Since my post late last evening, there have been some more developments in the Aaron Walker/Brett Kimberlin story. First off, Walker himself posted on the matter…
So anyone following along on twitter know the basics. I was SWATted tonight. My wife was down in the basement, and unknown to me she had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position while watching TV. I was just finishing up a post where I was going to share Kimberlin’s nutty response to my motion for a partial stay when someone decided to recklessly endanger my life.
I mean again. Let’s not forget the last time someone intentionally engaged in conduct that they knew could get me and my wife killed. In that case we know who the culprit was: Brett Kimberlin. He intentionally and gratuitously revealed my real name, home address, work and work address, in court documents and then told the police in a letter that he believed because of his actions that “there exists the very real probability that Mr. Walker could be subjected to serious harm or death now that his identity has been exposed.” And then he fought tooth and nail to keep that information from being sealed, and then fought to get them unsealed.
Anyway, to the police officers’ credit, they recognized a hoax was a real possibility. I would describe what they did next as just due diligence. They had me stand out in the yard and talk to an officer about who my list of suspects were, in my bare feet and everything, and they swept the house and verified my wife was safe and no one else was in danger. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I saw around 5-6 cop cars at the corner, and a number of officers waiting. No, it wasn’t a SWAT team. One weenie-ish SWATting apologist thinks that if they don’t bring out the SWAT van it doesn’t count, failing to understand that like many slang terms, it is not utterly literal.
My wife came out a bit later and she appeared to be okay and I gave her a hug. She later told me when the officer woke her up, she said, the same phrase, “let me guess, someone called and said my husband shot me…” She says the cop was surprised that she wasn’t surprised. Then I spent a good hour or two talking to the police and contacting people with vital information. That is, for instance, how Patrick Frey over at Patterico’s knew first even before I tweeted anything out about it, because I knew he would have a lot to tell them. And we will be working with a detective to get at who committed this latest crime against us in the days to come.
-Via Instapundit, we learn that one of Aaron Walker’s lawyers, Bruce Godfrey, has felt compelled to issue a statement defiantly defending taking on Aaron as a client. Why would that be? Perhaps, Mr. Godfrey gives us the answer:
I do know that there have been some petty efforts to interfere with my relationships with some legal referral sources of mine. But when I tell you I don’t care, I don’t care. I have no boss to “harass”; this law shop is mine for my clients’ welfare and I answer to no one but my clients and the courts. That’s that.
Either you have the courage to do what needs to be done as an attorney, or you don’t. Fortunately, I do. At the risk of ungentlemanly coarseness, mine are made out of high-quality tempered American brass, and that fact settles the discussion. Indeed, the best way to discourage this sort of nonsense is to respond to it with moral fortitude, measured, reasonable responses and, to the extent strictly lawful, vi et armis.
I’m wonder if the “bad guys” are figuring out that the good guys aren’t going to fold, and have far more collective resources than was initially thought? That, and they haven’t realized that Alinsky is dead, and so is his method.