Deep State Judge Arthur Engoron Hanged at GITMO

By Michael Baxter @Real Raw News

January 3, 2025

Deep State judge Arthur Engoron had earned a nickname during his time at GITMO’s Camp Delta detention center: His pitted face and ghoulish features had guards calling him the Grim Reaper, the bringer of death.

At night, alone in a cell, he had howled like a banshee, vowing vengeance upon his jailors, blaming President Trump for his woes.

He had told JAG there would be consequences and that he had friends in high places—“the top of the food chain”—and swore he would personally prosecute every JAG officer abetting President Trump’s “unlawful crusade.”

Engoron had audaciously said he would vindicate himself at a military tribunal.

He never got that chance. On the afternoon of December 23, a JAG officer and two MPs entered Engoron’s cell and told him that Vice Admiral Christopher French had decreed that Engoron would hang to death that hour.

A furious Engoron demanded an explanation and argued that all persons, the guilty and the innocent, charged with crimes deserved a chance to defend themselves against “specious lies and spurious allegations” and demanded he be allowed to speak with Vice Adm. Crandall to plead his case.

Told that Adm. Crandall had retired and that Adm. French was now calling the shots, Engoron said, “Who’s that? I never heard of him.”

“He’s the admiral who ordered that you hang today,” the JAG officer replied. “We just executed Merchan, and you’re next.”

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“I need a phone to make some calls,” Engoron said.

“No one can help you now,” the JAG officer said.

The MPs placed Engoron in handcuffs and escorted him from the cellblock to a Humvee. During the brief ride to the gallows, Engoron continued arguing he was innocent and even told his escorts he had a cache of cash that could be theirs if they secured his freedom.

The JAG officer in the Hummer smirked. “The innocent don’t have to bribe people.”

The gallows had been reset and Merchan’s corpse had been removed from the scene when the Hummer pulled into the clearing where Adm. French, a few other officers, and an unnamed Republican senator stood waiting.

They remained silent as one of the MPs led the terrified prisoner to the platform, atop which stood the hangman and a Navy Chaplain who asked Engoron whether he wanted words of comfort.

“Unless Trump’s dead, nothing will comfort me,” Engoron said. “Where is Admiral Crandall? I would very much like to speak with him?”

“Retired,” Adm. French yelled bluntly. “And we’re not here to answer your questions.”

The Admiral commanded the hangman to perform his duties. After gagging and bagging Engoron and slipping the noose around his neck, the hangman told Adm. French he was ready to flip the switch that would send the Deep Stater plummeting to his doom.

“Execute the prisoner,” Adm. French said.

A split second later, Engoron’s lifeless body undulated in the afternoon breeze, and a Navy physician recorded his time of death—1:14 p.m.—before a pair of paramedics zipped Engoron’s corpse into a body bag.

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