“”I’m takin’ you to the end of the porch, and then I’m gon’ go back in the house and get my gun, and I’m gon’ blow your m-——f-——g head off, you slimy, stanking, low-down piece of sh-t, you!” As she repeated those words, clear as a bell, in open court, you could feel, in every living soul in that courtroom, an almost overwhelming desire to stand up and cheer.”
SWEET!!!
I hope the scum is singing soprano in the prison choir now.