My readers, I want to briefly talk about a case the supreme court deliberated on, a case people like me should have a voice for on a decent non prejudicial platform, a human and humane platform, acas that affects ordinary human lives and therefore matters to me. It is a case I wish I will read more often than the shit I read, one we would have discussed on SBE. I did say we need a revolution. So this case from Georgia had this black woman adopting a black boy. The boy was more than a handful and was later diagnosed with ills and eventually schizophrenia. After the mental hospital released him because they felt all was fine, he killed his adopting mother, stabbing her about 50 times.
Now simply put, of three major counts against the boy, a Georgia jury found him not guilty by reason of insanity on the first and guilty in the other two giving him life in prison for it. If you know much about law, you already know this is crazy and an appeal was inevitable. The Georgia Supreme court threw out the 3 convictions and ordered a new trial. The nation’s supreme court got the case. They eventually ruled against a new trial. What is crazy about this case? The jurors’ verdicts are completely irrational. Nobody who understood law and how it truly works would have given that verdict.
My perspective on this is simple. The double Jeopardy hardly applied when the verdict itself convicted itself. It is completely irrational for the first premise–an instance of insanity–to have gone anywhere nevertheless near two verdicts of guilt. The first count charge never stood a chance because of the instance of insanity. The second and third counts never stood a chance from the first instance of insanity. In simpler words my readers, the “reasonable doubt” to nullify this irrational case was embedded in the verdicts. Never stood a rational chance.
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When I realized comedy can be described as the things I say and do as well as the things I don’t say and do, I knew it was for me. I was seeing and hearing all kinds of shit that couldn’t be happening in the dreams and the nightmare we call society. I believe they call that crazy. You don’t need any proof. Someone just has to appear to have more potential at succeeding than you and you can make shit up about them. Better than that, you can plot to make them what you say they are. There’s always a ridicule am yet to encounter and the punches just keep coming. It is no miracle I survived. I am now more than qualified to tell comedically twisted true tales as a part of the jazz music festival, half time music. half time comedy. it is hilarious. In fact it is now a comedic-jazz music festival. Your receipts for music by ril and the free books for life cause mean the world to me. Help achieve justice.
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