June 29th, 2020

HOUSE - oh god

Famous cases

Here are some forensic pathologists, i.e., coroners, who worked at various historical crime scenes.  Some of these crimes had things in common, and more than one of them was a bit muddled.  For example, people still are not satisfied with the judgements made concerning the death of JFK.  Can you spot what some of these coroners did wrong, or right?  All of them have at least one thing in common.  Can you figure out what that might be??

O.J. Simpson trial: For Simpson, the coroner testifying in this trial claimed that Nicole Brown was still standing and conscious when her throat was slashed, (and thus was not the intended target); and also that Ron Goldman, fighting off the attacker for 10 minutes, despite having a fatally severed jugular vein.  This coroner later denied he had said these things, then disowned the claims.  He also lied concerning blood in the Ford Bronco.

Phil Spector (first trial): For Spector, this coroner sought to provide an alternate explanation for blood on the victim's jacket, to support the defense's claim that the death of Lana Clarkson was a suicide.  Though he had said he had no personal conflict of interest, it was later revealed that his wife was one of Spector's main attorneys.

Michael Brown: For the Brown family, this coroner conducted a 4-hour forensic analysis of the body.  The previous county autopsy had washed, embalmed, and taken evidence off the body.  The results of both autopsies contradicted some aspects of some eyewitness accounts, which had reported Wilson shot Brown in the back.  A Federal autopsy confirmed the results of the first two autopsies.  (A Federal investigation did not reveal any eyewitness who stated that Brown ever said '[hands up] don't shoot').

Jeffrey Epstein trial: For Epstein's brother, this coroner disputed New York City chief medical examiner Barbara Sampson's conclusion that Epstein's death was a suicide, asserting that three fractures in Epstein's neck were more consistent with homicide by strangulation.  The guards on duty were later charged with conspiracy and record falsification. As a result of his death, all charges against Epstein were dismissed

George Floyd: For the Floyd family, this coroner conducted an autopsy concluded that the manner of death was homicide due to mechanical asphyxia.  This conflicted with the County medical examiner's autopsy which found that the cause of death was due to “cardiopulmonary arrest...”  That first autopsy had found evidence of two forms of cardiovascular disease, fentanyl intoxication, recent methamphetamine use, and SARS-CoV-2 infection.

JFK Assassination: This coroner was chairman of the 1978 House Select Committee on Assassinations' Forensic Pathology Panel that investigated the assassination of John F. Kennedy.  This panel that "President Kennedy was struck by two rifle shots fired from behind him." The committee found acoustic evidence of a second shooter, but concluded that this shooter was irrelevant to the autopsy results.  It preserved the official narrative that the only shooter was up in the book building, and no shots came from the Grassy Knoll, or nearby.  But if you look at their picture, and straighten JFK's back out, the bullet shows a 'horizontal' course.  https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/08/HSCA-JFK-neck2-6-43.jpg

* OK.  Before you start googling, can you guess as to what all these coroners have, or had, in common?  At least in how they conducted their study, or etc.?  Hmmm?...
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Back when Lady Gaga was mostly unknown, I was listening to the Chicago progressive talk station every day and night, (although I also listened to alternate stations).  At night, WCPT switched to playing trance and dance music, which was fantastic.  I love that music.  And if I imagined, I could see myself surrounded by colourful zoned-out freaks, slinking and shaking, everyone glowing from the critical mass of illegal substances in the crowd, shining off the tiny frames of the mirror globes hanging all around us.  Was I here - or was I there?

Long ago, I learnt this magic trick, which all of you may try.  Next time you settle down, and are lying in your normal place, look around, know where you are, and close your eyes.  You are still in that place, as the furniture and sounds stay with you, all of you locked in this here-and-now, which is actually travelling through space at an unbelievable, if not superluminal, speed.  But, with your eyes closed, you know where you are.  You can reach out and touch this or that pillow or chair or wall.  Like a blind person, as it is mapped in your mind, it is in reality.

Now.  Imagine yourself, with your eyes closed, lying in some other bed in your past...  In college.  Or in your old room in the family house.  You pick the bed, the room, and the time in your life.  With your eyes closed, rested, imagine yourself in that place now.  Look by thinking around you, where everything was - where everything now is.  You will find that it is rather amazing that you can believe yourself lying - now - in a bed of your past.  Here and now, in the dark.  You are essentially time-travelling, by imagining - or more easily, simply by being.  Time was traversed by reconfiguring space - in the mind.

I dared to break the mould, as usual, and conveyed this, my latest nonsense, to my mother.  How I can easily - virtually really - slip into some other time, this way.  I said that she could try the same thing, some time.  And she did.  She came back and said, a little cautious or embarrassed, "It worked!"  She told me how she had transported herself through the same experiment.  What a delight to hear.  Some kind of connexion, there, between us, yes?  As if - spanning time together - spanning each other as well.

I don't know yet if she tried the same thing while on her death bed.  I, myself, have not gone that far, either.  Though - maybe everyone plays this trick when they pass that nebulous threshold - from time into eternal naught - as we had done from day into persisting night.  May she had visited me, along such a thought tunnel and, for instance, become a bird to me, that I cusped and freed from a chimney.  There is that possibility - and there is the fact that we all contain cells in our bodies which are not our own, (but which belong to our mother, and perhaps our father).

So, like little twins inside us, these cells pull us so close to our parent, that we basically remain connects, and are one, in a slight, blurred, messy kind of way.  Think back to the bed of your past, and you are there - but are your there - really?  Come on!  It's just mind play.  While, s much of the world is fine with imagining itself as if in a past bed, where shadows of dead friends and relatives live, wholly, in a fantastic way.  Zipping along the ceiling, floor and walls light bright reflexions off of those spinning mirror globes.  Does this make any sense?  What is logical?  Who really knows what is real?

The FM station I now listen to often plays the normalised, sanitised, un-danced versions of the rave songs I once enjoyed on WCPT.  "Just Dance!"  "We Found Love."  "Can't Get You Out of My Head."  "Poker Face."  And, there's this 2019 song which the station like so much that they play it almost every hour: "Circles."