Justin DiPietro's Earned Arrogance

The enabler

So he's arrogant and he's entitled.  So, what?  He's got every right to be. He earned it, when he snubbed investigators and with his meager IQ, bested them in interviewing.

Tip your hat to him.

Maine has no one to blame for this mess but its own hired attorneys.

He showed up late for court.

Who gives a damn?  You think he fears the Maine justice system?

Let's see just how complex this case is:

A battered bruised baby gets a broken arm from daddy, who, unable to hold a job, gets involved in the low level drug trade after watching too many Sopranos episodes.

He tells the baby's mother he fears kidnapping.

While unemployed, he buys life insurance in a piggy back package AGAINST the life of the little girl and in a few weeks, surprise, surprise, she is kidnapped!'

His whereabouts tell a story.

He flunks his polygraph.

The little girl's blood is all over the house.

Maine's hired attorneys...the state or government attorneys, sit on their hands and do nothing?

Yep.

They say, "we need a body" even though other state attorneys don't.

The talented attorneys get pulled out into the private sector for the big bucks, leaving behind those who have not filed charges.

Where's Alex Hunter when needed?

DiPietro does not need him, he's got the Maine state attorneys.  The judge did not dare even follow through with the arrest.

There's no reason for the entitled, spoiled brat to fear.

Had he skipped feeding a cat, Maine judicial system would have hammered him...he would be behind bars.

harming a baby?  Ah, not so bad.

We're not real big on family, babies, and that sort of thing, here in Maine.  We do, however, love our cats, coffee brandy, and entitlements.  You think this guy is ever going to work for a living?  Once one learns to game the system, they can actually earn more staying home, playing video games and keeping a pulse. After all, in the Maine school system, everyone comes in

Listen to what DiPietro says and ALWAYS believe him.

A judge initially issued an arrest warrant for DiPietro, but he eventually showed up and entered the not guilty plea.

The judge set DiPietro's bail at $300 and ordered him to have no contact with Roberts.

WMTW News 8’s Paul Merrill spoke with DiPietro by phone on Thursday.  He was more interested in avoiding questions than answering them.

When asked what slowed him down Thursday morning in getting to court DiPietro responded, “Nothing slowed me down.  I was right where I needed to be.”

The arrogance is consistent.  He is a product of Maine's social system where hard work and initiative are viewed suspiciously.  Note the arrogance and cocky attitude in his words.  

He wouldn’t answer questions about the assault charge from July 6 when a Portland police lieutenant reported seeing DiPietro push and grab his one-time girlfriend, Courtney Roberts, on Spring Street.

"I told the court everything that I needed to tell the court,” DiPietro said.

Listen exactly to what he said:  what he told the court (strong, with pronoun "I") is exactly what he "needed" to tell the court.  He does not "need" to tell the truth and makes this very clear.

The narcissism rings through his words. 

He can beat his girlfriend while staying at a hotel.  Who do you think pays the hotel bill? 

Unless you know the system, you cannot imagine the ongoing freebies to be cashed in on and how much tax payers have to chip in.  You would be infuriated if you knew.  

DiPietro’s daughter, Ayla Reynolds, was reported missing from his Waterville home on Dec. 17, 2011.

Police have never charged anyone with a crime or named any suspects but investigators have said they believe Ayla is no longer alive and that the people – including DiPietro – who were inside his home where she was last seen have been holding back information.

Merrill asked, “State police say you know more about Ayla's disappearance than you're telling them."

To which the arrogant can shrug his shoulders and CASH his state check and go back to playing a video game or using Courtney's head as a speed bag, or flip a few vicodins on the street. 

Just don't forget to feed the cat.