Hello. First post in this new blog, which is a public forum for musings. Stay if you want, go if you must. Let's get started.
For a few months over a year ago, I sat in a court room almost every single day, listening to the rantings of lawyers. That is all I was allowed to do, as when it was all said and over with, I was long gone. However, a few months ago, I became slightly obsessed with the case, Mr. Conrad Black's case, so I began reading news stories every now and then to keep up on the matter. Mr. Black went to a Florida jail, Mr. Kipnis went on house arrest and started selling s
igns and the other two obvious went to jail at some point in their lives, I just do not know where. No one cares enough about them to say much. However, that so called star witness...what occurred to him?
Well, Patricia Best finally told me where he was in her post here: O Radler! O Radler! Where for art thou David Radler! The title is what caught my eye when it appeared on my news page.
I had thought that Radler was long gone to Canada by this point in time, as all the lawyers (the defense ones) made it clear that this is where he was going to go once he set foot in the American jail of choice. However, from this article, it seems that he's still wallowing away just as Mr. Black is wallowing away. Only, Radler is wallowing in silence, while Mr. Black is still making noise loud and clear.
Mr. Radler was a rather fascinating character on the stand. He had been built up to rival Mr. Black in stature and pose. He was a let down. When he showed up he was a skittish little ferret type of man who was orange. Seriously, the man was orange and wore purple and hot pink ties. Who was this man who brought down the Black empire!? He was orange! Just like the Ompalumpa's from
Mr. Wanka's chocolate factory! He might have even been as tall as one. Least to say, he was a less than steller witness due to his being orange and not seeming to know what he was talking about. He was like a guy I once knew who lied a lot. He lied so much he got to the point he no longer knew what the truth was from the lies he told. It all fell together into a muddled mess. People got stuck in this muddled mess of a lie. This muddled mess Radler created got a lot of people in trouble, but there must have been some substance to him pleading guilty, as he did this and it was not in his favor or in keeping with his save his own skin nature.
The comments at the bottom always fascinate me on articles/blog posts such as the one in Nobody's Business in the Globe and Mail. People who failed to be at the trial always seem to fail to truly understand what happened.No one saw Radler as the people in the court room did. It is neat to see how people react to the whole thing. The whole situation was rather complicated and muddled and for someone who is not in corporate anything or a lawyer, it was almost like the people were speaking Greek. However, somewhere in that corporate nonsense, humans were still humans and something fishy happened. I do not think anyone really heard what that fishy matter truly was, but Fritzgerald got jail time for all except one of the guys he went out to get, so I guess at the end of the day, the fishy thing that happened was punished in a sense.
For a few months over a year ago, I sat in a court room almost every single day, listening to the rantings of lawyers. That is all I was allowed to do, as when it was all said and over with, I was long gone. However, a few months ago, I became slightly obsessed with the case, Mr. Conrad Black's case, so I began reading news stories every now and then to keep up on the matter. Mr. Black went to a Florida jail, Mr. Kipnis went on house arrest and started selling s
igns and the other two obvious went to jail at some point in their lives, I just do not know where. No one cares enough about them to say much. However, that so called star witness...what occurred to him?Well, Patricia Best finally told me where he was in her post here: O Radler! O Radler! Where for art thou David Radler! The title is what caught my eye when it appeared on my news page.
I had thought that Radler was long gone to Canada by this point in time, as all the lawyers (the defense ones) made it clear that this is where he was going to go once he set foot in the American jail of choice. However, from this article, it seems that he's still wallowing away just as Mr. Black is wallowing away. Only, Radler is wallowing in silence, while Mr. Black is still making noise loud and clear.
Mr. Radler was a rather fascinating character on the stand. He had been built up to rival Mr. Black in stature and pose. He was a let down. When he showed up he was a skittish little ferret type of man who was orange. Seriously, the man was orange and wore purple and hot pink ties. Who was this man who brought down the Black empire!? He was orange! Just like the Ompalumpa's from
Mr. Wanka's chocolate factory! He might have even been as tall as one. Least to say, he was a less than steller witness due to his being orange and not seeming to know what he was talking about. He was like a guy I once knew who lied a lot. He lied so much he got to the point he no longer knew what the truth was from the lies he told. It all fell together into a muddled mess. People got stuck in this muddled mess of a lie. This muddled mess Radler created got a lot of people in trouble, but there must have been some substance to him pleading guilty, as he did this and it was not in his favor or in keeping with his save his own skin nature.The comments at the bottom always fascinate me on articles/blog posts such as the one in Nobody's Business in the Globe and Mail. People who failed to be at the trial always seem to fail to truly understand what happened.No one saw Radler as the people in the court room did. It is neat to see how people react to the whole thing. The whole situation was rather complicated and muddled and for someone who is not in corporate anything or a lawyer, it was almost like the people were speaking Greek. However, somewhere in that corporate nonsense, humans were still humans and something fishy happened. I do not think anyone really heard what that fishy matter truly was, but Fritzgerald got jail time for all except one of the guys he went out to get, so I guess at the end of the day, the fishy thing that happened was punished in a sense.
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