Tomorrow

It's late and I'm tired, but I have to get this out since there's no telling about tomorrow.  Whether tyranny or sanity rule the day is for another man to say, but for my part, I've done what I could in the preliminaries.

Apparently, our absentee prosecutor has taken offense to my blog habit.  Says I'm making a mockery of the court and filed a motion to revoke my right to bond and lock me up until the two trials pertaining to the charges filed against me, last December, are concluded. 

I wonder why the First Amendment is squirming in his seat from the back of the class hissing "Pick me!  Pick me!"

Here's a link to the motion in its audacious entirety.

Essentially, this man is trying to lock me up until February without bond for publishing my opinion on the internet.  While this wouldn't be the first time someone tried to shut me up, the fact that this man would commit that rationale to print, in a court of law no less, really makes me wonder about the caliber of this dude's synaptic firing.  Seriously.  Somebody's got some screws loose.   

I wish I'd bought that cracker jack box. 

For the record, my lawyers filed a motion on Tuesday to be heard Friday.  So all that talk about neglecting  the law is little more than propaganda.  Let's just hope the judge sees it that way.

Anyways, it sounds like Bob's pissed that I called him out and I guess that's fair enough, but it still brings me back to the question.

Is this what passes for professionalism around here?

Maybe I should just be flattered that he's reading my stuff?  A writer can't have enough fans, you know.  That's for damn sure.  You know what?  On second thought, where are my manners?  Thanks alot, Mr. Gullette, for taking the time to read my blog.

Good luck to you, sir.

To everyone else, if you don't hear from me for a while, just assume I'm scarfing cinnamon cakes down at the LFUCG Detention Center, political prisoner style.  Somebody please call the ACLU.

Your boy in Liberty,
PLK