Roy Exum
My short answer? I don’t see how a guilty verdict against Minneapolis cop Derek Chauvin could have possibly been fair. At five o’clock on Tuesday, at least six major networks were live (with no ads to interfere) as the majority of the greatest nation in the world was spellbound over the forthcoming verdict. Chauvin was found guilty of second-degree murder in last year’s death of a disruptive thug, George Floyd. With many millions against him, and President Joe Biden “praying Chauvin will be found guilty,” true justice never stood a chance.
Of course, Biden was fearing the specter of nationwide riots, but to a person, we knew what would occur without the maximum allowed penalty.
We knew what would happen with a lesser verdict, the Hennepin County Court knew it, and Judge Peter Cahill knew it as he read the jury’s verdict against Chauvin on all three counts one by one just after 5 p.m., telling the people in court, as well as a nationwide audience, that the jury had found the former police officer guilty of second-degree murder, third-degree murder,, and second-degree manslaughter.
Shockingly, I think Chauvin’s murder of Floyd may have been a bonafide ‘hit’ … with Chauvin part of the “them” Floyd said was “eager to kill him,” as George cried out in a widely-dispersed video. George believed the ‘hit’ was because he “knew too much” about an underworld bar in Minneapolis. Bar owner Maya Santamaria said she had been paying Chauvin, when he was off duty, to sit in his squad car outside El Nuevo Rodeo bar/lounge for 17 years. Oh? When Chauvin was questioned he said he worked inside and George, a bouncer, worked outside.
Incidentally, when riots over George’s death hit Minneapolis last summer, the El Nuevo Rodeo bar/lounge was torched on the third day. Can you imagine that?
When Floyd was caught planting a counterfeit $20 for cigarettes, he was a wreck. He had three times the lethal amount of fentanyl in his system and two rookie cops answer the misdemeanor. Yet from the minutes George Floyd’s name was on the police, within 15 minutes Chauvin showed up. Happenstance, maybe. But Chauvin pinned his neck for over nine minutes. I have a reason for doubt but all of America rejoiced when Chauvin was hit with “murder two.”
Again, was the trial fair with the pressing outside conditions, the nationwide fear a different verdict would ignite the United States, and the senseless “Black Lives Matter” claims that are easily found fraudulent by those who seek. Whatever … this saga has a long way to go.
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A WEEK AT A HEALTH CLUB
Here’s a classic tale that came across my email …. you’ve got to read this for giggles ….
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Dear Diary:
For my seventy-fifth birthday this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since playing on my college tennis team 55 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY -- Started my day at 6 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess -- with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. She took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attribute it to standing next to her in her Lycra aerobic outfit. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY -- I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air -- then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY -- The only way I can brush my teeth is by lying on the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other crap, too.
THURSDAY -- Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the men's room. She sent Lars to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY -- I hate that witch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY -- Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY -- I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my wife will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal, colonoscopy, or vasectomy.
Trust me … truer words have never been spoken.
royexum@aol.com