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The MisDirect of Gretchen Voss: Part 4 - Marinara Tears

I needed a break from the horror of the Lindsay Clancy trial, and this blog is the perfect outlet for my rage. I'd rather give my thought on the Commonwealth charging her and the disgusting opening and questioning of Patrick Clancy (that has thankfully gone to the lunch break, but I've completely lost my appetite. But I want to get through the Voss article, so onward I plug. 

We're to the point in the article where the first in the "Canton Coverup" series has just been published, and we learn that Aidan Kearney is apparently THE most effective journalist in the entire state. Is this what has Gretchen so jealous? The Hos Defendants start getting calls, DMs, and make sad faces. Turtleboy makes a happy face. 

Turtleboy did a live stream in which he showed a court document (a public record) that had addresses of the witnesses. If this should have been redacted and wasn't, that isn't his problem. Voss blames the defense - but it's a Canton PD incident report, and wouldn't that have been uploaded by the Commonwealth? I don't know if I care...

But the Voss article caused me to watch a bit, and one interesting thing I noted is this address:

Tristan Morris 

158 Dedham St.

Canton, Mass

Why was his address not accurate on this legal doc? Was it his mommy and daddy's house? 

Thanks, Gretchen, for linking TB's work from early in the process. I've never seen many of these but now I am getting my popcorn.

Next, we learn from Gretch that David Yannetti is evil because he complimented Aidan on Aidan's reporting, because he sent Aidan a text and is therefore co-signing Aidan showing the personal info of the Hos Defendants on the screen. We are apparently supposed to believe David Yannetti watched every second of the livestream, and by watched, I mean WATCHED. I can't tell you how often I listen to a You Tube video without looking at what's being displayed - in fact, I'm doing it right now!

Next we get the Mastermind's Mastermind Natalie to allegedly text and tell Aidan non-public stuff about the federal investigation that Karen isn't even supposed to know.

Shit. Maybe Natalie isn't the Mastermind's Mastermind. Maybe we should all look into her friends on Goodreads and who she was in Fellowship of Christian Athlete's and Beta Club with. 

Just saying...

But it's Turtleboy who gets all the delicious credit he is due - and straight from Gretchen. May 3, 2023, at a pretrial hearing the courthouse steps AIDAN HIMSELF HAS CAUSED an episode: supporters, protesters, a few dozen tv cameras, and reporters. I know it isn't Gretchen who broke the story, but man oh man, imagine if she had!

Maybe she, too, could be driving a brand-new Lexus instead of gorging her fake face with bargain priced cheeseburgers she isn't even paying for.

Tomorrow, we'll delve into the SUPER SKETCH FED INVESTIGATION THAT IT'S REALLY FAIR TO THE DA OR THE COMMONWEALTH IN GENERAL AND WE'LL ALL GIVE MEATBALL BIG HUGS AS HE CRIES MARINARA TEARS.


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