Justice, Miscarriage Thereof
In the interests of not leaving all y'all in suspense, my trial (mine! my precious!) ended in a mis-trial on Monday, for reasons the judge declined to share with us. With any luck, Stacey will be able to find out more by way of LexisNexis when the relevant court documents are made public.
The case revolved around four misdemeanor charges levied against a dude who may or may not (innocent until proven guilty!) have smacked his wife around, busted up her stuff, vandalized her car, and threatened their housemate if she told the police about it. The two vandalism charges were not contested by the defense.
The really sad thing is that the couple was obviously married so the wife could get either a green card or citizenship. She didn't speak English (her testimonly was translated, and not well), and he didn't speak Thai, her native language. Obviously a recipe for love.
All in all, it was depressing, and demolished my already-crushed-by-GenCon working schedule to the extent that it will probably take me several weeks to recover.
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I read these out of order and was seriously confused and concerned for about 48 seconds. I'm glad everything's OK if not but for your work schedule.
That's funny. It'll be even worse for people catching up once the original, explanatory posts have fallen off the front page. (Which it looks like will happen after one more post. I guess I'd better write something today.)