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Adventure in the courthouse

So, as things turned out, the lad was not seated on a jury today and he is excused from jury duty for at least another three years. He is very, very happy about that. Indeed, it was a close shave. There were three trials about to happen and he was in the process of being interviewed and appraised for the first one. It was a murder trial which, they told him, would take about three weeks.

If that wasn’t worrying enough, the alleged murderer claimed he assisted his girlfriend’s suicide. She slit her wrists and when that didn’t move matters along quite fast enough, he smothered her with a pillow. Then left her on his couch for two weeks. By the time her family tracked her down, there wasn’t much left of her besides...well, if you’ve ever watched CSI, you know what I mean. The house that the boyfriend lived in has, in fact, been condemned and is slated to be torn down because it is beyond salvageable. She sort of leaked into a lot of places where she can’t be removed.

The defense attorney had a lot of pictures to share and the lad was beginning to get a little nauseated thinking about it. It’s one thing to see it on a TV show, but something entirely different when it’s a real person. But, at the last minute, the alleged murderer decided to plead guilty and forgo a jury trial. In some kind of plea deal, he’ll be given a life sentence with the possibility of parole in 15 years with a 2nd degree murder charge. He took it.

The next case was dismissed.

And the third case was a medical malpractice trial. The lad was selected for the jury. I’m not sure of the technical details, but at the end of the selection process, each attorney was allowed to dismiss two jurors for any reason whatsoever without comment. The defense attorney booted the lad off the jury. Didn’t like his looks or something. That trial would have lasted about a week and a half. Would have been interesting, but he’s not too upset about being booted, although he’d like to know what was wrong with him. Kind of insulted, I think.

So that was his big day in the city. Apparently real life is a lot weirder than most of us realize. I guess the television writers have to get their material somewhere.

Posted on 01/07/08 at 07:09 PM
 




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