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True Crime Auto Shop Where Adnan is Automatically a Murderer (See what I did there?) Part 2 of Part 1

My grandpa used to tell me to "kill 'em with kindness," which isn't actually that great of a saying, if you really ponder it. I mean, you're essentially suggesting it's cool to wear someone down slowly with your tenderness and your charm, just waiting to pounce when the 'em least expects it.

Maybe my Papaw was a sociopath. (Some of you readers might be convinced that he passed it along to me.) 

But, in reality, you and I both know that to "kill anyone with kindness" really just means to be nice, even when we don't want to be.

I'm at this cute little Tea Shop in a hoity-toity part of the town where I live, exercising my privilege with a $6 cup of iced Strawberry Basil. I wanted Chocolate Chai, but they were out, because it's a seasonal; flavor - as the kid behind the counter told me unapologetically. I tried to keep my composure lest he think I'm a Karen, but I was a bit irritable about the whole thing.

A god damn seasonal flavor?

So, like, a hot heavy flavor - that is probably a winter one! - and it's still on the laminated paper menu in September... with not so much as a sharpied x  drawn across it.

Breathe, Laurel. Just... breathe. She's been hate-writing too much lately, my little muse.

But Laurel's not great at simply resting on her Laurels. 

Who can rest at a time like this, when I've found myself in the midst of so much hate and rage. If you're reading this, you might think I'm talking about your hate and rage.

And I am. 

My own hate and range is justified.

Now let's get down to it: 

Brett and Alice of the Prosecutor's podcast engage in dog-whistle politics and pretend to be some sort of "Back the Blue" advocates, while the case against Adnan Syed has to relation to the conduct of the police force of today. 

They presume to be the authorities on the Hae Min Lee murder case, yet they can't tell you for sure if she was supposed to pick up her niece or her cousin. WTAF?

Brett literally can't imagine a world in which Hae would meet Don after school if it was not 1/5 at she had hot fries in her hand and a wrestling match to attend that night, one she would bail out on in order to see him. 

He says to True Crime Garage: "That's one of the things people get wrong, because... so that is an example of memory getting... whatever..." I mean, is he a bot? AI??

Whatever is right.

I'm tired of holding hands with those of you who have no less common sense than the horse Brett rode in on. 

Brett is more concerned about me keeping Don Clinedinsts' name out of my mouth than he is about truly, factually figuring out who killed Hae. Alice is more interested in sucking some marrow from a dead hunk of bone, so much ICK, that she thinks she's so cute and clever.

I can't even give you my usual type of post today, not while sitting in such a serene Tea Shop in a hoity-toity part of town, where I am cognizant of my privilege and thankful for all it has taught me. 

I'll leave you with the one good thing to come out of yesterday's TCG Part 1 episode - 

Oh, captain, my captain! We needed your input, your opinion, your dissent. I hope Nick hugs you and apologized to you that he couldn't give a little something hinting at gumption.

The Captain: "... he was dating a girl that was murdered. I believe he had just as much motive as Adnan, because we don't know if Hae Min Lee told him, hey, I'm not interested in you and I'm gonna get back with Adnan. We don't know that. I think he could have been looked at harder, questioned harder. I mean he was the current boyfriend; she goes missing, he doesn't try to call her... no record of that. Alot of people state that she was actually going to meet Don before she actually picked up her cousin, so there's some question there, and that he is just, happens the day she goes missing to be working at a location that he's never been working before/ never worked at again and the timecard was, I believe was - handwritten by his mother's girlfriend... he should have been looked at harder."

Oh, Captain! Thank you, Captain.

We aren't saying Don is guilty here, folks, Remember inferences and whatnot if you can. We just think the Investigators into this case should have maybe gotten a computerized and verifiable copy of Don's abibi prior to 30 days before trial. I mean, I'm sure Ritz and McGill would have yelled at him for "not making Adnan look bad enough," either way.


Breathe, Laurel. Just breathe.




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