Hung jury. Mistrial. Five months down the toilet. A woman's life doesn't mean shit, if you can successfully trash her reputation and present her as a depressed, poverty-stricken floozy.
If you have millions, you can buy justice in the USA, if there was ever any doubt.
I guess I already knew that, but I had a few hopes left. No more. Those hopes are gone.
I hope Lana Clarkson's family takes the rest of Phil's money in the civil suit.
That is all.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
To know know know him, is to love love love him
Posted by Daisy Deadhead at 4:27 PM
Labels: California, hate crimes, Hollywood, Lana Clarkson, misogyny, Phil Spector, violence against women