Also via Insty, there’s this cheerful news from Our Nation’s Capital:
The [11-year-old] Davon McNeal, a budding football star, was gunned down as he was leaving a Fourth of July cookout organized by his mother, an anti-violence advocate. The suspects are members of “the Crashout Gang.” Guns blazing, they were chasing people believed to be members of a rival gang. A stray bullet killed young McNeal, one of eleven people fatally shot in Washington, D.C. in the first week of July.
Paul Mirengoff’s take on this is to focus on the “defund da polices” nonsense, which is fine. Here, however, is what caused me to choke on my morning gin:
One of the gang members arrested for the killing of McNeal had been arrested in April and charged with being a felon in possession of a firearm. However, a judge, Todd E. Edelman, released him from prison in May, over strong objections from the U.S. Attorneys Office, when D.C.’s prison population was reduced in response to the Wuhan coronavirus pandemic.
See, under the reign of Emperor Kim, we would have returned to a more Hammurabic system of law, under which the judge would be executed for having been complicit in the murder of the boy — had he not freed this asshole (I don’t care about the reason, let ’em all die in prison), there may be one less innocent dead child. And a neighborhood might be safer with all the Crash Out gang members either in cells or swinging from gibbets (you know where my preferences lie).
Sadly, under the Constitution, I am unable to run for election as Supreme Emperor because even though I was born American, I was in the wrong country at the time. All that’s left for me, therefore, is to gripe endlessly, and vote where I can.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the range so that if ever I’m called on to perform that other civic duty, I can be sure that only the goblins will be shot and not an innocent boy.
