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Indeed. Testicular would be so much more fitting and painful.

Prepare for some whoop-ass, people. Justice and Rule are back in action.

I'm about as serious as the rest of this thread... you stupid commie .

Bah. Fucking liberal media. I'm not gonna trust it because it was on the damn Communist News Network.

Is it possible to get murder one without premeditation? Or is murder one decided upon the nature of the crime and/or its intent? I think they can pull a premeditation when he stepped over his body and went for the kill shot like he did. And B-X, where the hell is your response to all this?

Ah, I thought you were using the "Maybe he was fired on first" argument with that. Sorry there.

From the brothers of Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia, here's a hearty FUCK YOU Mr. Rogers was part of our fraternity, you twisted motherfucker. Just go to hell already.

They tried to make this case and it didn't quite work, but there's some logic to it. I think this is near impossible to argue. Just how he stood over him and shot him in the face would be well over what one could consider self-defense. Just to understand, though, I know that this isn't your view on the actual case at hand, your just suggesting a better defense for him.

Then it comes down to the argument of "Does a police officer have the right to fire if he sees a guy with a gun running at him" which is not a good position, but better than the one he's currently in.

*Shrugs* I dunno, I'm just telling you what I know. Maybe he wanted to kill him like that, standing over him and killing him with a shot to the head execution-style. Maybe he wanted to send a message with it and have it be symbolic rather than just killing him. But hey, this is all big speculation. Tyler: I love you, too .

I think the fact that Mumia was sitting in a cab across the street lends itself to being a bit premeditated, but I'm not quite sure. Tyler: Wow, you hold grudges for a long time, don't you?

Once at From the Fire, but when else?

The theory of him turning around and shooting the gun though with Mumia leaning forwards works much better than anything else suggested. I mean, if he spun around and he's right-handed it could easily block out all the view of the people on the right-side of him. And a quick shot before going down with Mumia leaning forwards from running could easily cause a downward angle for the shot. But again, it's all theory. Of course, one could say that maybe they were still a bit shocked at what was going on to take what's going on. In all honesty, eyewitnesses are overrated. They often screw things up or miss things or stuff like that, but with the evidence given (Ballistics and the bullet itself) seems to point towards Mumia no matter what, and that's really something you can't dispute.

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Where's our response?

Just wanna say nice choice.

Actually his defense lawyers admitted that not long ago that they were most likely from a .38 caliber weapon. Edit: Here's the website. Of course I'm sure some of you will think it's biased, but they present a massive amount of evidence to prove their point. Feel free to try and refute the defense's own witness backing out on them. And they claim it was a .44, not a .45.

I think that the people of Russia and Germany deserve a little credit too. For doing...?

Guys, guys, you missed the other response to the questions as well: http://timblair.spleenville.com/archives/004395.php

Franken has more talent then your entire family. Stuart Smalley alone, deserves your respect. I may not agree with some of his political views (or your views for that matter) but I agree, that son of a bitch has a great sense of humor. Agreed.

Not really. He's just continually trying to hint at Bush being in cahoots with the terrorists in some way or another. Personally, I love how he tries to interpret Bush's face when he was told about 9-11. It's beautiful show of ego to watch the guy try to twist that to his own needs. Edit: And just to note, I hear about this guy more than any of you could because I have a socialist Flint boy sharing my suite with me. Oh joy.

Dr. Tom, you are absolutely right. Too bad Israel is doing it too. Wow, that's a real unbiased website there...

Bodybag Match English Dragon v. Crow - I say Crow in this interesting stip. ? Match Wildchild v. ? - It's FOOG, damn it! Best mystery man EVER! Non-title Tag Match The Bemani Cross Wizards (Thoth and Ced Ordonez) v. Sin-Quizition (Quiz and John Duran) - So jobber team vs. jobber team. Hmmm... j/k . I say the Bemani Cross Wizards win this out since Duran and Quiz don't seem to be a pair that would blend well. Singles Match Erek Taylor v. Xstasy -You will ALL feel the power of X. (Y) Hardcore Match Bastion v. Va'aiga - Hmm... I'm gonna pick Va'aiga on a guess, though Thugg beingz back to himself so he could easily take this ICTV Singles Match "The Franchise" Mak Francis v. "The Sacred One" Andrew Blackwell - OMG REMATCH. Sacred to reassert himself after Genesis. Elimination Triple Threat for the #1 Contendership to the World Title! Dace Night v. Michael Craven v. Nathaniel Kibagami - Kibs. World Title Singles Match The Boston Strangler v. "The Superior One" Tom Flesher - Bah, this ME sucks. I say... Tom on a whim.

Exactly why I wanted you to mark that match, Tod! ;) But anyways, I forgot to address this and I will right now: Maddix I booked you against such a tough opponent like Aecas because I thought you were one of the few could really take him on. You stand a decent chance of winning here, man, so don't put yourself down. Just write out your heart and you may actually do it .

Time: Right after Genesis Location: Madison Square Garden, New York, New York *CRASH* *CRASH* *CRAAAAAAAASH!* The sound of steel on steel echoes loudly in the empty locker room as a grey-haired old man flings a folding chair across the room in a fit of anger. The room is a wreck; dented lockers, scattered equipment, and assorted little broken pieces from whatever the old man could get his hands on after the match. He stops for a moment, panting, still angry at what happened. “DAMN IT!” he breathes out, “I was so close… So close…” The tortured man pounds a fist into another locker, leaving a small dent as the door behind him creaks open. “Um…” says a slightly nervous chubby man as Hearford turns around, his anger still showing in his eyes, “I’m here to talk about that deal that we made a while back…” Hearford’s eyes focus on the chubby man’s face and figure for a second before recognizing the man, and a sneer comes across his face. “Yes, what do you want?” he asks snidely. “Well, um…” he stammers, still a bit afraid after surveying the wreckage around him, “I was hoping to ask you how your progress on your end of the deal was going, since I’ve finished mine and all…” The Judge scoffs and glares at the shorter man. “I got her a parole hearing in a month. The legal system isn’t some fast food drive thru, everything takes at least a month to be set up.” “A month?!” he says, obviously shocked at the amount of time, “But I thought you had connections!” “Be glad it’s only a month and not 5,” the old man responds in a condescending tone, “Hell, would you rather I tell them to nix the whole process right now? That can be arranged…” The mystery man face sinks as he resigns himself. “No, that’s okay. I can wait a month…” “Good. Now that that’s settled, please leave. I’d have far greater concerns than you at the moment,” says Hearford turning away from the chubby guy, and with that the mystery man exits out the door, not at all happy with the way that went. **** Only a few cars remain in the Madison Square Gardens parking garage, and soon one less as Johnny Dangerous opens up the door to his expensive Ferrari. He gives a long sigh as he begins to get in into the sports car, not happy with how his brutal match ended tonight in defeat. Christ, how am I going to explain this away, he thinks goes to close the door… but a familiar voice reaches his ears. “A month!? A MONTH?!” it whines nasally as the speaker reveals himself, walking across the parking garage towards his own car. Johnny squints for a moment, recognizing the voice but not quite believing who it is himself. But his eyes don’t betray him; it’s exactly who he thinks it is. “HEY!” he calls out, and the chubby man suddenly freezes. He looks over at Johnny, his eyes wide before he turns to see Johnny looking at him from his car. Not knowing what else to do the mystery man panics and makes a break for it and Johnny gives chase! Of course, the mystery man doesn’t exactly know what he’s making a break for as he runs across the parking garage with a Super Spy in pursuit! He looks for a way out desperately as his out-of-shape body begins to catch up with him, and Johnny begins to close the gap between the two. But nothing appears and the fat man quickly begins to slow down, panting hard as Johnny tackles him from behind and drives him to the hard concrete! Johnny quickly snaps on a hammerlock and pulls it back, getting a cry of pain from the fat man he kneels on top of. “What are you doing here?!” he asks forcefully, pulling back on the arm. “No-nothing! I swear!” he says, but a sharp yelp from the hammerlock being tightened. “Then why did you run, damn it?!” “Um, um-AH!” “WHY ARE YOU HERE?” “AH! OKAY! OKAY! I HAD TO SEE SOMEONE! That’s it, I swear!” “Who?” “Just a friend I know that works in production, I swear i-AHHHHHH!” “You wouldn’t run if it unless someone I wasn’t supposed to know about. Who did you see?!” “Okay, okay, I came to see Hearford! Judge Hearford!” the chubby man cries, and Johnny’s face turns of one of confusion and a bit of horror. “Why?” “Because we had a deal…” “… What deal?” ***** The sound of running footsteps echo throughout the twisting back hallways of the Garden as Johnny Dangerous runs at a full sprint through them. Fire is in his eyes as he turns around another corner, looking for one man: William Hearford. The bastard! He hits a straightaway, passing a few confused production people left behind to clean up after the big show earlier. How could he do something like this?! He rushes further, almost to his target… He’s going to pay… Turning a final corner, his target is in sight: The locker room of Justice and Rule. Too enraged to stop for a moment and catch his breath, he burst through the door breathing heavily. “WHY YOU-“ He starts, but he only stares at a slightly frightened custodian. The tired Super Spy leans up against the door frame as he stares at the janitor with blank eyes. “Where is the Judge?” “He left a few minutes ago to get a cab,” says the janitor, quickly gaining his wits, “He’s probably gone right now.” With those words, Dangerous slumps down to the floor, leaning up against door jam. His face a mixture of anger and confusion as he thinks about what he was just told over and over again; He can’t believe it, but every time he looks at it it makes total sense. You are going to pay for this Hearford. You are going to pay dearly for this.

Indeed I'm sorry for the rematch, but I'm really hindered right now with the September slow period.