Courting Insanity

 

It’s not likely I’d be seated on the Michael Jackson jury. They’d ask me if I’d formed an opinion about his guilt or innocence and it would be several minutes before I’d stop laughing. But when I’d stopped, I’d tell ‘em instead of putting his looney butt in jail for molesting children, they should the kids’ parents to prison for pimping their own, and ship Jackson back to his home planet.

I was called to jury duty once. It was a drunk driving case. When the assistant district attorney was examining the prospective jurors, he asked us if anyone of us had been pulled over for drunk driving. I said I’d been stopped but had been sober and was only given a speeding ticket. He asked me what the cops had done to me. I recounted how they’d had me walk heel to toe forwards and backwards and recite the alphabet backwards.

"Did you get all 24 letters right?" he wanted to know.

"I got all 26 letters right," I responded proudly. I was gone. They don’t like people who make them look dumber than they really are.

I wish our court system worked better. It seems more like an entertainment forum, for legal gladiators and high-profile clients. Scott Peterson, Robert Blake and now Whacko Jacko.

There’s been another case in the news that illustrates some of the lunacy that masquerades as justice in our society today. A serial killer in Connecticut was supposed to die early Saturday. He wanted to die. He claimed he wanted to get it over with, to give peace to the families of his victims. The Supreme Court had signed off. But then a local federal judge accused the man’s attorney of malpractice for failing to adequately represent his client.

The judge said the attorney was claiming the man was mentally ill and shouldn’t be executed, but the judge said the attorney in fact knew that the man was not mentally ill, that he wanted to died because he hated the deplorable conditions on death row.

The irony here is that people want to kill a man who wants to be executed because suffering on death row is worse. Why wouldn’t they want him to live to suffer? Not only do we not know what is justice, we don’t know what makes sense.

And that’s SetonnoteS...I’m Tony Seton.

 

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