How I Went Full Commando on the Prosecutor — And Won: Proceduralism's Achilles Heel

Let me tell you how the American justice system really works: it doesn’t care about facts, and it definitely doesn’t care about innocence. It cares about leverage. And once I figured that out, I stopped playing the game — and I beat it.

I had a case. It was crap. Baseless. Total fabrication. I handed my lawyers everything they needed to get it dismissed. Crystal clear. But guess what? They didn’t do a damn thing with it. Not because they were evil. Because they were proceduralists. They weren’t trained to fight — they were trained to file.

So I fired the last one and took matters into my own hands.

I emailed the prosecutor directly. I told him he was full of shit. I told him I’d have him disbarred. I didn’t threaten — I promised. I told him: do whatever you want, I’m coming for you either way.

He dropped the case the next day.

Now — I did accept a deal at one point. Not a conviction — a bullshit anger management program just to make it go away. My lawyer (who I had already canned) idiotically added weekly drug testing to the deal even though drugs had nothing to do with the charge. So yeah, I had to wake up at 6am to piss in a cup like some junkie parolee. Thanks for that.

But I finished the program. Verified the dismissal. And walked.

And let me be clear: I won because I stepped outside the system. The lawyers were hopeless. The truth didn’t matter. What mattered was that I scared the system — that I created a career risk for the prosecutor. I didn’t argue. I didn’t reason. I threatened. And that’s what worked.

You can call it reckless. I call it tactical.

In the end, I wasn’t defended by the law. I wasn’t defended by my lawyer. I was defended by the fact that I refused to play their game.