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The Juror (1996)
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Vincent "The Teacher" / Mark Cordell: All you need to say is two words... two specific words
https://www.yahoo.com/news/biden-mocks-idea-hes-pulling-224454318.html
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Biden mocks idea he's 'pulling the strings' in Trump prosecution: 'I didn't know I was that powerful'
Joseph Wulfsohn
Fri, May 31, 2024 at 3:44 PM PDT
President Biden mocked the notion that he was the one "pulling the strings" in prosecuting former President Trump to help himself politically.
Fox News' Peter Doocy asked Biden outside the White House whether he thought the conviction would help Trump in the presidential election, to which the president responded, "I have no idea."
"Are you worried this could happen to you someday?" Doocy then asked. "Somebody comes up with some charges and tries to bring you into court after your term?"
"Not at all," Biden responded. "I didn't do anything wrong. The system still works."
https://www.yahoo.com/news/no-words-legal-experts-pan-143605664.html
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"No words for this": Legal experts pan Aileen Cannon's "outrageous" pro-Trump bias
Nicholas Liu
Thu, May 30, 2024 at 7:36 AM PDT
Over the course of seven public hearings related to Donald Trump's classified documents case, a picture has emerged of Judge Aileen Cannon sometimes appearing prepared for legal questions but at other times having difficulty comprehending even the simplest concepts.
In the view of prosecutors and several legal experts, her tendency to repeatedly ask the same question or miss the point of an argument is proof that the Trump-appointed judge is ill-suited to handle a trial that has already been delayed, repeatedly, by her willingness to grant hearings over the Trump team's most far-fetched requests. The case's slow progress, they argue, plays into Trump's strategy of pushing it past Election Day, and then, if elected, stopping it from ever happening.
In one exchange, prosecutor Jay Bratt invoked a common legal concept known as the Pinkerton rule, which holds that all parties to a conspiracy are liable for their co-conspirators' crimes.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 24
“You’re in deep shit, Sylvester!” Devins exclaimed suddenly.
Lloyd jumped. “What? What the hell do you mean, I’m in deep shit? By the way, I thought you handled ole fatty there real good. He looked mad enough to chew nails and spit out—”
“Listen to me, Sylvester, and listen very carefully.”
“My name’s not—”
“You don’t have the slightest idea how big a jam you’re in, Sylvester.” Devins’s gaze never faltered. His voice was soft and intense. His hair was blond and crewcut, hardly more than a fuzz. His scalp shone through pinkly. There was a plain gold wedding band on the third finger of his left hand and a fancy fraternity ring on the third finger of his right. He knocked them together and they made a funny little click that set Lloyd’s teeth on edge. “You’re going to trial in just nine days, Sylvester, because of a decision the Supreme Court handed down four years ago.”
“What was that?” Lloyd was more uneasy than ever.
“It was the case of Markham vs. South Carolina,” Devins said, “and it had to do with the conditions under which individual states may best administer swift justice in cases where the death penalty is requested.”
“Death penalty!” Lloyd cried, horror-struck. “You mean the lectric chair? Hey, man, I never killed anybody! Swear to God!”
“In the eyes of the law, that doesn’t matter,” Devins said. “If you were there, you did it.”
“What do you mean, it don’t matter?” Lloyd nearly screamed. “It does so matter! It better fuckin matter! I didn’t waste those people, Poke did! He was crazy! He was—”
“Will you shut up, Sylvester?” Devins inquired in that soft, intense voice, and Lloyd shut. In his sudden fear he had forgotten the cheers for him in Maximum, and even the unsettling possibility that he might lose a tooth. He suddenly had a vision of Tweety Bird running a number on Sylvester the Cat. Only in his mind, Tweety wasn’t bopping that dumb ole puddy-tat over the head with a mallet or sticking a mousetrap in front of his questing paw; what Lloyd saw was Sylvester strapped into Old Sparky while the parakeet perched on a stool by a big switch. He could even see the guard’s cap on Tweety’s little yellow head.
This was not a particularly amusing picture.
From 6/29/1984 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, my official US Navy enlisted records includes: Part III - Record of Clearance ) To 1/2/2013 ( ) is 10414 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries premiere episode "The Plague" ) is 10414 days
https://www.upi.com/blog/2013/01/02/Donald-Trump-slams-GOP-over-cliff-deal/6511357143484/
UPI
JAN. 2, 2013 / 12:13 PM
Donald Trump, who somehow transformed himself into a notable political voice during the 2012 presidential campaign, has lashed out again.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 24
Smiling a little, the guard with the cold opened the door and the other led Lloyd inside, where his court-appointed lawyer was sitting at a metal table, looking at papers from his briefcase.
“Here’s your man, counselor.”
The lawyer looked up. He was hardly old enough to be shaving yet, Lloyd judged, but what the hell? Beggars couldn’t be choosers. They had him cold-cocked anyway, and Lloyd figured to get twenty years or so: When they had you nailed, you just had to close your eyes and grit your teeth.
“Thank you very—”
“That guy,” Lloyd said, pointing to the door-guard. “He called me a scumbag. And when I said something back to him, he said he was gonna have some guy knock out one of my teeth! How’s that for police brutality?”
The lawyer passed a hand over his face. “Any truth to that?” he asked the door-guard.
The door-guard rolled his eyes in a burlesque My God, can you believe it? gesture. “These guys, counselor,” he said, “they should write for TV. I said hi, he said hi, that was it.”
“That’s a fuckin lie!” Lloyd said dramatically.
“I keep my opinions to myself,” the guard said, and gave Lloyd a stony stare.
“I’m sure you do,” the lawyer said, “but I believe I’ll count Mr. Henreid’s teeth before I leave.”
A slight, angry discomfiture passed over the guard’s face, and he exchanged a glance with the two that had brought Lloyd in. Lloyd smiled. Maybe the kid was okay at that. The last two CAs he’d had were old hacks; one of them had come into court lugging a colostomy bag, could you believe that, a fucking colostomy bag? The old hacks didn’t give a shit for you. Plead and leave, that was their motto, let’s get rid of him so we can get back to swapping dirty stories with the judge. But maybe this guy could get him a straight ten, armed robbery. Maybe even time served. After all, the only one he’d actually pokerized was the wife of the guy in the white Connie, and maybe he could just roll that off on ole Poke. Poke wouldn’t mind.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 24
Perhaps Devins saw some of this in his face, because he looked moderately pleased for the first time. He folded his hands on the pile of papers he had taken from his briefcase. “There is no such thing as an accessory when it comes to first-degree murder committed during a felony crime,” he said. “The state has three witnesses who will testify that you and Andrew Freeman were together. That pretty well fries your skinny butt. Do you understand?”
“I—”
“Good. Now to get back to Markham vs. South Carolina. I am going to tell you, in words of one syllable, how the ruling in that case bears on your situation. But first, I ought to remind you of a fact you doubtless learned during one of your trips through the ninth grade: the Constitution of the United States specifically forbids cruel and unusual punishment.”
“Like the fucking lectric chair, damn right,” Lloyd said righteously.
Devins was shaking his head. “That’s where the law was unclear,” he said, “and up until four years ago, the courts had gone round and round and up and down, trying to make sense of it. Does ‘cruel and unusual punishment’ mean things like the electric chair and the gas chamber? Or does it mean the wait between sentencing and execution? The appeals, the delays, the stays, the months and years that certain prisoners—Edgar Smith, Caryl Chessman, and Ted Bundy are probably the most famous—were forced to spend on various Death Rows? The Supreme Court allowed executions to recommence in the late seventies, but Death Rows were still clogged, and that nagging question of cruel and unusual punishment remained. Okay—in Markham vs. South Carolina, you had a man sentenced to the electric chair for the rape-murder of three college co-eds. Premeditation was proved by a diary this fellow, Jon Markham, had kept. The jury sentenced him to death.”
“Bad shit,” Lloyd whispered.
Devins nodded, and gave Lloyd a slightly sour smile. “The case went all the way to the Supreme Court, which reconfirmed that capital punishment was not cruel and unusual under certain circumstances. The court suggested that sooner was better… from a legal standpoint. Are you beginning to get it, Sylvester? Are you beginning to see?”
Lloyd didn’t.
“Do you know why you’re being tried in Arizona rather than New Mexico or Nevada?”
Lloyd shook his head.
“Because Arizona is one of four states that has a Capital Crimes Circuit Court which sits only in cases where the death penalty has been asked for and obtained.”
“I don’t follow you.”
“You’re going to trial in four days,” Devins said. “The state has such a strong case that they can afford to empanel the first twelve men and women that get called to the box. I’ll drag it out as long as I can, but we’ll have a jury on the first day. The state will present its case on the second day. I’ll try to take up three days, and I’ll filibuster on my opening and closing statements until the judge cuts me off, but three days is really tops. We’ll be lucky to get that. The jury will retire and find you guilty in about three minutes unless a goddamned miracle happens. Nine days from today you’ll be sentenced to death, and a week later, you’ll be dead as dogmeat. The people of Arizona will love it, and so will the Supreme Court. Because quicker makes everybody happier. I can stretch the week—maybe—but only a little.”
“Jesus Christ, but that’s not fair!” Lloyd cried.
“It’s a tough old world, Lloyd,” Devins said. “Especially for ‘mad dog killers,’ which is what the newspapers and TV commentators are calling you. You’re a real big man in the world of crime. You’ve got real drag. You even put the flu epidemic back East on page two.”
“I never pokerized nobody,” Lloyd said sulkily. “Poke, he did it all. He even made up that word.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Devins said. “That’s what I’m trying to pound through your thick skull, Sylvester.
From 6/21/1955 ( Dwight Eisenhower, 34th President of USA: Executive Order 10616 - Suspension of Certain Provisions of the Officer Personnel Act of 1947, as Amended, Which Relates to Officers of the Marine Corps of the Grade of Brigadier General ) To 6/16/2005 ( as Kerry Burgess my official records United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital includes: Date of Admission, psychiatric unit ) is 18258 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/29/2015 ( ) is 18258 days
From 5/8/1994 ( premiere US TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries premiere episode "The Plague" ) To 10/29/2015 ( ) is 7844 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/25/1987 ( James Chandler assumes command of USS Wainwright CG-28, US Navy, from his predecessor - 75 days before my arrival there from my graduation US Navy Naval Missiles School ) is 7844 days
From 1/10/1994 ( premiere US TV series episode "Star Trek: The Next Generation"::"The Pegasus" ) To 10/29/2015 ( ) is 7962 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/21/1987 ( premiere US film "Born in East L.A." ) is 7962 days
From 6/27/1994 ( the US NASA Stargazer Pegasus rocket failure ) To 10/29/2015 ( ) is 7794 days
7794 = 3897 + 3897
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/4/1976 ( at extreme personal risk to himself my biological brother Thomas Reagan the civilian and privately financed astronaut in his privately financed atom-pulse propulsion spaceship successfully intercepts the Comet Lucifer in the outer solar system and diverts it away from the planet Earth ) is 3897 days
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/statement-the-press-secretary-hr-3819
The American Presidency Project
BARACK OBAMA
44th President of the United States: 2009 ‐ 2017
Statement by the Press Secretary on H.R. 3819
October 29, 2015
On Thursday, October 29, 2015, the President signed into law:
H.R. 3819, the "Surface Transportation Extension Act of 2015," which (1) extends through November 20, 2015, authority and funding for the Department of Transportation's surface transportation programs; and (2) extends the deadline for compliance with positive train control system implementation by three years, to December 31, 2018.
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Born in East L.A. (1987)
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Immigration officer: Read my lips, El Paco. Where were you born?
Rudy: I was born in East L.A., man.
The Stand - complete edition
Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 22
When Creighton came in on June 24, he found Starkey looking at the monitors, his hands behind his back. He could see the old man’s West Point ring glittering on his right hand, and he felt a wave of pity for him. Starkey had been cruising on pills for ten days, and he was close to the inevitable crash. But, Creighton thought, if his suspicion about the phone call was correct, the real crash had already occurred.
“Len,” Starkey said, as if surprised. “Good of you to come in.”
“De nada,” Creighton said with a slight smile.
“You know who that was on the phone.”
“It was really him, then?”
“The President, yes. I’ve been relieved. The dirty alderman relieved me, Len. Of course I knew it was coming. But it still hurts. Hurts like hell. It hurts coming from that grinning, gladhanding sack of shit.”
Len Creighton nodded.
“Well,” Starkey said, passing a hand over his face. “It’s done. Can’t be undone. You’re in charge now. He wants you in Washington as soon as you can get there. He’ll have you on the carpet and he’ll chew your ass to a bloody rag, but you just stand there and yessir him and take it. We’ve salvaged what we can. It’s enough. I’m convinced it’s enough.”
“If so, this country ought to get down on its knees to you.”
“The throttle burned my hand, but I… I held it as long as I could, Len. I held it.” He spoke with quiet vehemence, but his eyes wandered back to the monitor
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