Burke, Berk, and the Dirty Work of Real Celebrity Criminal Defense David Anthony Burke, better known as D4vd, is accused of killing teen runaway Celeste Rivas Hernandez and leaving her dismembered remains in the trunk of his impounded Tesla. Those allegations are monstrous. But as always, the public is being fed the version police and prosecutors want released, in the order they want it released, with all the usual chest-thumping about how overwhelming their case supposedly is. At this point, nobody outside the courtroom should pretend to know exactly what happened. What we do know is that the accusation alone creates a mountain of poison for the defense, and even the best lawyers in California do not wave a wand and make poison disappear. This case against Burke may still be bound for trial through a grand jury indictment, which would eliminate the need for a preliminary hearing altogether. In other words, prosecutors may decide they would rather do their heavy lifting behind close...

Tommaso Cioni is Nancy Guthrie’s son-in-law. He is married to Annie Guthrie. By all accounts, he was reportedly the last known person to see Nancy alive. It has been reported that Tommaso and Annie had dinner with Nancy and then he drove her home. That detail alone places him squarely inside the timeline, whether anyone likes it or not. I looked into Tommaso’s background. Other than a minor speeding conviction in 2021, he appears to have a clean record. He has worked as a teacher with Basis Schools, Inc., which generally suggests a stable and respectable background. Public records reveal nothing substantial pointing to misconduct or any history of bad behavior. But then something strange happened. When the media storm hit, both Tommaso and Annie seemed determined to hide their faces. That was striking. Innocent people do not usually behave like fugitives from a camera lens. It looked like fear. It looked like shame. And yes, it looked like possible guilt. Law enforcement has repe...

Nick Reiner’s name detonated into public consciousness overnight. Police allege he stabbed his parents, Rob Reiner and Michelle Singer Reiner, to death. Investigators say the forensic evidence is heavy and unavoidable, including substantial blood evidence was recovered. Attention quickly turned to who would defend a young man now facing the full weight of a California murder prosecution. Many were surprised when attorney, Alan Jackson appeared on his behalf.  Jackson is no rookie. He is a longtime criminal defense attorney and a former Los Angeles County Deputy District Attorney. His résumé includes prosecuting one of the most notorious homicide cases in modern history: the Phil Spector trials. After an initial mistrial and a retrial, Spector was convicted of murdering actress Lana Clarkson. Despite defense claims involving suicide or negligent handling of Spector’s Colt revolver, Spector was sentenced to prison, where he later died. Alan Jackson does not come cheap. As of now, the...

He came out of the Chicago suburb of Arlington Heights, the kind of place the media pretends good patriots do not exist. Eagle Scout? Check. Brilliant debater? Check. Natural-born speaker who could outtalk and outthink their entire Ivy League echo chamber? Triple check. Kirk dropped out of Harper College and had the audacity to call the whole scam what it is, a racket for indoctrination and debt. Love him or hate him, nobody with a functioning brain could deny he was smart. Smarter, in fact, than the overpaid bureaucrats who spent sleepless nights plotting how to shut him up. Like me, Kirk made his rounds on Chicago talk radio. As a teenager he would put on a sharp suit and sit across from Amy Jacobson on her morning drive show.  She thought he was a charming kid. The Left thought he was a ticking time bomb for’ their propaganda monopoly. And they were right. His social media reach blew past the old TV networks. Young people, the very demographic Democrats thought they owned, we...

Rebecca Haro didn’t just “make a report.” Allegedly she put on a full Broadway production of a fake kidnapping. Her leading man? Jake Haro, her husband, a certified monster with a résumé of child cruelty so vile it left his own daughter practically a vegetable for life. For that atrocity, our justice system, ever generous to sadists, gift-wrapped him six months in jail and a probation deal softer than a baby’s blanket. He even violated that probation by grabbing a gun, but apparently “no kids allowed” wasn’t part of his probation terms. Justice didn’t just take a vacation here, it retired, bought a condo in Florida, and stopped answering calls. So now we’ve got Jake, the human embodiment of a felony, standing as the obvious prime suspect in the disappearance of his infant son. Presumption? He killed the baby. Motivation? Who cares. This guy needs no reason to be violent. And Rebecca? She’s the dutiful spouse running interference with a bogus 911 call while sporting a black eye that sc...