“In 2014, he had a mental breakdown and was in the VA hospital for 10 days. And after he came out, he wasn’t the same again. He just kept deteriorating until now. I tried to get some help for him, but they kept saying that he has to commit a crime or, you know, like, break up the house or anything, try to hurt himself,” said Dennis. “But if he wasn’t doing that, he has to come in voluntarily to get medical attention, but he said he doesn’t need it and doesn’t want it.”
Her son lived with her in Hampton, Georgia, a suburb 30 miles south of Atlanta, on a quiet street called Dogwood Lakes Drive, until the day last week he got a gun and murdered four neighbors:
After a nearly 24-hour manhunt, the man accused of shooting and killing four people Saturday in a Henry County subdivision was shot and killed by law enforcement officers after a shootout on Sunday.
“The monster is dead,” Henry County Sheriff Reginald B. Scandrett said during a press conference on Sunday.
“The citizens of Hampton, the county of Henry, the metro Atlanta area, and the entire state of Georgia can breathe a little easier tonight. The suspect is off our streets.”
The suspect, identified as 40-year-old Andre Longmore, is accused of opening fire in the Dogwood Lakes area at about 10:45 a.m. on Saturday.
On Sunday, a Henry County Deputy made contact with the vehicle the suspect was driving and requested backup at around 1:30 p.m. When Clayton County officers responded, they learned the suspect ran to a nearby wood line.
Officers were then led to an apartment building on Wagon Wheel Court in Jonesboro. When officers got there, the suspect tried to run again and gunfire was exchanged, Scandrett said.
“Gunfire was subsequently exchanged, leaving Longmore fatally wounded,” the Clayton County Police Department said in a statement.
They said two Clayton County Police officers and one Henry County Sheriff’s deputy suffered non-life-threatening injuries in the shooting. . . .
The victims were identified as Scott Leavitt, 67, Shirley Leavitt, 66, Steve Blizzard, 65, and Ronald Jeffers, 66.
The gunman’s motive is unknown, but of course, schizophrenia is sufficient in that regard. No one has suggested race as a motive, but do you think the national media would just ignore that angle if the gunman had been white and his victims were all black? I don’t think so.
Look, I’m not saying that every day in Lowndes County, Georgia, is filled with thrilling automotive stunts, but last week, one Florida driver passing through really gave ’em a show on Highway 84:
It looks like a scene straight out of the “Dukes of Hazzard.” A wild video captured the moment a driver hit a tow truck’s flatbed and went flying through the air in south Georgia.
Channel 2 Action News obtained the body camera video from the Lowndes County Sheriff’s Office from the May 24 crash.
In the video, you can see deputies on the side of a traffic incident on Ga. 38/U.S. 84 when a car comes down one of the lanes and doesn’t slow down.
The car goes up the back of the tow truck and flips through the air.
One of the deputies immediately springs into action and rushes to help the driver. Georgia State Patrol confirmed the driver survived the crash but was hospitalized with serious injuries.
According to the GSP report, the driver’s car “vaulted” approximately 120 feet over the tow truck and hit another car in the back. The car then traveled another 23 feet after impact with the other car.
A Lowndes County deputy was hit by flying debris from the crash and taken to the hospital. No other injuries were reported.
Georgia State Patrol Lt. Crystal Zion told ABC News that the crash stresses the importance of Georgia’s Move Over Law.
“It takes out the distractions of driving fast or phones or other people in the car. Basically, you know, when you see those lights to slow down, move over,” Zion said.
It’s unclear what, if any, charges will be filed against the driver, who remains hospitalized with serious injuries. The deputy injured by the debris was released from hospital and in good condition.
“Hospitalized with serious injuries”? Yeah, being covered in your own fecal matter is pretty serious, because . . . wow!
Distracted Georgia woman does her best 'Dukes of Hazard' impression…
Judge Parker (right) singing gospel for MLK Day in Calhoun.
One of the best jobs I ever had was as sports editor of the Calhoun Times in Gordon County, Georgia. I arrived there in 1987, a few days before the start of football season, and a few weeks later met the beautiful woman who became my wife. For the next four years, I covered local sports there before moving on to the Rome (Ga.) News-Tribune (the daily paper whose parent company owned the Calhoun Times). Our first three kids were born at Gordon Hospital (now AdventHealth Gordon), and so that community still has a special place in my heart.
For some reason, I woke up in the wee hours this morning and the thought went through my mind that some of the kids I covered as a sports writer back in the 1980s must be grandparents by now. Probably what sparked that thought was what I wrote yesterday about Hunter Biden and his Arkansas stripper baby mama, whose 4-year-old is Joe Biden’s illegitimate grandchild. While I was working on that post, I’d texted my kids to tell them how proud I was of them. I mean, maybe I haven’t always been an ideal father, but at least none of my kids are crack-smoking, stripper-chasing trash like Hunter Biden.
So I got that going for me, as Carl Spackler would say.
When my wife and I got married in April 1989, we did so on a Friday afternoon at the Gordon County Courthouse, with Judge Johnny Parker doing the honors. Judge Parker was also a minister of the gospel, and the ceremony was conducted with the traditional Book of Common Prayer vows. One of the most memorable moments of my life was when we got to the part about “forsaking all others,” a phrase that struck me then as a particularly serious vow, all things considered. Here I was, vowing before God to turn away from my youthful gallivanting forever — “Til death do you part” — and wow, what a profound thought that was.
In 2008, Judge Johnny Parker stepped down from office after years as Gordon County’s probate judge, and guess who the voters chose to replace him? His son, Richie, whom I covered during my sports editor days back in the 1980s, when Richie was the point guard for Fairmount High School. What a scrappy player he was, too. One night, Fairmount was in the regional playoffs against Bremen, and Richie just absolutely lit it up — shooting, passing, defense, everything you could ask from a point guard. And it was only after the game that I learned he’d been suffering with the flu, a fever of 102, nearly passed out in the locker room at halftime, but he wasn’t going to let the team down.
So when that thought crossed my mind in the wee hours — some of the players I covered back then must be grandparents by now — the first name that came to mind was Richie Parker, and I began Googling to see what he had been doing lately. Don’t know if he’s a grandpa yet, but he and his wife have eight children — attaboy, Richie! — and that’s Richie you see in the picture at the top, playing guitar and singing, with Virgil Harrison on bass guitar, at the 2015 Calhoun-Gordon County MLK Community Celebration. Richie’s added a few pounds since his scrappy point guard days, it seems, but I’m sure he’s one of the most popular and respected members of his community, just like his dad.
The article, by Arkansas native Monica Potts, was behind a paywall, so I couldn’t read it on my phone, and instead I began researching the author (because what else is a journalist going to do when he’s lying awake in bed at 1 a.m.?). Turns out the article is excerpted from her new book, The Forgotten Girls: A Memoir of Friendship and Lost Promise in Rural America. And I was able to find a review in the Guardian which summarized the book’s left-wing thesis:
Potts grew up in Clinton, Arkansas, a rural, majority-white town in the Ozark mountains, where poverty and lack of educational opportunities combined with the pervasive culture of evangelical Christianity to steer girls into early marriage and motherhood. Addiction and domestic abuse were widespread, though rarely acknowledged or addressed. A 2015 study by Princeton economists Anne Case and Angus Deaton attributed the drop in life expectancy among poor middle-aged white people to increases in drug overdoses, suicides and complications from alcoholism: “a trio of ailments they called ‘deaths of despair’”. “Words like malaise and despair hint at stories that can’t be told with data and statistics,” Potts writes. So she returned to Clinton, “with its ageing, shrinking population, governed by a small group of people who worshipped at the same churches as their parents and who had knit around themselves an ever thicker and tighter web of personal and political self-deceits”, in search of the women behind the statistics.
Of course, it’s that “pervasive culture of evangelical Christianity” which is the real villain in “majority-white” rural America — a purely political sermon from a feminist alumna of Bryn Mawr whose only reason for writing about her hometown was because she hates Jesus.
Excuse my wrathful tone, but there’s nothing easier in the world for a Southern writer — and nothing I hate more — than to trash their home folks this way for the pleasure and amusement of college-educated liberal readers. The downward socioeconomic trajectory of rural America over the past few decades is very real, of course, but trying to blame it on Jesus? No, thank you, ma’am. In fact, a much deeper problem is that too many small-town folks have turned their back on the Bible and have instead absorbed the message they get from media — TV and movies, etc. — which make sin seem exciting and glamorous and sophisticated.
As someone who has direct experience with sin in the real world (even if I now jokingly deride it as youthful “gallivanting,” I don’t hesitate to denounce it for what it really was, namely sin), I know very well what life is like on the Highway to Hell, and am grateful to God for pointing me to the exit ramp before I reached the final destination. Trust me when I say that not all of my good-time buddies back in the day were so fortunate. Kim McMichen died on death row, for example, and at least four guys in my senior class of high school later died from AIDS.
No matter how much the world changes — all the modern “progress” of interstate highways, air conditioning, cable TV, Wal-Mart, fentanyl — the fundamental nature of human existence remains what it was nearly 300 years ago, when Jonathan Edwards warned his congregation that they were “sinners in the hands of an angry God.”
Keep in mind that the Reverend Edwards preached that sermon to a flock of devout Christians, descendants of the Puritan settlers of New England who strove to live in the most respectable God-fearing way, yet even they were nothing but wretched sinners, entirely dependent on divine mercy.
If the most straitlaced New England Puritans were in need of this stern Calvinist warning, how much more do we need that sermon today?
The Devil is keeping mighty busy in 21st-century America, and sinners are going down to destruction on a daily basis by the dozens and hundreds. Even in seemingly wholesome small towns, the Devil’s always close at hand, eager to tempt folks with the “excitement” of sinful pleasure. Alas, the quality of preaching has been degraded, and there’s a lot of cheap grace and feel-good phony piety coming from too many pulpits. In the excerpt from her book in The Atlantic, Monica Potts focuses on her childhood friend Darci, who grew up to be a druggie loser. One night at age 13, Monica and Darci sneak out to meet up with some older teenagers at a party, where Darci hooks up with a boy and is later scolded by Monica:
At that first party, I saw a glimmer of this other life Darci had begun to live. When we got back to her den late that night, I told her that her new friends were sleazy. “That’s not very nice, and not very Christian” was her response. “I thought we were trying to see the good in people.”
Who taught her to think that way? “The Gospel of Niceness,” as I’ve sometimes called it, bears only a superficial resemblance to actual Christianity. Jonathan Edwards sure didn’t preach that stuff.
“Strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it” (Matthew 7:14 KJV) is not a message about being nice, because I’m sure most of the Pharisees in Jerusalem were considered perfectly nice, by the standards of the time and place.
And what about Hunter Biden and his baby mama, Lunden Roberts?
She was a standout athlete at Southside High School in Batesville, Arkansas (population 11,191), which is about 60 miles east of the much smaller town of Clinton (population 2,509) where Monica Potts grew up. In basketball, the 5-foot-8 Lunden Roberts “held the Arkansas state record for single-season free throw percentage, sinking 96.4 percent of her free throws during the 2007-2008 season.” She graduated high school in 2009 and first attended Western Illinois University before transferring in 2010 to Arkansas State in Jonesboro, about 70 miles east of Batesville. After getting her degree from Arkansas State, she then pursued a master’s degree in criminal investigation at George Washington University in Washington, D.C., reportedly hoping to land a job with the FBI. Instead, she ended up working as a stripper at the Mpire Gentlemen’s Club, which is on M Street, about halfway between downtown (K Street) and Dupont Circle. Could anyone back in her Arkansas hometown have ever imagined that this former all-conference basketball star would end up shaking her naked rump for tips in a D.C. strip club? And that, while doing it, she would attract the attention of the crackhead son of Obama’s Vice President? But even a small town high-school sports hero is not safe in these evil days when Satan “as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour” (I Peter 5:8 KJV).
Jonathan Turley has sought to portray Lunden Roberts in a more sympathetic light, but I’m sure the decent God-fearing folks in Batesville are scandalized by her sad fate. Getting knocked up by the Most Notorious Crackhead in America? Hester Prynne had Nathaniel Hawthorne to tell her tale, but Lunden Roberts gets her pathetic saga told and re-told by every trashy tabloid writer, not to mention us bloggers. Dear brothers, can’t you see that we are still very much “sinners in the hands of an angry God”? If the son of the President of the United States could turn into a sleazy crackhead, and a small town Arkansas basketball star could grow up to be a D.C. stripper, how can any of us be impudent enough to think our own children are safe from Satan’s snares?
Having barely escaped from the Highway to Hell — perhaps it was the next-to-last exit, but certainly it wasn’t far off from the infernal destination — I’ve always worried that my kids wouldn’t appreciate how important it is to avoid the various wicked ways of sin. Modern ideas of “progress” tend toward a tolerance of sin that would have horrified our ancestors. There are a great many self-identified “Christians” nowadays who think we shouldn’t call any behavior sinful (except “hate,” which in its 21st-century definition means disagreeing with liberals). Everybody nowadays reacts to any condemnation of sin the way Darci reacted when Monica Dobbs criticized her sleazy friends: “That’s not very nice, and not very Christian. . . . I thought we were trying to see the good in people.”
Well, ma’am, where did that approach get you? No matter how “nice” you think you are, you start hanging around a bunch of trash and you won’t be very nice at all before too long, and not a few such folks — just “trying to see good in people” — find their way to prison or an early grave.
This sermon could be extended further, but I’m already past the 2,000-word mark, and so I’ll tell you that today I decided to make a call to the Gordon County Courthouse: “Can I speak to Judge Parker?”
When I got him on the phone, I didn’t introduce myself right away, but told him I used to cover him when he played for Fairmount, and as soon as I told him my name, Richie was delighted. We talked for at least 45 minutes, and one of the things he told me was that he’d recently attended the funeral of Chris Randall, who played football at Red Bud High. As part of the tribute to Chris, his family had dug out the old newspaper clippings from Randall’s football days, including his picture — along with Richie Parker of Fairmount and two other players representing Calhoun High and Gordon Central High (the four high schools in the county at the time) — on the cover of the annual “Pigskin Preview.” There were several other clippings about Chris, and all of them had my byline. Richie said that while he was looking at those clips, he got to wondering whatever happened to me, so I caught him up to date, and then we just talked about everything for a while. During my years writing for the Calhoun Times, the local football teams all had losing records, but in the past 15 years, Calhoun has become a powerhouse, winning three state championships, dominating their region and advancing deep into the playoffs nearly every year they didn’t win the state title outright.
Richie’s kids are all doing fine, generally reflecting his family’s talents in athletics and music (Richie and his sister Leah are both musically gifted) and yes, as I guessed in that wee-hour thought that led me to start Googling, Richie is already a grandfather. His folks are still doing fine. When I promised Richie to get down to see him sometime, I told him how much I’d love to get a chance to see his dad again, and Richie said, “Oh, my mama, too. She always thought the best of you.”
There are still God’s people down in God’s country. Small-town living is the best way to live, no matter what any liberal writer may try to tell you. Never forget where you came from, and try to live in such a way that the folks down home can be proud of you. Amen.
Just coincidentally, my wife and I are leaving out today to attend our youngest son’s college graduation this weekend — a 1,122-mile road trip — so this might be a good time to remind readers of the Five Most Important Words in the English Language:
Earlier this month, two burglars broke into a pawn shop in Macon, Georgia, and stole more than 60 firearms. It did not take long for police to solve the crime. A week later, they executed a search warrant in Cordele — more than 50 miles south of Macon — and recovered about half the stolen guns at the home of 32-year-old Rontavious Jackson. He has been charged with 31 counts of receiving stolen property, 32 counts of possession of a weapon by a convicted felon, and 1 count of theft by receiving stolen property. Every time a mass shooting makes national headlines, Joe Biden issues a statement blaming the NRA and Republicans for opposing “commonsense gun safety reforms,” as if these “reforms” would have prevented the incident in question. But murder is already illegal; why would criminals — who, by definition, do not obey laws — be deterred by new gun laws, seeing as how they’re obviously willing to ignore laws against murder? Of course, anyone expecting logic from Democrats is doomed to be disappointed, but why do the media swallow these bogus arguments for new gun-control laws without question, when the basic flaw of such arguments is so obvious?
However many laws you may impose to restrict the sale of firearms, these so-called “reforms” won’t stop criminals from stealing guns. Just think, for example, about Derrick Gathers, who recently shot a state trooper in South Carolina. The trooper made a traffic stop on Gathers, who was driving 20 mph over the speed limit, with no license and no insurance. Did I mention that Gathers is a convicted rapist, who had warrants out for his arrest in Georgia? It may come as a surprise to liberals to discover that criminals who don’t obey traffic laws also don’t obey gun laws. As a convicted felon, Gathers was prohibited from possessing firearms, so how did he get the gun he used to shoot the trooper? We don’t know the details, but I’d be willing to bet the gun was stolen.
Now we return to the case of Rontavious Jackson, who has been charged with 32 counts of possession of firearms by a convicted felon, each offense of which under Georgia law carries a possible sentence of up to 10 years in prison. If courts in Georgia are serious about preventing gun violence, they could sentence Jackson to more than 300 years in prison.
Oh, and in case you forgot, there were two burglars involved in this caper, and the criminals got away with more than 60 guns, which means that Rontavious Jackson’s accomplice might be caught with 30 or so guns and, if he is also a convicted felon, the court could also sentence the accomplice to 300 years in prison. If judges were to start handing out maximum sentences for every case of a felon being caught in possession of a firearm, it would go a lot farther toward reducing gun violence than any of the “reforms” Joe Biden keeps babbling about.
Jamie Marsicano, who was booked under the name “James Marsicana,” is a 29-year-old law student at the University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill, according to the school’s website.
Marsicano — who identifies as a “white trans femme organizer” in online profiles — was arrested in June 2020 and charged with assault on a government official and resisting a public officer during the George Floyd protests in Charlotte. Those charges were later dropped.
Between June 2020 and September 2020, Marsicano was arrested five times, according to the Mecklenburg County Sheriff’s Office.
Y’know, I’m old enough to remember when drag queens in Atlanta were mainly about lip-syncing show tunes in gay bars, not fire-bombing police.
Ehret Nottingham, 22, is a serial activist who has also taken a central role in pro-abortion and fair wage rallies.
In a interview in June 2020, while studying political science at Colorado State University, Nottingham said he ‘became an activist’ in 2018.
He described himself as a climate activist who was also involved in Black Lives Matter protests. He said he has a ‘whole lot of privilege and a whole lot of ability to affect the world’. ‘The role in my future that I hope to achieve is to be an advocate and the platform I have to make change,’ said Nottingham. He said he met ‘most of my activist friends’ through Instagram.
The ambition to “be an advocate” — where does it come from? Perhaps from the recognition that it’s better than working an actual job, doing something useful and productive to pay the bills.
Mattia Luini, 30, and his fellow protesters are accused of carrying out Sunday’s “coordinated attack” on the under-construction Atlanta Public Safety Training Center, which saw cops pelted with Molotov cocktails and fireworks.
Luini, whose late father, Ivan Luini, helped popularize high-end plastic furniture in the US, was still stuck behind bars as of Tuesday afternoon, online court records showed.
His mother, Micaela Martegani, who is involved in the Big Apple’s art world, told The Post Tuesday that she’d only spoken to her son briefly since his arrest — and that he’d insisted the violent incident was “completely random.”
“We haven’t been able to talk in much detail. He doesn’t know much of what happened,” Martegani said.
Luini had said he was heading to Atlanta over the weekend only to attend a concert and “protest the development of the forest,” according to his mom.
Police, however, say he was among those who allegedly staged an attack to protest the $90 million development of the training center — dubbed “Cop City.”
It wasn’t immediately clear what Luini, who appears to have been raised in New York City, does for a living or if he still calls the Big Apple home.
His businessman father, Ivan, was president of the New York-based Kartell US — a high-end Italian furniture company that specialized in plastic design.
The elder Luini was killed in a small plane crash near the Colorado-Wyoming border back in 2006, the New York Times reported at the time.
Meanwhile, Luini’s mom is the founder and director of More Art — a nonprofit organization that helps create public art projects across the city.
Martegani told The Post on Tuesday she wasn’t sure if she would head to Atlanta to meet with her currently imprisoned son.
“He’s doing okay. I spoke to him recently but I’m not sure yet if I’m going to go down to Atlanta,” she said.
Cops have accused Luini and his fellow protesters of using the “cover of a peaceful protest” at the proposed training center to unleash havoc.
“They changed into black clothing, entered the construction area, and began to throw large rocks, bricks, Molotov cocktails, and fireworks at police officers,” cops said. “The agitators destroyed multiple pieces of construction equipment by fire and vandalism.”
Degenerate offspring of wealthy capitalists — it’s an all-too-familiar tale in a nation where liberalism has become the religion of the elite.
All these Antifa vermin — the “white trans femme organizer” from North Carolina, the “privileged” climate activist from Colorado, the heir to a furniture fortune from New York — did not just show up in Atlanta coincidentally. Authorities in Georgia are investigating these “mostly peaceful protests” and the individuals involved in organizing them. If you suspect that there is a nationwide criminal conspiracy behind the “Stop Cop City” protests, you are certainly not alone in that suspicion.
Antifa terrorists set fire to construction equipment at the site of a planned Atlanta police training facility Sunday, hurling rocks and fireworks at officers who responded to the riot scene. And this vandal horde of commies is almost entirely composed of outsiders:
Atlanta police identified 23 suspects charged with domestic terrorism after allegedly launching an attack against the construction site for a police and fire training facility dubbed “Cop City.”
The Atlanta Police Department revealed that all but two of the arrestees are from out of state. Another two are from out of the country.
Dimitri LeNy is from France and Fredrique Robert-Paul is from Canada.
Three suspects – Ayla King, Alexis Paplai and Timothy Bilodeau – are from Massachusetts.
There are two from Arizona: Samuel Ward and Max Biederman. From New York, there are Mattia Luini and Priscilla Grim.
Another pair – Kayley Meissner and Grace Martin – are from Wisconsin.
Kamryn Pipes is from Louisiana. Maggie Gates is from Indiana. Ehret Nottingham is from Colorado. Victor Puertas is from Utah. Amin Chaoui is from Virginia. James Marsicano is from North Carolina. Emma Bogush is from Connecticut. Luke Harper is from Florida. Colin Dorsey is from Maine. And Zoe Larmey is from Tennessee.
The only suspects with Georgia addresses are Thomas Jurgens and Jack Beaman.
“What happened last night was not peaceful protest – it was violence. Plain and simple,” Georgia Attorney General Chris Carr said in a statement Monday. “We will not tolerate this destruction of property, and we will seek to ensure that those who have engaged in this criminal behavior are held accountable to the fullest extent of the law.” . . .
On an appearance on Fox News earlier Monday, Carr described those arrested as part of a “national network, an international group of people that are organized to come to our state to undermine a public safety training center.”
“This wasn’t about a public safety training center. This was about anarchy, and this was about an attempt to destabilize,” Atlanta Chief of Police Darin Schierbaum said Sunday night, telling reporters at the scene that both the FBI and the Georgia Bureau of Investigation have joined the probe into the incident.
Thanks to the generosity of readers, I’ve got a little money left over from last week’s trip to CPAC, and if these commie clowns keep causing trouble down home, I may decide to make a shoe-leather excursion.
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Missing teen rescued from suspected
sex traffickers at Gwinnett Walmart
Three men are in jail and a 14-year-old is back home after police say they arrested human traffickers at a Gwinnett County Walmart.
Police say the men trafficked the teen for nearly two weeks.
Not everyone can spot a human trafficking victim out in public.
Lawrenceville police say one of their officers did just that when he rescued the 14-year-old from three men accused of trafficking her.
“They don’t cry out for help,” said Camila Zolfaghari, executive director at Street Grace, which helps victims of human trafficking in the metro. “It’s a great sign that this officer clearly had been trained to look for signs, look for signs of trafficking.”
Zolfaghari said it’s common for traffickers to manipulate their victims.
“Usually, they try to protect their trafficker because their traffickers told them, ‘Hey, if you tell them what’s going on, you’re going to get in trouble,’” Zolfaghari said.
On Wednesday night, Lawrenceville police responded to a call at the Walmart on Collins Hill Road about a child in distress.
Police said the officers figured out that the 14-year-old is a victim and was reported as a missing person out of Cobb County.
Investigators arrested three men and say they forced the girl into prostitution for 13 days inside of an apartment on Maddox Street. . . .
Police say the girl has been returned to Cobb County where she can get physical and emotional help. The three men remain in jail with no bond.
Why are they being held on no bond? Perhaps because if they get turned loose, they might have a tragic accident involving a wood chipper.
For some reason, I was under the impression that only the most respectable citizens were chosen to serve on grand juries, but I was apparently mistaken, and Fulton County’s Democratic district attorney, Fani Willis, picked this jury from a randomly selected pool of Fulton County residents. That this grand jury would choose Emily Kohrs as their forewoman — well, what does that tell you?
The foreperson, Emily Kohrs, then continued her media tour on MSNBC, joking about how “awesome” it would be to personally subpoena Trump. pic.twitter.com/x36YqWWD59
To many Millennial/Gen Z types, such an interest may not seem particularly odd — all kinds of people are into all kinds of things on social media — but what are the odds that, in choosing a grand jury to investigate the former President of the United States, this kooky young wicca woman would be chosen? Doesn’t this suggest non-random factors may have influenced the jury selection process?
Well, I’m sure Trump’s lawyers must have had a laugh — “WINNING!” — as they got to work on their motions to void the grand jury’s findings, but isn’t this a sad example of what’s wrong with America’s justice system?
