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The dust has settled. The birds are chirping. The pipers are piping. Whatever that means. I got dismissed yesterday. Not really sure why. Was it because I made a joke to the judge about how typical of it for two Mexicans to not be able to fully kill someone? Perhaps.

It’s not the DMV, it’s not the line at the bank, it’s jury duty that really gives you a cross section of the place you live in and destroys your faith in humanity. What sets it apart is, unlike the DMV and the bank, people actually have to answer questions in public. Never before have i ever seen so many people who don’t understand the concept of innocent until proven guilty.

In the “Cape Feare” episode of the Simpsons, arguably one of the best Simpsons episodes of all-time (the one where Sideshow Bob keeps stepping on rakes), there’s a scene where the FBI agents are trying to teach Homer his presumed name and he never quite gets it. That’s exactly how frustrating the jury selection process is. Ugh.

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