Mr. Mytton,
Reread your post #56 again...
Explain to those of us reading along how that mere paper bus-transfer does Not display actual evidence bearing the burnt of an intense adrenaline pumped struggle in the Texas Theatre, where not one, not two, not three, not four, but five apprehending officers manhandled the diminutive physique/build of the wrongly-accused.
In their own words, not mine, they manhandled him from the rear, on both sides w/one officer on each side, and from the front by two officers...now let's focus on just the two officers in the front, ask yourself this honest question? Did the officers bow at the wrongly-accused's feet, Or grab the lil' sumAs I was walking a' alane, I heard twa corbies makin' a mane. The tane untae the tither did say, Whaur sail we gang and dine the day, O. Whaur sail we gang and dine the day? It's in ahint yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair, O. But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair. His hound is to the hunting gane His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady ta'en anither mate, So we may mak' our dinner swate, O. So we may mak' our dinner swate. Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O. We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare. There's mony a ane for him maks mane But nane sail ken whaur he is gane O'er his white banes when they are bare The wind sail blaw for evermair, O. The wind sail blaw for evermair.' in the center of his gravity with iron-clad fisted-grips?
It's your prerogative if you care to continue to deny the obvious planting of manufactured "evidence" well after that intense physical struggle in the Texas Theatre, but you are only fooling yourself if you think two officers (amid inflamed intensity at that moment w/thoughts about this man being responsible for what happened at 10th & Patton to a fellow officer), wouldn't be handling him with iron-clad tight-fisted-grips....
If you have time today, and a partner to work with, try this small experiment. Place a piece of 3 x 6 paper in your breast pocket. Ask your partner to merely use one iron-clad tight-fisted grip upon that pocket and tug both ways in opposite directions several times. The result? Lots more damage than the manufactured bus-transfer later in the day well after that authentic intense struggle at the Texas Theatre. The next time you may be watching a hockey game, note where both skaters engaged in a fight place one of their hands for leverage in handling/controlling an opponent (not his feet, Mr. Mytton, but at the center of his gravity sir, where even the clothing of some of these engagements rip and tear). A mere paper thin bus-transfer--void of being planted--would fare much worse.
The problem with hastily contrived scripts mired in the stench of horse manure is they are rife w/major Oops upon much closer examination. The planting of that manufactured bus-transfer "evidence" should have taken into account that intense struggle in the Texas Theatre. Oops!
Last thought today, be safe everyone and lest anyone tells you otherwise, the wrongly-accused was never on Mr. McWatters' bus, let alone asking for a bus-transfer ---->
Mr. BALL - Anyway, you were not able to identify any man in the lineup as the passenger?
Mr. McWATTERS - No, sir.
Mr. BALL - As the passenger who had gotten on?
Mr. McWATTERS - No, sir.
The wrongly-accused did not shoot anybody. Anybody.
