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Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


I’ve noted from time to time that Brett Kimberlin is a liar. Of course, I’m not the first person to say so. Six years ago today, I published this post titled Dread Pirate #BrettKimberlin and the Persistence of Memory.

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the_persistence_of_memory_-_1931_salvador_daliWhen Mark Singer began writing his book Citizen K, he generally believed the claims made by TDPK. He learned his lesson. Chapter 35 is devoted to the differences between the stories Brett Kimberlin told and those of other witnesses.

Once I compared Kimberlin’s renderings of certain incidents with the recollections of other witnesses, the recurring theme of “jumping the connection” almost always emerged. When a dope dealer jumped a connection, he eliminated a middleman, hoping to cut his costs without increasing his risk. Now, both literally and figuratively, it seemed that Kimberlin has this same habit. Figurative instances were narratives in which he claimed center stage, though in reality he’d participated at a distant remove or not at all. Or, when it suited his purposes, he might do just the opposite, ascribing to others acts he in fact had performed himself.

Given the behavior I have personally witnessed in Maryland and Virginia courtrooms, he does not seem changed.

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And based on my experience over the past six years, I can repeat my conclusion that The Dread Deadbeat Prevaricator Kimberlin hasn’t changed.

Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


Today is the fifth anniversary of the hearing which resulted in the extension of the first peace order issued against Bill Schmalfeldt. I have many pleasant memories of that hearing, but my favorite was of being the witness stand while the judge had interrupted the Cabin Boy’s™ questioning of me in order to explain yet another point of law that Schmalfeldt misunderstood—and looking past him into the gallery to see The Dread Deadbeat Prius-Driver Brett Kimberlin (who had driven the Cabin Boy™ to court) chuckling over Schmalfeldt’s stupidity.

I suspect my memories of the day are more pleasant that Schmalfeldt’s.