The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
“I’m a black judge. I can take this black robe off, but I can’t take off
this black skin. I live in west Montgomery. I live in the ’hood. Should
I recuse myself from every criminal case that has happened on the west
side?”
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