Numerous fine people have called to report the trashing of me that is going on via the website Craigslist. I saw it – pretty funny. It’s anonymous (coward) but contains the following challenge to me:
Joe you know who I am. you cost me 18 months in FSP. all things come full circle
Of course I know who you are! You’re so funny, being all cryptic and sly. You have no problems telling the world about our troubles, so why shouldn’t I?
Why I shouldn’t I go though your numerous arrests over the last ten years, for driving under the influence and possession of controlled substances?
Why shouldn’t I post the video of you falling over during field sobriety exercises – to the point of almost passing out while standing and keeling over (yes, I kept it because it is SO UNBELIEVABLY BAD)? Why not post the record of the case I represented you on, where your first attorney pled you to JAIL and I HAD THAT PLEA WITHDRAWN? Maybe I should post the history of that DUI and possession case, where I went to court for well over a year and a half (probably dozens of times), took depositions, retained an expert, fought tooth and nail in a suppression motion, and even WENT TO TRIAL for you when YOU REJECTED the State’s offer of a reckless driving (despite the comical poorness of your DUI video)? Why dont I tell the world what a reasonable price I charged you, and never asked for another dime despite losing money on you and your case?
If we did that, then we would have to put all the trial testimony out there, which included hours of testimony of YOUR treating psychiatrist, and all the gory details that go along with that. Of course, we could also talk about what the State’s expert said about you, too. Maybe that would be fair for the world’s consideration, eh?
In fact, why not have the prosecutor and judge from your case weigh in, to talk about how much effort I put into defending you?
Apparently you liked me enough to handle your appeal. Again, I charged you a reasonable fee because I felt bad for you – why not tell everyone how little I charged you? And then show them the incredible brief I wrote, and your letters telling them how good it was and how much you liked it?
Now, part of this is that while you were on PROBATION (not in prison after a losing at a jury trial like most people are – no, I got you a probation sentence), you were caught on film drinking beer at a party out of county. When the people who took the photos of you went to your probation officer and you were violated . . . tell everyone who you called . . . that’s right, JOE BODIFORD. Unfortunately for you, the judge really didn’t care too much for what YOU did and sentenced you to 18 months. That had nothing to do with me, my friend. That was all on you – the judge offered it, and you took it.
Florida Department of Corrections tells everyone that you were released in July 2007. Now, almost three years later, you decide to trash me on some website that apparently is used mostly for selling used golf clubs and hiring call girls? Please! Too funny!
So, I say let’s let it ALL hang out – in public, in full view, and let the ENTIRE truth be known. See, I wasnt there when you were arrested, and I wasnt there when you violated your probation. But I was there for you during the lengthy fight, and you hired me over and over. But to you it’s all my fault, and you to blame me by hiding behind the computer screen, hoping that people will actually believe your little posts. Do you know why I know about them? Because nice people who DON’T EVEN KNOW ME called my office to let me know – I can prove it, because I have them on an answering service recording.
So, if you are up to the challenge, reply to this blog post. There will be no parameters other than the entire truth comes out. Then the world will know the truth and they can make their decision about me based on fact, not your cowardly tirade from the dark recesses of whatever closet you are hiding in with your laptop.
My friends, please see this knucklehead’s post for yourself: http://tampa.craigslist.org/hil/rnr/1682128801.html. See, I’m not afraid! Why are you?