What a travesty. The system of justice in this country has completely fallen apart. Unless you are rich, then you can buy your way out. Poor widdle Paris couldn't hack her time in jail and instead of making her serve out her sentence like you or I would have to, they sent her home with an ankle bracelet. When did the rich get to be so special that they are above the law? As we furiously build new prisons to isolate children who have been declared adults, people who have been convicted of minor drug crimes and anybody else that those in authority have deemed to be dangers to society, the rich can whine and moan about how unfair it is that they have to go to jail and get to spend their jail time at home. Surrounded by creature comforts that the average citizen could only dream of. Does anybody doubt that Scooter Libby will be pardoned? If the rich can pay a fine when they commit crimes, how long will it be before they move to eliminate charging them altogether? I guess it boils down to if you can't pay the dime, don't do the crime.
Remember when Dynasty was just a television show? As if the Bush-Cinton-Bush-possible Clinton again presidential scenario wasn't enough to conjure up enough nightmares for the average man, now we have the possibility of such a dynasty in Wyoming politics. Another Cheney in a position they don't deserve and will only use to benefit themselves and their cronies. Lynne Cheney as a senator, give me a break. At least Hillary worked for the position instead of spending her time bashing others and repeating lies that have been told so often that all semblance of reality has left the building.
Maybe daddy can pay a fine and then little Nicole won't have to go to jail either. One suggestion though. Have dad mail it in, the blond hair might convince people that you are one of them, but seeing daddy will blow that little fiction wide open and you might be subject to the penalties that normal people have to endure.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
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