“Won’t anyone help that poor man?”

Future generations will realize that the beginning of the 21st century, a few decades before the Rapture, was easily America’s fuck-wittedest.

Well, one piece of good news in all the s***storm of news recently. Thanks for the update, TBogg.

Wonder if the jury watched the YouTube that was everywhere, which clearly showed Gladney NOT being assaulted. Anyway, it’s surprising how often juries of ordinary folks actually get it right.

On edit: Two years? It’s actually been 2 years? Apparently part of aging is constantly saying, “gee, time sure flies.”

And just how much did this trial of “union thugs” cost the people of St. Louis? How come city, county or state (Wisconsin) spending of over-the-top money in teabagger jihads is a-ok, but paying for some 85-year-old’s Social Security or medical care is an outrage, an OUTRAGE, I tell you? Of course, it’s an outrage from the vantage point of a Medicare-supplied scooter. Will someone explain to me how that works? That’s rhetorical. I know these people are incapable of 2 + 2 = 4, nevermind higher math, as in 2 x 2.

As a side note: nice to see The Turtle looking like a deer in the headlights today. His wall street overlords finally told him to STFU, it’s just not cute anymore.

And good for Wisconsin Democrats! Way to go. Now if the rest of the Dems would grow some Wisconsin-sized balls we’d send all the crazies back to their holes.

Jesus! Have they no self-respect? I know they are cowards and bullies but pussies too? The idiot brigade is having a conniption-fit at smalljournalism like Gladney survived an assassination attempt. Fucking pathetic. Are repugs supposed to be the macho “Daddy” party still? Cause “Daddy” is a fucking pussy.

And counter-sue that prick! And +1 ceabaird!

In other news: Hamburglar still at large. Tea Party demands investigation.

Something like this just makes them rub their guns faster.

40 minutes of deliberation? 35 of that was ordering donuts and coffee, and perhaps filing a nail or two.

Also, too, pity the poor one who doesn’t read to the end of your posts. Nicely tied up and wrapped in bow.

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Maybe head-stomping teabagger Tim Profitt could help pay Gladney’s medical expenses, too, or at least buy him his next medical appliance, since it seems Kenneth never leaves home without one.

From the comments at Pig Government:
“oi812 58p · 14 hours ago
If you bring a knife we’ll bring a gun”

And if you bring a gun, we’ll bring an M1A1 Abrams.
Internet Tough Guys give me the pip.

Tommy

Yup!

I have been on four juries, once as the jury foreman, and I can tell you it takes at least 20-minutes to get everyone in the jury to finish lavatory breaks, get coffee, etc., and sit down to business. To that you can add even more minutes just selecting the jury foreman. I can only guess that the biggest obstacle to a verdict was to get the jury to stop laughing.

Every time I see this guy, I can’t help but think of Stevie from Malcolm in the Middle. Except Stevie made more sense.

Apparently the jury was leaning toward a guilty verdict until Mike Brady dropped his briefcase and Kenneth the Neckbrace turned his head at the sound.

RIP Sherwood Schwartz.

Hoft and his band of raving loonies have decided that the case was “thrown” because it was the prosecutor’s first jury trial case.

I’m waiting for the inevitable connection between this case and the Casey Anthony case, since most of these gibbering maroons love to hold that up as proof that it’s time to stop relying on the justice system and start acting like they’re Marshal Dillon in Dodge City.

Jury member #1: “So, tell me again who’s on trial here? It’s *not* the douchebag with the neck brace?”

Jury member #2: “Right, he’s the one suing the other guys. Even though he was the one doing the beating up.”

Jury member #1: “Huh. That’s what I thought. Doesn’t make sense, though. I mean, WTF?”

Jury member #2″: “I know. Go figure. So, not guilty, right? You doing anything later?”

Our legal system hard at work.

I couldn’t beat them; I didn’t have the resources they had.

Quick! Somebody get a few jeering demonstrators to fling some dollar bills at this man!

Hoft and his band of raving loonies have decided that the case was “thrown” because it was the prosecutor’s first jury trial case.

Hahahaha! Proof that the DA’s office knew this was a sure loss – they gave it to the lowest man/woman on the totem pole to get his first loss over with. Not wasting the time of anybody with serious cases to handle.

The RW bloggers are such un-worldly idiots. Does any of them live in the real world?

Makes me think of DianeRehmShow this a.m. – talking about taxes on business and job creation…caller after caller identified himself as a small business owner, explaining why they hire or don’t, and emphatically stating that taxes have little to no effect on the decision, AND that the commenter who argues otherwise has obviously never run a business.
The RW representative (didn’t catch his name), when asked to respoond, consistently ignored that part of the comment and repeated his talking points about the “risk of starting a business.” He didn’t dare address the real-world experience; so so typical.

Hah. Please. Teatardia is perhaps the biggest bunch of pussies next to the Chubby-Chaser wing of the Bunny Ranch.

So, does Missouri have a “Loser Pays” rule?

btw Tbogg, you are easily one of the funniest writers on the net but I’m giving up on you until you go independent again. I can’t stand to give Jane Hamsher any more hits.

Well, since Elston was the one who was on the ground being kicked by Gladwell and Elston was the one who actually was injured, I think Gladwell should just count his lucky starts that he had friends on the police force and wasn’t the one charged with assault and battery but instead just failed at getting Elston convicted.

Elston is turning the other cheek by not filing suit against Gladwell.

Hush, Harriet! That’s a sure way to get him killed!

i can state unequivocably that donuts were not an issue for the jury. I am familiar with the courthouse, donuts are sold in a snack shop in the basement, and they do not deliver, probably due to the fact that the snack shop is staffed by a woman who is confined to a wheelchair.

in all likelihood, the jurors may have found their way to the snackshop, purchased donuts, and interacted with the disabled cashier. someone ate all the donuts, because there were none left when i went to the donut case. (i can prove to the court that a quart of strawberries is missing. also.)

the jurors no doubt recognized gladney’s use of a wheelchair as a cynical attempt to cash in on our natural sympathies.

so i think the matter was probably settled in their minds long before the final arguments. the time in the jury room was wasted in a futile attempt to google nearby donut shops on their iphones. there are none.

what’s the frequency, kenneth? also.

“I couldn’t beat them; I didn’t have the resources they had. “

Like…. the truth?

Well, reality has a noted liberal bias.

Juries are funny. Even if the person on trial has confessed on the stand to skullfucking puppies, the jury is smart enough to kill a little time before they come back in and demand the bailiff shoot him on the spot. They’re supposed to be deliberating, after all. And it does them no harm to look like they at least looked at the paperwork, but man are you going to hear a lot of shit if people think you decided wrongly and too fast.

And in my experience, there’s frequently going to be one jackass who thinks the puppies had it coming and is determined to hang the jury so he can re-enact his favorite movies in his head and have a more dramatic story to tell his buddies.

Even the time we were unanimous in finding for the defendant and then asking the judge if he could call everybody involved–both parties, their lawyers, all the witnesses–idiots and advise them to seek professional help, we wasted at least twenty minutes debating whether “fucking idiots” would be appropriate. Because, you know, we wanted to look like some thought went into it. (For the record, the judge sympathized but declined.)

Thank you for your time and attention.

Also, thank you for leaving.

We have a big job, clearing the clap-louders from the educated wing of the movement, and your departure, while of minimal effect, is nonetheless appreciated.