Newly reIeased Capitol CCTV footage has raised serious doubts about the testimony provided by Special Agent David Lazarus, Nancy Pelosi’s head of security, during the Oath Keepers trial.
The footage, made public with the permission of House Speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA), has cast a shadow of doubt over key cIaims made by the prose cution and raised troubling questions about the integrity of the entire case.
Lazarus was called in as a witness to corroborate another Capitol police officer’s account, which alleged an antagonistic encounter between Officer Harry Dunn and the Oath Keepers on January 6th.
However, the released footage appears to contradict Lazarus’s testimony, suggesting that he was not present at the scene and couId not have witnessed the events as described.
The media and Democrat poIiticians have unquestioningly relied on the testimonies of individuals such as Lazarus to paint the picture of the January 6th events. These narratives have been used to convict individuals, some of whom are now serving lengthy pri-son sentences.
Many individuals were charged with unlawfully entering restricted areas of the Capitol. This included charges for those who engaged in disorderly or disruptive conduct in the Capitol or on its grounds. Some faced charges for acts of vioIence or physical confrontation with law enforcement officers.
I Incurred a $500 Fine When My Neighbor Falsely Accused My Son of Her Toddler’s Hallway Scribbles — I Couldn’t Let It Go
Caitlin often found herself informally supervising her neighbor Stacy’s young son, Nate, providing him some stability while his mom sought time for herself. However, when Nate decorated the hallway walls with doodles during Caitlin’s absence, she was unjustly slapped with a $500 fine. Determined to set things right, Caitlin devised a plan for retribution.
Stacy had become accustomed to letting her young son, Nate, roam the hallway as a play area.
“It’s safe, Caitlin,” she’d assure me. “Plus, it’s their version of outdoor play.”
She would then retreat behind her door, leaving Nate to his devices, often while she entertained guests.
“I just need some downtime,” she confessed to me once in the laundry room. “I’m a grown woman with needs, you know. Being a single mom, you must get it.”
I understood her need for personal space, but I could never imagine letting my own son, Jackson, wander the hallways alone. Despite our general familiarity with the neighbors, the corridors didn’t feel completely secure.
Jackson, slightly older than Nate, seemed concerned about the younger boy, who often loitered alone, clutching his tattered teddy bear.
“Mom,” Jackson would say during his playtime, “maybe we should invite him over.”
Grateful for my son’s compassion, I agreed. It was better to keep both children within sight, ensuring their safety.
Thus, we began having Nate over for snacks, toys, and movies—a simple arrangement that brought him noticeable joy.
“He mentioned he likes playing with others,” Jackson noted one day. “I don’t think his mom spends much time with him.”
And interestingly, Stacy hardly acknowledged this setup. Once she realized Nate was safe with us, she seemed to extend her leisure time even more.
Eventually, it became routine for Nate to knock on our door whenever his mother let him out.
“Hello,” he’d say, teddy in hand. “I’m here to play.”
However, one day, we were away at my parents’ house for my mom’s birthday.
“I hope Nate will be okay,” Jackson expressed concern as we drove.
“Oh, honey,” I responded. “His mom is there. She’s responsible for his safety too.”
Upon our return, we were greeted by hallway walls covered in childish drawings—a colorful chaos of stick figures and squiggles.
“Nate must have had fun,” I remarked, searching for my keys.
“Isn’t he going to be in trouble?” Jackson asked, eyeing the artwork.
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