I can go to https://timeline.google.com/maps/timeline and see where I was any day I was carrying my phone for the past several years. I carry my phone most days so it’s a pretty complete timeline. It even tells me if I was walking, running, biking, or driving between points.
Well, yes, but we’re honest, and (generally) quite smart. We wouldn’t be bringing out cellphones as we cased our crime scenes. And on the night in question, our phones would be at home where an automated system would have us turning on lights, sending emails, etc.
But while I (and you, and others) can prove where our phones were, that only catches the stupid or passionate criminals. No one other than my wife knows where I was in the evening 95% of the time by visual or records review, because I’m a homebody. Which makes it all the more important to not be a crimin’.
I dunno, I looked at mine, and there are significant errors in terms of where I was and what I was doing (hiking vs biking vs driving). It might be a useful piece of the puzzle, but only that.
Note: if Northern Piper’s ever a suspect and they don’t go to their bank and phone company, they’re the killer.
Unless it’s an episode of Perry Mason, in which case they walked around for several hours after finding the body, rubbed their face on the murder weapon, and have no alibi, but are not the killer.
LOL…I just did some spot checking and it is fairly accurate for me EXCEPT for a hike we took this weekend. We were in remote Idaho with no cell service but good GPS. I even Strava’d our hike so the phone knew we were hiking. It was a 10 mile hike but the location record lists it as an 80 mile hike. There is one leg that shoots off. I suspect at some point I got a connection to a tower way off and the phone concludes we must’ve walked there and back. 80 mile hike in 3 hours…not too shabby!
What about if your phone is turned off? Mine is off 90+ percent of the time, since I still use a landline for most of my telephone stuff and try not to give out my cellphone number if I can avoid it.
Mine keeps thinking I am in dc. I am not in dc, and haven’t been there in years.
It does appear that trump does call to people who are like him. Rudy just had a similar ruler to some of trump’s civil rulings.
A Message To You, Rudy
I think for Rudy the judge is talking about his handling of information before the FBI seizure, and after they returned the material over a year ago. You simply don’t erase anything or throw away computer storage device or hard copy records. I get the idea the judge thinks he was deliberately losing or leaving out material and feigning helplessness.
Rudy Giuliani is being sued by his former lawyers for “$1.4 million in unpaid legal fees.” He’ll need a few more Mar-a-lago dinners with Trump to pay this off, I guess.
They’ll have to get in a long, long line of people that Rudy owes money to.
And today, a new allegation of sexual assault by Ruby:
In Rudy’s defense he was very excited and over stimulated that day. He was very close to getting what he wanted only to watch it slip away from his grasp (both times).
From the book (excerpt in the article):
Is he a vampire? Are they all vampires?
No. Just soulless ghouls.
I have to argue with one part of that excerpt, where she describes Rudy as “like a wolf closing in on its prey.” I’ve seen wolves. I like ‘em. I have the T-shirts. There is no way Rudy could ever remind anyone of a wolf. I will accept a hagfish, or perhaps a weird tapir. Not a wolf. It’s insulting to wolves.
I think a better metaphor for Rudy is a rabid dog. Dogs, and Rudy, once arguably (not well, especially with his bigotry and willingness to use violence) served his fellow man. But he got infected with a lust for, well, lust, fame, money and the sweet taste of power and authority. And now he’s turned on everyone and everything in service of his infection.
And I’ve seen many poorly raised, and poorly disciplined dogs that hurt those who are most at risk in their own homes.
Actually, I take part of that back. Rabies isn’t something the dog chose, so it doesn’t quite work. I think I’ll stick to poorly raised and poorly disciplined dog that gives into all of it’s basest instincts of lust and desire to forcibly subjugate any weaker than it, even if it causes injury or death. Like the worst sort of half-feral pittbull or similar dogs.
Right now I see Rudy as an opossum you found in the bottom of your trash can. Greasy, trapped, hissing in defensive desperation, smells funny.
He’s going to end up in jail or permanently couch-surfing, penniless.