In other news, the sun rose in the east, water is wet, some dogs bite and Demoscum are lying little pussy bitches.
And on a related note, Lindsay Lohan has officially jumped her own personal shark.
Denizens, here in Dallas County we have a dumb-assed son-of-a-bitch posing as a District Attorney named Craig Watkins.  This bastard was swept into office back in 2006 by a spate of temper-tantrum throwing and illegal-alien voting on the part of Dallas County residents.
Ever since then, he’s tried to make a name for himself by reviewing and helping to get overturned several murder and rape convictions, and recently announced he was going to seek to overturn about 40 Dallas County death-penalty cases.  He’s doing this with the help of a pro-criminal outfit called the Innocence Project, a gaggle of namby-pamby pussies who apparently don’t think anyone should ever spend a day behind bars, no matter what they did.
And they’ve done this by using years-old DNA evidence to claim that these perps wern’t guilty of the crimes for which they’d been thrown in the hoosegow.  (We’ll forget, for a minute, that 1) these convictions were obtained by DAs usually of the opposing party (namely, the GOP), and that 2) said convictions were also secured based on sworn testimony, usually of the eyewitness variety, in many cases from the victims themselves.  Anyone wanna guess how this bullshit stunt of Watkins’ makes them  feel, hmmmmmmm?
We’ll also  forget, for the time being, that most, if not all, the perps who have been released…just happen to be black.  Like Watkins.  Hm.)
Oh, but now here comes a goblin who’s been positively identified, by DNA, of a rape of a 12-year-old girl that happened over 20 years ago.  And he’s gonna get away with it.
He raped a 12-year-old girl at knifepoint more than two decades ago. Now police say they know who he is.
But he won’t be arrested. He won’t face a judge or jury. He won’t even need to apologize.
Dewayne Douglas Willis, 47, will complete his sentence for unrelated theft and burglary charges next month – and walk out of prison a free man.
A rapist of a 12-year-old girl.  Soon to be a free man.  Scot-fuckin’-free.  La-dee-effin’-da.
And why is this?
Dallas police say he is one of six men recently linked to rape cases from the 1980s through DNA profiles or fingerprints. But authorities say it is impossible to prosecute them because of an old statute of limitations.
Oh, yeah.  Statute of limitations.  One of those “technicalities” about which Donktards scream when we try to lock up perps who’ve forfeited their right to live amongst us in what should  be our free society.
So where’s that mighty DNA-hound, that bastion of injustice, Widdle Craigie “Let’m Walk” Watkins?  Hmmmmmmm?
If they can’t be charged, Dallas police and District Attorney Craig Watkins would like to require them to register as sex offenders, and to have their deeds noted in their criminal histories.
Oh, good luck with all that.  I can just see some ingenuous defense attorney screem bloody murder about that.  You can almost see all the $$$$ walking its ass out the Dallas County coffer doors once the wrongful-conviction lawsuits start rolling in.
“This is all new,” Mr. Watkins says. “We’re going into uncharted territory.”
Hey, dumb fuck, you didn’t have any problem “going into uncharted territory” when you climbed into bed with those pantywaists over at the so-called “Innocence Project”, did you?  Hell  no – you’ve been creamin’ your fucking panties over that.  Where’s the overexuberance now, you incompetent little skid mark on Dallas County’s underwear?
So what about the vicitim in all this?
The Frisco woman, who is not being named because The Dallas Morning News does not typically identify victims of sexual assault, describes that night in October 1983 as a sort of murder – the murder of her childhood.
A stranger came through a cracked window about 2:30 a.m. He climbed the stairwell of her two-story home near University Park, where the girl lived with her mother and stepfather. She awoke and rose from bed.
“Take your shirt off,” he said, holding a steak knife in one hand and a flashlight in the other. “Shut up. Don’t scream, or I’ll hurt you.”
He forced her into bed, and when she tried to resist, he slapped her, once in the face and twice in the back of the head.
Afterward, he told her to give him all her money. She handed over $36.
He made her show him where the car keys were. Then he loaded a stereo and television into the family’s blue Chevy.
He tied her hands behind her back with a purse strap and bound her feet with a lamp cord.
The sound of the car pulling out of the driveway woke her parents. She remembers her stepfather talking on the kitchen phone with police. She remembers her mother screaming to him: “He raped her! He raped her!”
She remembers waiting on a gurney in a hallway because Parkland Memorial Hospital was full. She remembers hurting so much that they couldn’t immediately perform the rape exam.
“He doesn’t even get a slap on the wrist, and as far as I’m concerned, he should be in prison for the rest of his life,” says the victim, now 36 and living in Frisco. “He took something from me that I will never, ever get back, and for that there is no justice.”
There sure isn’t, ma’am.  Especially not from an asswipe who’s more concerned with gettin’ da brotha’ off ‘n makin’ a name fo’ hisself.