You are one very confused guy. The other day you were rattling the loudest against extra-judicial killings, what changed?

Exactly!

DA: This isn’t a complicated case. The defendant lethally injected five people, causing their deaths. Might they have died anyway. Maybe. So what? That doesn’t give this doctor the right to take the law and, more importantly, their lives into her hands. Physician-assisted suicide isn’t even lawful in this state. To kill a patient without his consent—do I really need to stand here and argue the illegality of that? And even should you be inclined to engage in the moral debate defense counsel would like you to, you have to apply the law as it stands today. And, as it stands today, when you knowingly, intentionally cause the death of another human being—that’s murder. No matter how bad things get, this is still the United States of America, not some third world nation, and we don’t permit people to kill other people. If we forgive that kind of lawlessness, if we tolerate that kind of anarchy, we cease being the United States of America.
Alan Shore: I read an article in “The New York Times Magazine” not too long ago. It was about how the elephants int Africa are going mad—raping rhinoceroses, killing people, attacking one another, stampeding without provocation. These intelligent, sensitive giants have become very, very disturbed. The cause, they believe, is overwhelming, unrelenting trauma—stress. Be it poachers shooting at them and their families, or land development squeezing and destroying their habitats—profound and irreversible changes to everything they know about their world, everything about what it means to be an elephant. And it’s driving them mad. Elephants aren’t being elephants anymore. Up is suddenly down. That’s what New Orleans was like during and in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Up suddenly became down; down was up. This wasn’t the United States of America that week. It wasn’t third world; it was utter chaos. The set of norms and logic that we apply to everyday life were gone, and everything was wrong. A friend of mine told me that when he was finally able to get out the city three days after the hurricane, he drove by a body lying on the sidewalk—right up the road here—a body of a man, partially clothed, being eaten by an alligator. And my friend wasn’t shocked. He wasn’t even surprised. He was just fleeing. This was not the United States of America, nor any place else for that matter. During that horrendous week, the United States of America was nowhere to be found. My client, Dr. Follette, was to be found. She was there. When the storm hit and the devastating effects started to become clear, and then dire, and then desperate, she stayed. Even when so many others around her were leaving, she stayed with those five patients, each facing an inevitable and imminent, and excruciating death surrounded by pain and suffering and degradation unfathomable to those of us who were not there. She stayed and helped and cared and watched as those five patients slipped quietly into the good night. In a setting that was punishing, cruel, and unusual, her actions were humane. Like those elephants in Africa, so many people during that terrible time of chaos and desperation seemed to lose . . . themselves. Seemed to lose their innate sense of humanity. Dr. Follette never did. She never did.

Had the dead guy been a Muslim - we would be having threats of jihad all over, and hearing how Kenyan police are hopeless blah blah blah...

So this time I'm with the people, now I become mwenye dhambi! Sawa nime tubu. It was based on what the citizens said they are sure of the matter. This is not mere suspicion. This is not people saying I heard. This is not mysterious person... This is what the people of Githurai know.

So, I felt for them because I have also been victim of such boys. And if I met any of them, I would recognize. You get it?

Anyhow, I should have control of my nafsi, be patient for the rule of law. I apologize.