The Law’s an Ass

by duncanr

the law is an asswell, some practitioners of it anyway . . .

a judge in Texas instructed a jury hearing the case of a womam accused of trafficking a teen girl for sex to find the defendant ‘not guilty’ because GOD had spoken to him directly and told him she was innocent

the jurors, however, ignored the judge’s instruction and – based on the evidence presented to them in court – found her guilty ( http://tinyurl.com/y8fpy6np )

p.s. GOD’s intervention on behalf of the defendant might have carried more weight if he had spoken to the jurors instead of the judge?

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2 Comments to “The Law’s an Ass”

  1. Unbefuckinglievable.

    This judge had already been reprimanded for past stupidity, like “jailing [a] man for contempt of court without a hearing or advance notice of the charge” just because the man called him a fool.

    Police pull this shit all the time. If they’re having a bad day, cops can literally put you in handcuffs and drag you into a jail cell for rubbing them the wrong way–and they get away with it.

    About a year ago, I called in to report a moron (a short-fused bully who owns three guns and two giant, untrained dogs) in my neighborhood putting fake traffic cones in the street to direct traffic away from his preferred parking spot. It forced drivers to make crazy turns and endangered the schoolchildren who walk home from school along that route every day. I watched the whole thing unfold from my front window.

    The patrol officer who contacted me reluctantly agreed that this was wildly illegal and dangerous, then spent the rest of the phone call attempting to “talk me down” from actually making him do something about it. He kept steering the conversation towards “letting it go,” “seeing what happens,” and worked his ass off attempting to convince me that I wasn’t “picking my battles” because this wasn’t “worth getting upset over.”

    Kids almost getting hit multiple times not worth getting upset over?

    I thought for sure he didn’t understand what I had described, so I started again. He cut me off several times and just kept bringing it around to how I was making mountains out of molehills. He sounded bored. I had enough and declared, “I’m not going to ignore someone breaking the law,” and I asked for the spelling of his name.

    You could almost hear his brain snap on the other end of the line, he got so mad, so fast, I actually felt the hair on the back of my neck raise. His voice lowered two octaves and he dove straight into attack mode, pointedly refusing to answer any questions. Police officers are required by law to give their name and badge number upon request. He actually growled (and I quote):

    “Why don’t I come over there and you can read it off my badge.”

    Consider: I’m a single female living alone, who felt safe because I’d been taught my whole life that I could always call the cops if I felt threatened. I got off the phone as fast as possible, double-bolted my door, and called his superior. The superior immediately set about trying to convince me that what happened didn’t really happen, that if it did, I misinterpreted it, and finished up with how this officer never received any complaints before.

    Well, yeah, no SHIT he didn’t receive any complaints, he threatens anybody who tries.

    I ended the call and never called the police again. I never will. If Traffic Cone Moron is getting stabbed on his front lawn, I will pop popcorn and watch comfortably from that same window. According to law enforcement, that’s exactly what I’m supposed to do.

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