Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Story of Carmen--And Not The One By Bizet

So, then there's this fine citizen. He's dead and we don't care.

How do you premeditatively (no, I don't know if that's a word) bash a guy's skull in with a pipe, then hold him down so your accomplice can strangle the him to finish him off and only get convicted of second-degree murder? And then, serve only 10 years of a 30-year sentence for the murder?

My guess would be because the murder victim wasn't a white guy.

Five years after he gets sprung by the Supreme Court (who later had the omniscience to recognize that the 'early-release' program wasn't exactly working out they way they had planned--good job, fellas), he gets picked up for indecent exposure for waggin' his weenie at a group of teenage boys. What, being in the joint for all those years doesn't teach you to keep it in your pants?

He is released from prison on those charges in June of 2008. Talk about bad luck--the guy couldn't keep from being dead for 7 months. You hear all the time about how dangerous prison is; being out on the street was worse for this dumb sonofabitch. His mother reported that he said he was on his way to the library--what ex-con doesn't know enough to stay away from libraries?

Now he may have been a changed man on his way to becoming a pillar of the community, joining the Kiwanis Club and all, but somebody sure didn't like him.

Maybe it was karma. I wonder if police noticed the odor of curry at the crime scene?

"Your time is up, Dude"

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