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by Mischief Maker 11/18/2009, 2:17pm PST |
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Boy, if there's one word to describe the mood of every criminal shuffling into that courtroom, in handcuffs, dressed in orange, wearing those slippery flip-flops, heavily hung over from the previous night, it was ecstatic. I tell you, when the prosecutor called out their name and case number, they were jumping and high-fiving the other convicts in the bullpen (as well as they could in the handcuffs) and running to the defendant's table like it was "The Price is Right." And as they did they'd scream something along the lines of, "The American criminal justice systeeeeeeem! Fuck yeah! What a privilege!"
Then we'd be going over bail and the defendant would say, "hold it! Hold it! It's time for me to spew hateful rhetoric. Because, shit, do I have something to say about niggers and jews!" Then we all had to call the media and sit down and listen as the defendant spouted hateful rhetoric for as long as he wanted, then the judge would have to say, "let the record show that the defendant's hateful rhetoric is fully endorsed by the United States of America and we encourage any impressionable children to follow in the defendant's footsteps."
Being a defendant in the US criminal justice system, it's like being princess for a day! |
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