A Chicago Classic

The trial is over. The outcome is meaningless. There will be no consequences. The competence of federal prosecutors can once again be questioned. And, when the jurors start to speak we find no surprises:

One Juror Blocked the Verdict

That's the way our system works. You compile a jury of twelve and it only takes one of them to corrupt the process. We've all seen "Twelve Angry Men" and know how the single principled and objective individual saves the verdict through logic and argument.

But we don't see any logic and argument in this.

"We'd listen to a tape and people would be like, 'wow, that just confirms that he's guilty' and she'd say, 'that just confirms to me that he's not guilty,'"

I sort of wish that Blago would have had an organization capable enough of executing a true Capone. Only having one drone on your payroll who simply denies what the eleven others are hearing in Blago's own voice without objective basis for the denial is way too basic. You would think they could have mustered four or five venal Chicagoans with a lust for a few hundred thou and a chance to go to a White Sox game with the former Gov. and Rahm Emanuel.