Okay, so I promise to get back to the ghostwriting series … soon.  In the meantime, the Zulus (not to be confused with Zukuses) of Chendo stumble on.

As you may recall, a bunch of young cement heads beat a Mexican man to death — 4 on 1 they say.  Sounds like typical Chendo odds to me.  In my last entry, I questioned the ability for justice to be served.

Well, so far, so good.  My hat is off to Jimmy Goodman, the local DA who hasn’t dropped the ball yet.  Apparently, the feds are watching over his shoulder so closely that he can probably smell what they had for lunch … and I doubt it was scrapple.

Three mouth-breathers were charged with, among other things, committing a hate crime, and the rumor mill says there’s a fourth about to be indicted.  Good.  And of course, there’s the requisite and obvious murder charge.

Here’s where it gets coal crackery.  I forgot that these knuckle draggers have to be represented in court.  And here I was, only worried about proper prosecution.

First off, apparently what passes for their legal counsel asked for a change of venue.  Now, let’s look at this objectively: This is (literally) an all-white county and these are local white boys.  If the trial goes off in Lantenengo County, they probably get a local, all-white jury in a case where the victim was an illegal alien from Mexico.  So what does the defense do?  They ask to change the venue to somewhere else!  Somewhere else where they’ll probably have a more racially-balanced jury!  And they’re paying for this kind of help?
Next, this has now become a major national news story.  I saw one of the defense attorneys on CNN.  Have you ever seen a person crap their pants on live TV?  Well, that’s what I witnessed.  The defense attorney said something on the order of, “We contend this was not racially motivated.  There were racial epitaphs shouted from both sides of this street fight.”  The CNN anchor then asked, “Really.  So what racial slurs did the one Mexican shout to the four white guys?”  That was the moment when the attorney crapped his pants.  Ever watch a baby take a dump in a diaper?  Their eyes sorta bulge out, their face turns red, and they don’t really say anything; they just gurgle and look a bit embarrassed.  That’s what this guy did.  To this non-verbal moment, the anchor replied, “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” before rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

Look, I’m sure the attorneys for the defense have a great time when their GED and University of Phoenix On-Line classes have reunions, but this is looking so pathetic right now that I’m afraid the thugs they’re representing will have grounds for appeal for incompetent representation, which is not good.

If a young father of two wasn’t dead, this might almost be entertaining, in a car-wreck-on-the-highway sort of way.  Stay tuned, folks; this one ain’t going away anytime soon.