Some of my best friends are embezzling scumbags: Is it any surprise that President Bush would still be calling Ken Lay a "good guy"? (NYT)
DNA Spells Freedom: Allan DeWitt spent 21 years in prison for a rape he didn't commit, yet the first thing he says when he gets out is how he feels bad for the victim because his exoneration likely "opens an old wound and denies her closure." Back up here: He's worried about the victim whose identification of him was the primary reason he was convicted of this crime, despite the fact that she admitted to having had 11 beers and a prescription epilepsy drug that shouldn't be taken with alcohol the night she was raped? I say fuck her. My hat is off to you, Mr. DeWitt. You're a much bigger man than I would be in your shoes. (NYDN)
As Usual, Looking Out for No. 1: The ever self-effacing Justine Henin-Hardenne told reporters that she didn't want to discuss her shabby treatment of Amelie Mauresmo in Melbourne. I'll give you one guess as to who was on her mind? "It's, for me, far away," Henin-Hardenne said. "I want to think about myself and another opportunity to win another Grand Slam and win for the first time Wimbledon. But I'm not thinking about what happened a few months ago, because the situation is different." (NYT)
Big Daddy-to-Be: Mike Piazza says he's enjoying a more quiet life as a San Diego Padre, and will likely be back for the 2007 season. No word on what Sam Champion thinks of the fact that the 37-year-old catcher's wife is pregnant with their first child. (Wikpedia)
Stuffed Animal: A man wielding a teddy bear and a power-saw attacked a man on a subway platform yesterday morning, attempting to saw the man in two. The assailant "never spoke," the victim, Michael Steinberg, said. "I think he was out of his mind." You think? (NewsDay)
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says when he gets out is how he feels bad for the victim because his exoneration likely "opens an old wound and denies her closure." Back up here: He's worried about the victim whose identification of him was the primary reason he was convicted of this crime, despite the fact that she admitted to having had 11 beers and a prescription epilepsy drug that shouldn't be taken with alcohol the night she was raped? I say fuck her. My hat is off to you, Mr. DeWitt. You're a much bigger man than I would be in your shoes. (NYDN)
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