gunning for me October 26, 2009
I had jury duty today, again. It’s getting very old. Today, I was called up and put on the second panel, but I was not picked for the jury.
The case was 2nd degree murder. A lot of the voir dire questioning from the defense attorney was about guns, what we thought about them, and our history with them.
I said that I had made a decision a long time ago not to have guns around and that it had never come up again. I recognize people’s right to have guns and to use them in self-defense. I said that most of my family own guns. At the time, I really didn’t have any strong feelings about guns one way or the other.
After I was released, I came home with a headache. I decided to lie on the couch for a little cat nap, and ended up sleeping until 7:00 p.m., right at the time I was supposed to be at a political meeting.
I had the weirdest dream. It was horrible, but funny at the same time. I was visiting Atlanta with the defense attorney from the murder trial. We were riding around in a car with the Real Housewives of Atlanta, who were bickering with each other. One of Housewives pulled out a little pink Derringer gun and started ordering us around with the gun. She made the defense attorney, a much older man, drive the car. Between the gun and this older man driving a car full of women yelling at each other, I was convinced I was going to die.
What does this dream mean? It means I really hate and fear guns, and that I think you would have to be crazy to keep a gun around. It also means I’m really glad I’m not on that jury.
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- Author : dangerblond
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During one voir dire in my jury stint– I forget the charge, one guy was accused of shooting another but didn’t kill the victim–after much questioning, the DA ask if anyone had any other comments. So I threw out there that I thought the only purpose of a gun was to kill. It really ticked off some of the other potential jurers. Granted, I think people have the right to own guns if they wish, but I didn’t go into that elaboration. Funny I didn’t get picked.