Showing posts with label trial. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trial. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Blago Sentenced

As Rod Blagojevich is being sentenced, he asked that important question:

"Do I get to sing "Jailhouse Rock? Can I keep my Elvis Presley hair?"

The judge, amused, stood up, and dueted the song with him. The prosecutors were not amused, feeling this only gave them a bad name.

And somewhere, Michael Madigan is humming the same tune, grateful he is nowhere near a jail.

Meanwhile, Illinois Governor Pat Quinn is delighted, knowing he really never would have gotten this job any other way.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Blagojevich Jurors Have Reached Partial Verdict


Some say Rod Blagovich has nice hair, but they were beaten to a pulp by the GHU (Good Hair Union, Local 123). Passersby just walked on by, staring, singing Elvis songs.

Regarding the other two counts, the jury is holding for decorum's sake.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Blagojevich Trial: The Tragedy of Macbeth: SCENE V. Dunsinane. "Full of Sound and Fury"

"The prosecution of Rod Blagojevich is “a tale of sound and fury, signifying nothing,” a lawyer for the former governor told the jury during opening statements at his retrial, quoting Shakespeare and touching on a key theme for the defense."
The Tragedy Of MacbethThe Tragedy of Macbeth: SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle.: Full of Sound and Fury
The Tragedy of Macbeth (free for Amazon Kindle)
The Tragedy of Macbeth (paperback)
The Sound and the Fury: The Corrected Text (William Faulkner novel)

MACBETH
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Enter a Messenger
Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.