MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
William ("I don't need no stinkin' recusal") Prosser, who squeaked back into the Wisconsin Supreme Court in his recent election contest, has been granted a "pass" based, I suppose, upon the awesome discretion that our system grants to the prosecuting attorney in any criminal investigation.
Basically presenting a defense that should properly be the subject of jury deliberation, Prosser confessed to committing a non-consensual touching (the crime of battery) on Ann Walsh Bradley, a fellow Wisconsin Supreme Court Justice.
His excuse: (shorter version) I went into a fugue state, had some kind of strange reflexive action involving my hands and her neck, and I don't remember any of it.
Yeah, and that's what lots of convicted murderers say during prison interviews about how they were found with a smoking gun in hand standing over the corpse of their deceased spouse.
Curiously, confessing himself subject to temporary blackouts during which he carries out criminal assaults does not seem likely to trigger a move by the Wisconsin legislature to consider removing him from office, pursuant to the "You Are A Fucking Nut" rule.
From Prosser's press release: "I am am gratified the prosecutor founds (sic) these scurrilous charges without merit"
Comments
Wisconsin needs Jack McCoy.
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 1:37am
Nah, he'd take a dive for the poliically connected...They need Sipowicz to interrogate Prosser...
by jollyroger on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 2:19am
See I just have to watch myself here and not go into some oathmaking riot.
It is so hard to do.
This is the Chief Justice of a Supreme Court acting like a wife beating bastard toward a peer. Toward a peer on his own sacred Court for chrissakes!
If his folks had not cheated during the last election, he would be out on his arse; with a nice position at some fascist corporation!
See, I have to stop or I will rip my computer in half!
by Richard Day on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 2:05am
Mild mannered Richard Day, a retired attorney and pillar of the community by day, has been seen cavorting in a badly torn shirt, with a grotesquely muscled torso. his skin an eerie green hue.
He was observed performing feats of superhuman strength, for instance the dismemberment of a metal box containing the guts of his now defunct computer.
With wires dripping from his teeth, Day merely blinked several times when asked why he had committed this wanton act of destruction..."I just couldn't stand it anymore", he repeated several times, as deputies tried in vain to fit their plastic restraining ties over his inhumanly large forearms...
by jollyroger on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 2:17am
and if he lived in a trailer park, he would just one more scene in an episode of Cops, being led to a cop car in handcuffs talking about how much he loves her. (of course dressed in shorts and wife-beater t-shirt if one is wearing a shirt.)
Bad boys on the court
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 2:20am
And since this an American blog, I have to offer the Alvin and the Chipmunks version of the song.
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 2:27am
Alvin and the Chipmunks version
That is just not right...
by jollyroger on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 2:41am
so true...yet the world still spins on its axis, the sun rises as much as it sets, and practically starting from scratch... An awakening, a man standing on his saddle to bang on the shutters, our names shouted in a certain dawn, a message, a summons... A new record for pitch and toss. We have not been.. picked out... simply to be abandoned... set loose to find our own way... We are entitled to some direction... I would have thought
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 2:58am
As long as you are pondering the deeper questions, answer this one:: How come anything rendered into chipmunkese is insupportably funny?
by jollyroger on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 3:06am
that which is high pitch'd taps into our inner child. always hahahaha
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 3:17am
I am hypnotized by the fearsome symmetry (pace Brother Blake...) of the nose and the parted bangs...
by jollyroger on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 3:29am