Carr: Judge latest hack caught together with pants down


Judge Thomas Estes may be the poster boy for that Massachusetts judiciary.

It’s damn near impossible to embarrass state judges — the bust-out flotsam with the legal “profession.” Not less than 95 % of which were starving to death until they scrapped together several hundred dollars in political contributions to order themselves a lifelong vacation of 35 weeks a year of “work” for $172,194 every year, which has a fourth $6,250 pay raise in 18 months due July 1.

But Estes has committed the supreme crime in admitting with a third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous with a court underling. He’s shone a spotlight around the absolute tawdriness indeed, this will Massachusetts judiciary.

Estes conducted his one-sided affair in the romantic locations of your Civilized world — Belchertown, Westfield, Marlboro. Now, reassigned to “administrative duties” in Holyoke, he claims he’s loaded with “great shame and remorse.” But he will not quit, for 1 simple reason.

If his snout is ever forcibly ejected through the public trough, Estes will in short order starve to death. They’re a hack’s hack. So let’s let his lawyer describe his affair with one Tammy Cagle, a “drug-court clinician.”

The Commission on Judicial Conduct lists 13 cases of, well, recall what Bill Clinton was doing to Monica Lewinsky? That’s what Judge Estes was doing to Tammy Cagle — 13 times. So says the CJC.

But the devil made him apply it! See, all this started throughout a judicial conference in November 2016 in Marlboro. Cagle, that is now 47, asked Estes, now 58, simply to walk her to her college accommodation.

“Obviously her intentions were clear from that moment forward,” Judge Estes’ lawyer writes.

After the jurist returned to his room, the sultry temptress texted him.

“She lured him to her room within the pretext that he needed benefit her TV. To his great regret, Judge Estes joined her room, where he found Ms. Cagle lying in her bed, clad only in panties in addition to a t shirt. Those great television was on.”

So was the affair. They liked to connect afternoons. You’re thinking that Paris or Rome is a wonderful spot for swingin’ young lovers? Have you been within the Belchertown District Courthouse?

“The routine,” his lawyer says, “was which he would simply stop at the courthouse after business, and that Ms. Cagle would join him during the late afternoon. At 4:30 when everyone had left the dwelling, they might then be unengaged to practice sex approximately Half-hour.”

Can someone hum some bars of “Afternoon Delight”?

But Tammy soon became dissatisfied with your ex-girlfriend role because the Monica Lewinsky of the 413 area code.

Estes is actually a typical modern Massachusetts judge. His wife provides a different surname. He was appointed by Deval Patrick. He’s from Ny, and drifted into the Bay State around 2002.

According as Estes told the Governor’s Council, his example of private practice was less than eighteen months. He’s basically an occupation public defender — meaning, the taxpayers paid him handsomely to safeguard shiftless criminals who attack taxpayers.

Now many of the judicial hacks are embarrassed, not by their esteemed colleague’s behavior, but by the fact that she got caught in reference to his pants down, literally. Little doubt Estes is already ready a great “involuntary” removal, this means they can collect a Massachusetts State Police-like pension for the remainder of his worthless indolent life.

Isn’t it shocking that the Massachusetts judge will be caught in flagrante delicto? I assumed what happened in Belchertown, stayed in Belchertown.

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