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Daffy Zone…..

And the foot in your ass tomorrow will be connected to THIS GUY:

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This comic reminds me of a time I was called for jury duty. It turned out to be a capital case for a gangbanger that was going to be tried for murder with special circumstances. There was NO WAY I wanted any part of being on that jury. It was a long, complicated day. They (the judge, the defense attorney, or the prosecuting attorney) kept moving us into a little room for a few minutes, then back out into the jury box for voir dire. Every time we were moved into the little room, there was this old dude that kept telling me "Son, we really gotta get off this jury. Do you have any idea what this fella's buddies might do to us on the street? Follow my lead and I'll show ya how to get outta this thing." At every opportunity, this old dude would interrupt whatever was going on to let the judge know he strongly supports law enforcement, or that he once was close friends with a cop, etc. I sat quietly observing the prosecuting and defense attorneys to decide which one I was going to fool around with. It was finally my turn for questioning. It went something like this:

Prosecuting Attorney: Would you render a guilty verdict in a capital offense case where the death sentence is a possibility?

Me: Highly unlikely. The evidence would have to be very compelling.

Prosecuting Attorney: Can you elaborate on "compelling?"

Me: Well sir, I believe about half of what I see and even less of what I hear. That being said, unless someone I know, trust, and respect was an eyewitness and testifies, it will be hard to convince me.

Prosecuting Attorney: Do you know what circumstantial evidence is?

Me: Yes sir, I do.

Prosecuting Attorney: Can you give an example of circumstantial evidence?

Me: Sure. Say a witness sees a guy go into a quicky mart. Then the witness hears gunfire. Then the witness sees that same guy running away with merchandise. I didn't actually see the guy commit robbery nor did I see him shoot the clerk. However, the circumstances would strongly indicate the person I saw enter and then run away was the criminal.

Prosecuting Attorney: Exactly. That was a very good description of circumstantial evidence. This case is much like you described. Most, if not all of the State's evidence, is circumstantial. Do you think you could return a guilty verdict?

Me: Highly unlikely.

Prosecuting Attorney: Why not?

Me: Because I don't trust the system to have truly caught the right person.

Prosecuting Attorney: Hmmmm...... Well, I'm thinking you don't really understand circumstantial evidence then. (Attorney holds his pen up) Do you see this ink pen?

Me: Yes.

Prosecuting Attorney: Do you agree this is an ordinary ink pen void of any magical powers?

Me: Yes.

Prosecuting Attorney: (Drops pen) Now sir, do you agree the pen I showed you, the one I was holding and then dropped, is laying somewhere in close proximity to my feet?

Me: I start to lean forward to look over the rail only to be stopped by the prosecuting attorney.

Prosecuting Attorney: No looking. You saw the pen. You agreed it was an ordinary pen. You saw me drop it. I didn't throw it nor did I put a spin on it. Why is it you have to look before agreeing it is laying at my feet?

Me: Have you ever been in your garage a 2 AM on a Monday morning trying to put a new started onto your car so you can make it to work in a few hours? While trying to fix your car in the middle of the night to get to work so you don't get fired, you drop a nut only to have it completely disappear never again to be found? Unless I look and see that pen at your feet, there is absolutely nothing you can do or say that will convince me the pen is laying there.

Prosecuting Attorney: Your honor, this juror is dismissed.

Me: I leaned over to the old man and said "That my friend is how it is done."

Even the judge was snickering as I stood up to leave. As I was walking out I heard that old man say "Your honor, I don't believe the pen is there either!"
 
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