to play ball with prosecutors, Jack told me how his constitutional rights were compromised.
He told me about government wrongdoing in the courtroom that really made my stomach turn, I was sickened.
I know little about law. Yet somewhere deep inside me I knew Jack was not supposed to still be in prison, that his life sentence was a mistake that could be rectified and was past time to do so.
Now honestly, I didn't know how I could know this. But I did. I began doing the background research for Jack's biography, and this was a major turning point because it would ultimately lead to the revelation that would change everything. It forced me to reach into the farthest depths of my soul to muster the courage to speak up for the man really most everyone had forgotten.
You know, courage I didn't even know I had.
I swear I don't think I could have summoned it for myself. I know I couldn't have but for Jack somehow, I found the inner strength and what I had to do.
He was a non violent offender, a self proclaimed pacifist, a caring tender soul who in no way resembled the cold hearted, bad boy, convicts are often portrayed to be.
I must say that in addition to my driving need to take action on Jack's behalf, I felt a piercing unaccountable sadness, a heavy pre cognitive grief surrounding the yet unseen events that were to unfold around Jack's final life adventure and my joining him on this path.
~ MayCay Beeler
Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Back in the Jacksonville courthouse, it was a time for the arraignment. We were brought before a judge, the charges against us officially read and asked how we pled. Carlos and I both pled "NOT GUILTY" and the trial date was set.
By this time, we both had attorneys. Mine was a young lawyer from Jacksonville, appointed by the court, who turned out to be quite adept at the law. Carlos, having substantial financial resources, hired two very well known trial attorneys from South Florida. They proceeded to rent an apartment in town and flew home on weekends.
Preparing for a trial of this magnitude was a long drawn out process, taking several months of pretrial hearings and developing a plan for our defense. It was a gala event the day the trial commenced. The courtroom was packed - priority seating going first to security, then friends of the court, media artists, and finally, what few seats were left went to spectators. If it had been a play on Broadway, it would have been a huge success. Standing Room Only!
What followed became the longest running drug trial in United States History.
~ Jack Carlton Reed
Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Jew and the Greek are up to their usual shenanigans again, talking draft outcome, and the Jew gives the Greek a pop-quiz. Listen to see how he scored!
Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

“As the boats reached the shore, every person onboard stood up with some type of weapon pointed at me. They were screaming in English & Spanish for me to lie down on the beach. About that time, the men that Sheldon had seen came running down the isthmus, armed to the teeth.
Some surrounded me; others went off in different directions.
One, who appeared to be the leader of the raid – and who looked & acted American – handcuffed me.
He took out a photo, glanced at it and looked at me hard, saying I was the one they were looking for.
He identified himself as a special agent for the Drug Enforcement Administration and told me that I was under arrest.
He informed me that I had been indicted in the US in 1981 for drug related crimes along with my friend Carlos Lehder. I was told that he’d been captured two days earlier in Columbia. I was also informed that they had known where I was living for a year and a half, and they didn’t bother with me until they captured Carlos, whom he referred to as the “Kingpin” of the Medellin Cartel.
The DEA agent, now accompanied by another agent, proceeded to our home where they ransacked the place. Most of Noriega’s people were combing the property looking for contraband, I presume. Except for a small stash of pot for my personal pleasure, there was nothing to be found.
They had been looking for a cache of Columbian cocaine and weapons, assuming that I was operating a waypoint for the trans-shipment of drugs from the Cartel in Columbia – through Panama – and as I later learned, to Nicaragua. 
After thoroughly searching our property, and finding nothing, they realized we were living a Spartan lifestyle that could be likened to the story of Robinson Crusoe.”
- Jack Reed
Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Well Sikorski punted again, so it was up to the Greek and the Jew to cover all things NBA Draft.
Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices