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The grand jury charged with hearing the perjury and tax evasion cases against Barry Bonds expired (and that’s a lovely term) without returning any indictments, just as this writer predicted and fervently hoped they would.
Bonds, whom most white baseball fans consider to be no more than O.J. Simpson with a baseball bat simply because he doesn’t kiss babies like a freakin’ politician, has been the victim of a journalistic lynching, and the sports writers are still screaming worse than Mike Piazza did when Roger Clemens tried to stick a broken bat up his butt.
You don’t see Bonds having babies in Namibia and campaigning against global warming. His job is to play baseball, not sneak up behind people and give them shabby shoulder massages. Shoulder massages and hugs do not cut it for Bonds, who is only interested in home runs and money, and I say “amen” to that.
Now the U.S. Attorney, whose stupidity is only exceeded by his greed for publicity, has convened a second grand jury to persecute Bonds. His case hinges on one witness, Greg Anderson, who is a close personal friend of Bonds since childhood, and is not talking. The DA is so desperate to flip Anderson that he is threatening him with unlimited jail time until he turns states evidence.
This is really starting to stink like the Whitewater case, where Clinton friends were locked up for years and even died in jail as a result of the cutthroat tactics of ambitious prosecutors.
One can only pray that Greg Anderson does not become the Susan Macdougal of our time, hounded into jail and tortured in solitary confinement to achieve the aims of a Star Chamber kangaroo court determined to advance their worthless careers over the dead body of Barry Bonds.
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Posted on 7/21/2006
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