I Told The Alexandria City VA Judge he was a mu$$$#r#@&*r. He gave me two years in Jail, overturned by a Jury. Same as when I called a Judge an Idiot. Read About it Here: F%$%k Alexandria City Judges.

LUKE,

You would not believe what happened to me in court yesterday, LOL.

I had two courts. At the second one the judge thanked me for being in love with one of his deputies. No, actually the judge said 'Thank you for being so nice to my deputies," but I hope he means her.

But anyway.

Then that judge threw out the bullshit order that had said I wasn't allowed at my own house. Thank God, so when I get out of here, if my house is not foreclosed,, I can go.

Alright dude, but now for the ludicrous news, I said the word 'motherfucker' in my front yard one time.(I forget, is saying the word 'motherfucker' in your front yard a federal crime, or what?)

That is what the prosecutor had to nail me with, a 5 second tape, where I was not seen on the tape at all, but my voice is heard going, "You're an ugly motherfucker."

The neighbor and his husband were sleeping two houses over, which of course I did not know. They said I was circling their house shouting at them for over an 1\2 an hour.

They could not remember anything they said I said except the word 'motherfucker' for an half an hour they said.

I wonder, was I wearing Native American Indian warpaint and in seek of scalp trophies of the guy and his husband when all this was occuring or not?

At various courtrooms in the past he has accused me of making 'just strange animal noises', i.e. dehumanizing me.

They said they could hear my voice coming from lots of directions of their yard. I actually was on the stairs on my own porch for 5 minutes only smoking a cigarette and their cameras would have seen me if I had been circling their house -- they have many cameras surrounding their house with all motion activated on all of them -- but I was sitting on my front porch, not talking to them who were sleeping, unbeknownst to me, and the only words their cameras heard were one statement of, "you're an ugly motherfucker."

So the bimbo judge (rigged) was like, *I have seen enough!" and she found me guilty. (We are appealing to a jury).

After the trial, the ugly-ass prosecuter went up to the bimbo judge behind her bench, he leaned over and he whispered into her ear in a hushed voice, but I could hear what the said,. He pointed at me and he said, "He called someone a fagot."

The judge looked at me and her mouth gradually formed the letter 'O'. Her eyes slowly gained the look of total shock ad awe as she comprehended what the prosecutor had just told her. It looked like she would convulse into a fit of agony and anguish from my vantage point as she gazed down at me alarmed.

But I was too smart for her, and I mimicked her every facial expression she had right back to her before she then burst out in a fit of nervous laughter like an insecure crazy schoolgirl because I had all of a sudden broke into a wide teethy smile at her.

Court was adjourned, and judge what's-her-face looked embarrassed and felt incredibly foolish and silly, I am sure.

Before that, I said to her, "Let me get this straight, you gave me two months in jail because I said a word on my own property? Are you serious???????"

"Yes, and I am requiring mental health treatment and substance abuse evaluations too for it." she said pompously.

Such is the brain of a 26 year old bimbo who someone got made into a substitute judge by some airhead with no brain who jailed themself in school classrooms for decades before jailing themself in an office for decades more.

Luke. (They also have hate for their fellow human beings by the way, and I have none).

After the court, in the hallway by the holding cells, behind the courtroom my lawyer, Ryan, who just passed the bar exam in October after attending University of Virginia law school and who is going to be a top trial lawyer someday said, "The judge at least was nice this time."

"What do you mean dude, you think she is pretty or something?" I inquired sarcastically.

"No, I mean she is smiling, much better than the last guy, the last one called you 'scum," Ryan said as his face fell into a look of crestfalleness that an old man had called his client scum. . .

"So? The result is the same. I don't care if someone calls me names," I told him.

"Sticks and stones can break my bones, but names can't hurt me, isn't that right?" I asked the jail guard who was standing there.

The guard indicated that he did not speak English.

Then I told Ryan, "I didn't know the last judge called me 'scum' anyway. It must have happened after I left the courtroom."

'Oh yes, it did, I forgot," Ryan said.

That made me laugh because it means the last time I was in court -- after I left the courtroom -- the senile asshole old judge sat there in his chair stammering, "Scum! Scum! He's scum. . . The scum of the Earth I tell you! Absolute scum!" LOL.

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I haven't told anyone about the judge who thinks I'm 'scum' yet Luke, but let me tell you about him.

That judge and the bimbo 26 year old judge yesterday were using rigged pre-decided verdicts, no question about it, and I don't care to argue with anyone about it. It is quite obvious and I am not going to waste words defending my position. So take my word for it.

In that case there was a video also, not much longer than the five second one in the second trial.

In that video, I can be seen walking out of my house to walk my dog, and, in seeing the neighbor two houses over who had called the police on me no less than 85 times up to that point, I say "Hey, you're a fat fuck, and I'm going to take you and your nerd family on."

(No charges had ever been filed--the guy just knows that in Alexandria, Virginia, there is a law that says if a person calls the police reporting a noise, the police are required to come. So -- this fat fuck'n loser took advantage of that law and called the police over 85 times for such things as:

1) I was listening to Winston Churchill's speeches without even talking, Winston Churchill was the only one talking, so The Prime Minister is the one the guy called the police on those times.

2) Multiple times when I was sitting in my front yard listening to CNBC, and three police cars would roll up.

3) One time I was talking on the phone telling someone I met President Richard Nixon three times, I have a letter on my wall from RN, and he called me on my 16th birthday. The hate-filled idiot guy two houses over had the police and a mental-health team come to my house. He had expressed alarm that I was delusional and was imagining a friendship I had with Richard Nixon.

(Actually though, Luke, me and President Nixon used to talk on our birthdays and whatnot, which are on the same day).

4) Many times they were called for listening to music that he told me he didn't like, but lots of other neighbors said they liked the music of very much. The people who like the music of course don't call the police to say they like it.

So, in court he says things like my house has had the police called "the second most times" in Alexandria. A fat, meaningless master at the art of deception, is he.

So, I walked out of my house walking the mighty eternal wolf puppy and best dog ever -- Winston, right? And in turning, I see the fat Neanderthal hater of all things American standing there in his yard, right?

There is no protective order or anything against me at the time right, and I walk past him in my own yard, mad about the 85 times he has abused the Alexandria Police Department's time and resources and kicked me out of my own front yard. And I say, "You are a fat fuck, and I am going to take you and your nerd family on." And I laughed quietly.

"Hey, come back here!" He screamed.

By that time, I was walking in the other direction from him and his house.

Then -- a peculiar thing happened -- the man ran to the magistrate and lied and told the magistrate I said what I did not say. He claimed I said, "I am going to take your nerd family out."

He also told the magistrate, "Fearing for my safety, or that I would be killed, I immediately retreated inside my home and dialed 911."

So, the recordings -- his and mine -- show what actually happened, including that he stood there and yelled, "Hey, come back here!"

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In court, the prosecutor claimed he was having technical difficulties, which he has claimed now three times; so, instead of playing the video in the courtroom, he waved his cellphone in the senile judge's face who was there who had already decided to convict me before the court had begun.

And instead of basing his decision on what the video showed and recorded that I said, the judge again convicted me based on what the hate-filled idiot said I said, which the video shows I did not say.

So that would be fine because I immediately informed my lawyer to appeal to a jury. But what happened next was too much for me to tolerate, Luke.

The judge had the fat, disgusting, congenital walking STD, liar sit down in a chair in the front of the court room where he had prepared to give a little written speech he had prepared to scold me with.

"Well, the righteous wheels of justice have finally begun to turn against you, my friend. And now my husband and I's long, never-ending ordealish nightmare you have wrought over our heads has indeed finally ended," he began, "Patrick Tyrrell, I sincerely hope you get the help you so desperately need," he scoffed, "and furthermore, you sir are a . . ."

Alright, Luke, this was too much for me to take. I had already told my cool neophyte lawyer, Ryan Hazelgren, a great guy by the way, to appeal it to a jury, and I stood up. (Although no deputy or sherif had announced the "All Rise" salutation).

Before I stood, I laughed at the fat lying jackass giving me the lecture from his chair.

"Even now?" the fat, asinine, intellectual lightweight feigned desperation dramatically, "Even now?" he feigned victimhood.

"That's right. . .Even now!" I rose from my chair with a grin, "Even now."

I then took the pose of Hulk Hogan when he used to say, "All the little Hulkamaniacs are running wild!" on television's WWF wrestling specials.

But that isn't what I said in my loudest voice.

I imagined how loud I would have to be if I wanted to summon an earthquake and, split the very courthouse of Alexandria, Virginia in half. (Although I didn't of course think that would happen).

And I said, verbatim: "God Damn! God Damn!"

The senile old substitute judge, who actually retired many years ago but who was there with his rigged verdict of 'guilty' that some conspiracy of young leftwing snots had him agree to before I had ever set foot in his courtroom that day; He turned, straining his crooked kneck towards me like some white lizard that had a face full of anger, or a white crane bird with a broken neck.

Noticing the judge was looking at me, I channeled my old partying friend, Axl Rose (who was born in the same Indiana town as my grandfather was born in, my grandfather, when it was not more than just a little cow town--A.K.A. Lafayette, Indiana).

I channeled Axl, when he was younger and his band would play "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" and he would take on the persona of a guy who the whole world was in 100% agreement about, was the indisputably way coolest guy to ever walk the face of the planet Earth.

With his swagger, and the most overconfident but believable fake cocky smile on his sweat-dripped face that anyone had ever seen, Axl Rose would yell to the crowd.

"I think you know what time it is Now!.. .That's right!.. .This is the part where I sing one verse, and you sing another. . . We're going to do this a few times, and we have Tracy and Roberta here to help you! I think we can do that, don't you? And I think you know the words. Let's make this one reach the Heavens! Besides you don't want the rest of the country to think you're a bunch of wimps. C'mon, let's make them turn the faders back! . . .Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's Door. . ."

Axl Rose would almost lose his composure during that sweaty shirtless speech and almost let on that he thought what he was doing and saying was quite funny. But he would always regain it by thinking of something dead serious I suppose before he would have given himself away.

So, I hadn't felt the rumble of any earthquake yet, no doubt, but I stood with my ever-dancing cocky smile on my face that I learned from Axl, and I said to the judge in a tone that is the tone I would also take if the judge was my #1 fan:

"Do you know me?. . Well, I'm the guy who shot the guy in the head when I was 2, like ths" I informed him, indicating my age, and made a motion as if I was pulling the trigger on a handgun on someone who was seated in a chair down and to the right, next to me.

"Oh, and by the way," I said, "Those colloquial little stories you tell? . Are stupid."

I thrust my hands behind my back and the deputy thought he was supposed to take me away, although the judge had not said to do so, and the judge appeared to be in shock and unable to speak.

I ducked my head down as if I was taller than the doorway which was behind me.

"Watch your head" said the deputy, who also believed I might hit my head on the ceiling, in addition to thinking the senile old fart of a judge had instructed him to take me out of the courtroom, which he had not.

And the door closed behind me.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The courtroom trial went on for some time without me.

My lawyer soon came back to visit me in the holding cell behind the courtroom.

Before my attorney came back to see me, I heard the voice of a man named Deputy Green from the Dominican Republic announce in a loud booming voice, "The courtroom is now closed, everybody please leave the courtroom immidiately, it is now closed."

"The judge is upset, he's mad," said Ryan Hazlegren in a booth with thick glass behind the courtroom.

"Good,," I told him and laughed.

"That is a funny joke, that you said. That you shot someone as a toddler," said Ryan.

"It"s not a joke," I said.

"Well, what do you want me to tell the judge?" Ryan asked me, "He's very upset."

"Well, tell him he's senile," I said, which is true.

Yesterday, I learned from Ryan that, after I had left the courtroom, the judge sat sputtering and stammering, "Scum! He is scum! The scum of the Earth, I tell you! Absolute Scum!" over and over again and pounding his judge's gavel to the bench.

--Patrick Tyrrell -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

On the appeals, Alexandria City Juries could not convict me because the crimes were the perjury of an idiot who accuses me with lies, who has yet to be prosecuted for his perjury, it wasn't anything I did.

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