I once got an acquittal for a guy who grabbed his wife by the hair, slapped her, and then fired a revolver next to her head… and then threw her out of the trailer and fired another round in the air outside of the trailer…
because he was trying to watch the Super Bowl and she wouldn’t stop nagging him.
I tried the case because there was no plea deal even offered. Two felonies, both with mandatory 10 years and no parole. Nothing to lose…
After the wife testified at trial, being particularly nasty to me on cross examination, the jury apparently sympathized with my client, who had been married to her for decades, and just like that… set him free. Even the judge couldn’t believe it.
That trailer is still sitting there - now abandoned - on the side of US 219 and you can still see the bullet hole in the wall.
It becomes overwhelming at a certain point. It becomes unbearable. In 1972 this was mine, by law, when I was 16 years old. All I had to do was work at a diner for one summer. And she’d love me. She’d love me forever. And orgasm from penetration. Because she didn’t have a 60k rpm solfeggio sequence vibrator for her clitoris (fake organ never proved). Because she trusted me. And now today it’s not even a hypothetical. This woman might as well be in a parallel universe. Im invisible to her. I was denied her uterus at birth. It was made illegal for me to pursue her and illegal for her to sex me. Obama left his fingerprints on her womb and my vas deferans. Her ant-sized woman “brain” was soaked, like a sponge, in 19 (she better not be a day older) years of talmudic-muslim-faggotcommunist propaganda to the point where she would only feel permitted to have sex with a mulatto 39 year old crypto rugger who socially signals as a communist bottom but also he has a fifteen million dollar net worth (my tax dollars gifted to him by John Thune (who is not a human being and therefore no action taken toward him is illegal or immoral)) it’s just insane I’m going to go insane. Anyways no I’m not using the app today I’ll just take 2 Big Macs and a 20 piece. Why do you even ask. No meal. I don’t want the soda I don’t know when you’ve last cleaned the soda stream. It could be oxidized. Calcified. The Haitian drive through headphone operator cashier Sumerian sacrifice candidate (third gen; cannot read or write, cannot extrapolate the passage of time) looks at me in total confusion. “Is you paying cash or card?” I leave the drive thru empty handed and speed back to my parents house. Maybe when I’m thirty they’ll let me date my hot cousin
Trump: If you’re in doubt about somebody's name from the Middle East, just say Mohammed, you have about a 65% chance. Hello, Mohammed. I've done it for years now. I’ve never been wrong.
Trump on El-Sayed: "His name is actually Abduladadalalalala. It's Adulbabababababa Mohammed Al-Sayed. So his middle name is Mohammed. So I was right. He's a jihadist."