My December to Remember 3: Day Eight
News: Hunter Biden indicted in California on tax fraud charges, three felonies and six misdemeanors.
UPenn asking its president to step down after federal testimony.
Trump gag order in federal election interference case upheld.
Let me take you back to a mystical time known as 2011, where the world wasn’t as dumb as now but still obnoxious in its own way. There were massive hurricanes, an Arab Spring, Occupy Wall Street protests, perversion at Penn State, a phony president releasing his phony birth certificate, and a little-known trial known as the Casey Anthony trial. You know, the one where the world’s biggest sociopath was acquitted on charges she murdered her two-year-old daughter Caylee. All the circumstantial evidence pointed to her, in that she waited thirty days to declare her daughter missing while she was out partying, her repeated and brazen lies to investigators, and some questionable Google searches, like “fool-proof suffocation methods.”
The court of public opinion certainly said she was guilty, but the long arm of the law thought different.
It was July 5th, 2011. I was already given a full-time position at my national station, but was asked to freelance one final time at my local station. They just needed an extra hand, and I was still on the payroll for another few weeks. Everyone was gathered round the TVs, waiting for the verdict to come down.
“What do you think it’ll be, Gina?” my co-workers asked me.
Much to their chagrin, I said, “In all honesty, I think she’s gonna walk.”
People called me crazy, but it was just a feeling I had. I wasn’t religiously watching the trial, but from what I had gleaned, I didn’t think the prosecution proved its case. It didn’t help that Anthony had an incredibly slick-talking, competent lawyer who was able to run the jury in emotional circles and distract away from the presented evidence. And when the verdict actually came down, everyone turned to me, telling me I was right.
I shrugged and just said, “Sorry, that’s justice, baby.”
At the end of the day, I still have respect for the law process. I know it’s very easy to say, especially in this day and age, that certain people are taking advantage of it, or perhaps trying shady, underhanded deals in order to curb the repercussions of their actions.
Still, we need a justice system to dole out punishments for crimes committed. I just think our standards for what’s fair need a major upgrade.
It seems very easy to ‘convict’ those you don’t like, simply because you don’t like them. Just like it’s easy to exonerate those you like, despite evidence of wrongdoing. That’s why d-bags on Twitter got a h*rd on for Peter Doocy today saying there was no “concrete evidence” directly showing Joe Biden profited off his son’s business dealings. They think everyone is off the hook just because one guy said something. Well, there’s still a lot of investigations on the way. There’s plenty of evidence of influence peddling, and I believe you will see the irrefutable proof one way or another.
Still, I believe in the presumption of innocence until proven guilty. Things have to work their way through the courts, and the law must be applied equally. Even though it doesn’t seem like it has, and believe me, it hasn’t, I must insist upon hoping that one day it may be. And perhaps that means me not shutting up about it, no matter how small a voice I may have.
Yesterday, I called my State Senator’s office because of a new effort he is leading to try and take President Trump off the ballot in 2024. Because insurrection or something. Orange Man Bad, and New York is stupid. Either way, I asked, very politely I may add, why the State Senator was trying to do this. His aide explained to me that the 14th Amendment disallows insurrectionists from running, and that January 6th was an attack on our democracy, and that’s okay if I didn’t characterize it that way, but that’s the position of the State Senator.
As much as I wanted to interrupt him and tell him January 6th was Fed-induced 45-minute cringe riot, I let him talk about how other states were trying something similar for the 2024 ballots. “Right, and all their efforts failed,” I told him.
I then had to jump in and tell him that Trump has not been convicted on anything related to January 6th, and this action the State Senator is taking is basically doing just that. I said this is going to make New York look like a bigger laughingstock than it already is, and that it’s not up to the State Senator to decide who can be president. It’s up to the voters.
The aide then asked for my address, to which I basically laughed in his face, but did give him my zip code and the moniker of a famous Italian actress before hanging up.
It pains me to know these kinds of viewpoints exist around me. I simply can’t wrap my head around it, just like there are those out there who can’t fathom my point of view. No matter what, I’m still just a teeny tiny voice that gets lost in this deep blue sh*thole district, but at least my State Senator’s office knows that I know he’s full of it.
The law isn’t whatever you want it to be to fit your narrative. If you want justice, you have to reserve it for everyone.
The only thing I really truly know is what my gut is telling me. And a lot of the time, when I make definitive-enough statements, I tend to be right. The corruption stench coming from the First Family and all the Uniparty swamp monsters is putrid enough to choke an entire generation. The justice that’s coming to all those who’ve betrayed their oaths of office will happen. Just not on my timeline. If I’m lucky enough to see it in my lifetime, I’ll consider that a success.
I think as long as you have people like me living here, who still hold our God-given values true to their hearts, America can never fail. It just takes a little time to go through the system. With liberty, and justice, for all.
