BecomingJulie
Bluelight Crew
I'm fine with gambling in general, but betting on the outcome of a criminal case just feels wrong. Not only does it trivialise the unpleasant experiences of all those involved -- real human beings, with feelings -- by reducing them to the level of a race, a fight, basically a form of entertainment; but also in an icky sort of tampering with evidence / intimidating witnesses / perjury under oath / perverting the course of justice / contempt of court kind of way.
Dons deerstalker hat and peers through oversized magnifying glass The fact that Oscar Pistorius managed to get out of bed and strap on his prosthetics without noticing that his partner was not there with him suggests that things between the couple were perhaps not as intimate as Pistorius would have us believe -- clearly they were sleeping in separate beds. Pauses to drag on pipe This is given further weight by the bathroom door being locked. Who locks the bathroom door in a house they share only with the very person they don't mind seeing them naked? He heard no voice except hers coming through the door.
Costume changes to wig and robes of a barrister Ladies and Gentlemen of the EADD Jury, I invite you to consider the evidence before you. This man -- this self-confessed control freak; discipline may be a fine quality and indeed a necessary one for an Olympic athlete, though it becomes poisonous when it extends to unrealistic expectations of others -- whose girlfriend no longer loves him, but now lives in mortal fear of him, takes advantage of the situation which presents itself to him. Suspecting that Ms Steenkamp is alone inside the bathroom, cowering in terror of her life -- the autopsy will later reveal, she has literally wet herself through fear -- Pistorius fires a series of shots at the locked door. He cannot see what is behind the door; nor does he know how passing through the material of the door will affect the trajectory of the bullets. In short, he can have no idea where they will end up.
Your honour, my learned friends, members of the jury, these are the facts as they have been presented to this court and it is now time for you to decide whether or not they are sufficient to establish beyond reasonable doubt whether this man is guilty of murder. Curtseys, sips water, tidies papers and sits down
Dons deerstalker hat and peers through oversized magnifying glass The fact that Oscar Pistorius managed to get out of bed and strap on his prosthetics without noticing that his partner was not there with him suggests that things between the couple were perhaps not as intimate as Pistorius would have us believe -- clearly they were sleeping in separate beds. Pauses to drag on pipe This is given further weight by the bathroom door being locked. Who locks the bathroom door in a house they share only with the very person they don't mind seeing them naked? He heard no voice except hers coming through the door.
Costume changes to wig and robes of a barrister Ladies and Gentlemen of the EADD Jury, I invite you to consider the evidence before you. This man -- this self-confessed control freak; discipline may be a fine quality and indeed a necessary one for an Olympic athlete, though it becomes poisonous when it extends to unrealistic expectations of others -- whose girlfriend no longer loves him, but now lives in mortal fear of him, takes advantage of the situation which presents itself to him. Suspecting that Ms Steenkamp is alone inside the bathroom, cowering in terror of her life -- the autopsy will later reveal, she has literally wet herself through fear -- Pistorius fires a series of shots at the locked door. He cannot see what is behind the door; nor does he know how passing through the material of the door will affect the trajectory of the bullets. In short, he can have no idea where they will end up.
Your honour, my learned friends, members of the jury, these are the facts as they have been presented to this court and it is now time for you to decide whether or not they are sufficient to establish beyond reasonable doubt whether this man is guilty of murder. Curtseys, sips water, tidies papers and sits down
this thread. I like the way all the bods around him shout 2make way make way" when he's coming through like he's the boss or something.
