"CHARLIE KIRK KILLER'S SICK TEXTS, JUDGE GETS LIFE FOR WIFE MURDER & CRYSTAL ROGERS' KILLERS SENTENCED"

0:03 Caalaroga Shark Media. Good morning, I'm read Carter Friday, September nineteenth, twenty twenty five. Today on Celebrity Trials, Tyler Robinson's texts after assassinating Charlie Kirk have been released, and they're exactly as delusional as you'd expect from a twenty two year old who thinks murder makes him a revolutionary judge. Jeffrey Ferguson got life for shooting his wife over dinner plans. The man who sentenced hundreds learned what it feels like to hear life without parole from the defendant's table. And Crystal Rogers killers finally got sentenced ten years after making her vanish. They're vanishing into prison forever. Plus, I'll tell you about this weekend special on the Google Graveyard and our upcoming ojy marathon that'll make you question everything you think you know about the Trial of the Century. This is Celebrity Trials. Prosecutors released Tyler Robinson's text messages yesterday, and folks, they're a masterclass in delusion, narcissism, and proving premeditation all at once. Robinson, if you've somehow forgotten is the twenty two year old who assassinated Charlie Kirk at Utah Valley University shot him from a rooftop while Kirk talked to college students. Now we know what Robinson texted his roommate immediately after pulling the trigger three point thirty one pm, September tenth, Twenty minutes after shooting Kirk, Robinson

1:34 texts his roommate, Dylan Chen turn on the news. History was just made history. This dropout, living in his parents' basement thought he was making history by murdering a father of two. Three p forty five PM. They're probably calling me a terrorist. I'm a patriot. This is what seventeen seventy six looked like, right. George Washington definitely sniped British office while they were having tea with college students. That's exactly how the American Revolution worked. This is what happens when you learn history from Reddit threads. Four twelve pm. The shot heard round the world. Two point zero. He's comparing himself to Lexington and conquered the start of the Revolutionary war. This narcissist actually thought shooting an unarmed conservative speaker would trigger a revolution. Instead, it triggered a manhunt.

2:28 That caught him in three days. Four forty seven PM. Don't let them control the narrative. Make sure people know why. Why Because Charlie Kirk had different political opinions, because he spoke at colleges, because Tyler Robinson spent sixteen hours a day in online echo chambers convincing himself that murder was morally justified. Five twenty three pm. If they catch me, I'll be a political prisoner like Mandela Nelson. Mandela spent twenty seven year years in prison for fighting apartheid. Tyler Robinson shot an unarmed man for speaking opinions He didn't like the fact that he thinks these are comparable. Shows a level of delusion that should be studied by psychologists.

3:12 But here's where it gets really sick. Six point fifteen pm. As Charlie Kirk is being pronounced dead at the hospital, Robinson texts, is he dead yet? Need confirmation for the manifesto? Timing manifesto timing. He was more concerned about when to release his garbage manifesto than the fact he'd just murdered someone. Charlie Kirk was dying, his wife was collapsing in grief, his children were about to become fatherless, and Robinson was worried about optimizing his manifesto's social media engagement. Seven forty five pm. They'll make statues of me one day, statues. This kid, who couldn't finish one semester of college, who worked at a coffee shop, who lived with his parents, thought he'd get statues for committing murder. The only thing he getting is a sell in ADX, Florence with the un Obamber's former neighbors. The roommate Dylan Chen, to his credit, immediately called the FBI after receiving these texts. His response to Robinson was brilliant, Tyler, what did you do? Then turn yourself in? Then I'm calling the police. But Robinson kept texting even as he fled to Nevada. September eleventh, eight twenty three am. The movement will continue, others will follow my example. What movement? What others? The movement of basement dwelling losers who think violence is virtue. The others who also can't distinguish between Twitter arguments and justification for murder.

4:43 September twelfth, two fifteen am, hours before his arrest. If I die, make sure they spell my name, writ in the history books, history books. This murderer thought he'd be in history books as anything other than a footnote about political violence, a cautionary tale about online radicalization, a reminder that some people are too stupid to have Internet access. The prosecutor, Michael Stevens, says these texts prove premeditation and lack of remorse. That's under selling it. These texts prove Robinson is a narcissistic sociopath who viewed murder as a path to fame. His public defender, Sarah Martinez, tried to claim the texts show mental illness. No, mental illness doesn't make you compare yourself to Nelson Mandela. Mental illness doesn't make you worry about manifesto timing while your victim dies.

5:35 That's not mental illness. That's evil with a Twitter account. The worst part Robinson's parents had to read these texts, had to see their sons celebrating murder, had to realize the passionate political kid they raised was actually planning mass violence with Charlie Kirk as just the beginning. His mother broke down in court when the texts were read. His father hasn't been back since. They're serving their own life sentence. They raised a monster who thought murder made him a hero. Meanwhile, Charlie Kirk's actual last texts were to his wife event going great, kids are engaged, home for dinner, Love you. That's the difference between the victim and the killer. Kirk was thinking about dinner with his family. Robinson was thinking about statues and history books. Robinson wanted to be remembered.

6:25 He will be as a coward who shot an unarmed man, as a narcissist who thought violence was virtue, as a cautionary tale about what happens when online radicalization meets real world violence. No statues, Tyler, no history books, no revolution, just a concrete cell and a lifetime to realize you murdered an innocent man for Twitter clout that lasted three days more in a moment. Judge Jeffrey Ferguson got his sentence yesterday life without the possibility of parole for murdering his wife Cheryl over dinner plans. The man who spent forty years sending people to prison will die in one.

7:15 The sentencing was in the same courthouse where Ferguson used to preside, same building, different floor. The courtroom was packed with judges, lawyers and staff who knew Ferguson, who respected him, who couldn't believe he was standing there in shackles for murder. Judge Patricia Williams, who had to sentence her former colleague, didn't hold back. Mister Ferguson, you held a position of ultimate trust. You were supposed to represent justice. Instead, you became the very thing you spent your career punishing, a cold blooded killer. Ferguson's attorney, Robert Morrison, made one last plea for leniency, talked about Ferguson's lifetime of public service, his fair sentencing, his reputation for mercy, asked for the possibility of parole after twenty five years, given Ferguson's age and health. Judge Williams's response was perfect. Mister Ferguson showed no mercy to his wife when she wanted to go to dinner. He executed her in their kitchen for the crime of wanting thie food. That level of trivial rage deserves no mercy in return. The victim impact statements were devastating.

8:29 Cheryl's sister Linda looked directly at Ferguson and said, you didn't just kill my sister. You killed Every memory of your marriage, every good moment you shared is now poisoned by knowing you were capable of murdering her. Over restaurant choices, Cheryl's best friend, Maria, revealed something that made the courtroom gasp. Cheryl had been planning to leave Ferguson, had been seeing a divorce attorney, had opened her own bank account. The dinner argument wasn't really about dinner. It was about Cheryl finally standing up for herself after forty years. She was going to leave you, Maria said to Ferguson, she was done with your temper, your control, your rage. You sensed it, and rather than let her leave, you killed her. Ferguson tried to speak before sentencing, started crying, saying he loved Cheryl, that it was a moment of madness, that forty years of marriage should count for something. Judge Williams cut him off.

9:30 Mister Ferguson, you called your lawyer before calling nine to one one. You watched your wife bleed out while planning your defense. That's not a moment of madness, that's calculated evil. Then came the sentence, life without the possibility of parole. Ferguson, seventy three years old, will die in prison. The judge who showed no mercy received none. The courthouse staff watched their former boss get led away in the same shack he'd ordered for so many defendants. The bailiffs who used to protect him were now escorting him to prison. The clerks who used to respect him were updating his file from judge to inmate. But here's the part that really gets me. After the sentencing, prosecutors revealed that Cheryl had been recording Ferguson's outburst on her phone for months. She knew she'd need evidence for the divorce she was building her case for freedom. The last recording was from the morning of her murder. Ferguson screaming about breakfast being cold, Cheryl calmly saying she was done being yelled at Ferguson threatening divorce, Cheryl responding that would be a gift. Four hours later, she was dead. Her final recording became evidence at his murder trial instead of her divorce proceedings. Ferguson is being housed in protective custody at San Quentin. Former judges don't do well in general population. He'll spend twenty three hours a day alone in a cell, remembering when he had the power to send others to the same fate.

11:02 His former colleagues have already forgotten him. His nameplate has been removed from his old courtroom, his portraits taken down from the courthouse walls, his legacy erased. Except as a cautionary tale about rage and control. Jeffrey Ferguson wanted to control his wife so badly that he killed her rather than let her choose a restaurant. Now he doesn't even control when he eats, sleeps, or sees sunlight. That's not just justice, that's poetic justice. Cheryl Ferguson was planning a new life at sixty five, had enrolled in cooking classes, ironic given the final argument was reconnecting with old friends, was discovering who she was without her controlling husband. She died six months before she could file for divorce and start over. Instead of freedom, she got a bullet. Instead of retirement, Ferguson got life without parole, and somewhere in heaven, Cheryl is probably at that Thai restaurant. She wanted to try finally free from the man who killed her, rather than let her choose dinner. We'll be right back with Crystal Rogers killers getting what they deserve, and a preview of this weekend special on how Google's searches become confessions.

12:27 Brooks Houk and Joseph Lawson were sentenced yesterday for the murder of Crystal Rogers life without parole. Ten years after making Crystal disappear. They're disappearing into prison forever. The sentencing was emotional. Cristel's mother, Sherry Ballard, who spent a decade searching for her daughter's body, finally got to address her daughter's killers. You took my daughter, you took my grandchildren's mother. You took my hope, but you didn't take my determination. I'll keep searching for Crystal until I die, and you'll rot in prison knowing you'll never be free. Brooks Howk, Cristel's boyfriend and killer, maintained his innocence to the end. Claimed Cristel ran Off, claimed he's being framed, claimed the evidence is circumstantial. Judge Rebecca Martinez responded, mister Howck, you killed the mother of your son. You made her vanish so thoroughly that ten years of searching hasn't found her.

13:22 That's not innocence, that's evil efficiency. Joseph Lawson, who helped dispose of Cristel's body, tried to cut a deal at the last minute, offered to reveal the location for a reduced sentence. The prosecutor's response was, beautiful, you had ten years to develop a conscience. It's too late now. Think about that. He knew where Cristel was buried for ten years, watched her mother's search, watched her children grow up without her, watched the community hold vigils, and said nothing until it could benefit him. The judge gave him extra time just for that cruelty, life without parole, plus thirty years for obstruction and evidence tampering. He'll die in prison, taking Cristel's location with him unless he develops that conscience he's been missing.

14:12 The evidence presented at sentencing was overwhelming. Cristel's blood in Hawk's barn, her car abandoned to look like a breakdown, her phone never used again, her bank accounts untouched, her five children left motherless. But the most damning evidence was the pattern of death around this case. Hawk's brother, a cop who was going to testify, died in a hunting accident. Another witness was murdered. Everyone who could have revealed the truth ended up dead or scared. Cristel's oldest son, who was eight when she disappeared, gave a victim impact statement that destroyed the courtroom. I don't remember my mom's voice anymore.

14:52 I see her in pictures, but can't hear her laugh. You didn't just kill her, you killed my memories of her. Uok's son with Cristel, who he got custody of after making her disappear, wasn't in court. He's twelve, now, living with relatives, growing up knowing his father killed his mother. That's a life sentence no child should serve. The sentence won't bring Cristel back, won't give her children their mother, won't give Sherry Ballard a grave to visit. But it does mean brooks Hock and Joseph Lawson will never be free again. They'll die in prison, hopefully haunted by Cristel's ghost and the knowledge that they destroyed multiple lives for nothing.

15:33 Cristel Rogers was thirty five when she vanished, a mother of five who was trying to leave an abusive relationship. She's been gone ten years, but never forgotten her mother. Still searches, her children still hope, and now her killers will spend every remaining day of their lives in cages, knowing there exactly where they belong. Before we go, let me tell you about this weekend special investigation, the Google Graveyard. Tomorrow, we're exploring the Search history Hall of Shame. Every idiot who googled their murder plans thinking incognito mode was actually incognito. Brian Walsh searching how to dispose of one hundred and fifteen pound woman's body his wife weighed one hundred fifteen pounds.

16:20 Herbert Swilley googling making murder look like suicide while poisoning his Parkinson's afflicted wife, Bryant to Jada Comparison shopping for Tomahawks on Amazon with prime shipping because apparently murder is urgent enough for two day delivery. Sunday, we expand to the entire digital cemetery, your phone, tracking you to crime scenes, deleted texts that aren't deleted, snapchats that don't disappear, Killers literally live streaming murders on Facebook because apparently murder needs an audience. Now it's two days of the stupidest criminals in history. Convicting themselves one search query at a time. If you're planning to murder someone this weekend, maybe listen to these episodes first. You'll either learn what not to do or realize you're too stupid to get away with it.

17:06 And next week, starting Friday, we're doing something special, Eight days of OJ Simpson, one episode for each month of the original trial that captivated the world. We're going back to nineteen ninety four, when the Internet barely existed, when Court TV was new, when a white broncho chase stopped America. Thirty years later, we know so much more, the evidence that was missed, the jury that was played, the media circus that became the template for every trial since. It's the trial that created modern true crime coverage, and we're dissecting it piece by piece, from the Bloody Gloves to the Bruno Maglis, from cato'kalin to Judge Edo. From if it doesn't fit, you must acquit to the verdict that divided America. Eight episodes, eight months of trial, one comprehensive look at how OJ Simpson got away with double murder.

18:00 This weekend, it's the Google graveyard. Your search history is your confession, your phone is your prosecution, and your digital footprint is your path to prison. That's Celebrity Trials for Friday, September nineteenth. Tyler Robinson thought he was making history with murder. He made a terrorism case. Judge Ferguson thought he could control his wife with violence. He's controlled by prison guards now. Crystal Rogers killers thought they could hide her forever. They'll be hiding in prison until they die. This weekend, join me for the Google Graveyard, where we explore how technology became law enforcement's best friend and criminal's worst enemy. Then next week, we dive deep into the OJ Simpson trial, the murder case that changed everything. I'm read Carter. Remember your texts are evidence, your searches are confessions. Your phone knows what you did, and if you're googling murder methods right now, you're already caught. Have a weekend, Try not to murder anyone, and definitely don't google it. If you do.

19:03 See you tomorrow