Me Lady

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Is anyone following the Oscar Piss-torius trial?

You remember him, right?

He ran without legs in the Olympics, became a folk hero, grew into a Grade-1 self-entitled a-hole, and then blasted away his beautiful girlfriend as she cowered in the bathroom and he pretended that he was scared of an intruder.

Not to mention the fact that his neighbors heard him screaming bloody murder at her in the hours before he "accidentally" shot her.

Well, he's putting on a real show now.

The trial has muddled along because he has been breaking down in the courtroom every three sentences or so. He's in so much grief over the fact that he made a tragic mistake that he just can't pull himself together.

Yet he is also aware that his fate is in the hands of just the judge.

(There's no jury system down there).

So, he keeps buttering up the judge by calling her "Me Lady" as he concludes each fabricated sentence.

And I'm not in the courtroom and I certainly haven't heard all the evidence, but I can judge from here, can't I?

Let's just review.

It's the middle of the night and you hear a noise.

What's your first instinct?

To grab your gun and start blasting at the origin of the sound?

Wouldn't you turn around and see if the "love of your life" was in bed beside you first?

You'd see she were missing by accident, wouldn't you?

Where did he think she was?

Under the bed?

It's weird...and all deserve their day in court...but how much more evidence do you need than that?

How many more questions do you need other than:

'What did you think when you saw she wasn't in the bed beside you?'

Of course, Piss-torius couldn't possibly answer that because he's too busy blubbering to save his own skin.

Here's hoping, Me Lady, blasts him with the maximum penalty.

I really would be bothered if his fame and act gets him out from under this.

Show the world, Me Lady, that the fame doesn't get you a out of jail free card.

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