Testifying

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George Carlin does a great bit about criminals placing their hand on the Bible and swearing to tell the truth.

It always seemed insane to me too.

You rape, steal and murder but when you place your hand on the Bible you vow to tell the truth.

We always laugh on the Dateline episodes when the interviewer asks the suspect:

“Did you murder your wife?”

Like the guy is going to say:

“I did. You’re the first person who asked me. I cannot tell a lie.”

Which brings me to the testifying that went on yesterday.

The judge had to admonish the witness to just answer the question and not ramble about how much he hates the judge, the prosecutor and all the people who are stacked against him because it’s a witch hunt.

I didn’t expect the truth.

Did you?

The entire guilt or innocence of it all appears not to be in doubt.

Documents were signed.

Money was leant under false pretenses.

Everyone was involved.

Yet, sometimes you tell the truth because the lawyers trick you into it.

“Did you sign this?”

“Yes.”

“Was it in an effort to get loans through inflated numbers.”

“I believe so.”

So, perhaps placing your hand on the Bible does make you tell the truth.

What is remarkable about all of it is that the end result is going to be that the family will no longer be allowed to do business in New York.

The daughter will testify tomorrow.

The sons testimony was an absolute disaster last week.

Yet, what is even more disturbing?

A whole bunch of people are simply shrugging it all off and instead of believing the presented evidence…

…they have full faith in the guy on the stand.

That’s the craziest part of it all!

What a time to be alive.

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