When Innocence Needs No Pardon

      You know, I’ve been thinking about this whole notion of pardons lately. It seems like we’ve turned the concept into a circus act, where innocent people are just as likely to find themselves in the spotlight as the guilty. Now, let’s be honest, innocent people don’t need pardons. They need justice!

     I mean, when you really think about it, a pardon is like giving a dog a treat for not chewing on your favorite pair of shoes. The dog didn’t do anything wrong, it just didn’t get caught! Innocent folks wandering around, minding their own business, shouldn’t even be in conversations about pardons. They should be out there enjoying a sweet tea on the porch, not sitting in a courtroom wondering how they ended up in such a mess.

     It’s like we live in a world where the guilty get all the attention, and the innocent are left standing in the shadows, shaking their heads. You hear about some high-profile case where someone gets a pardon, and I can’t help but think, “What about that poor soul who was wrongfully accused?” That’s the real tragedy! They’re the ones who need their names cleared and their lives restored, not some grand gesture that says, “Oops, we messed up!”

     And let’s not forget the emotional toll. Being wrongly accused is like being stuck in a bad country song. You lose your good reputation, your peace of mind, and sometimes even your friends. Meanwhile, the real criminals are out there laughing it up, planning their next misdeed while the innocent are left to pick up the pieces.

     So, here’s my take. Instead of handing out pardons like candy on Halloween, how about we focus on making sure justice is served right the first time? Let’s shine a light on those who are truly innocent and ensure they’re given the respect and dignity they deserve. After all, it’s not about pardoning the guilty. It’s about celebrating the innocent and making damn sure they never find themselves in need of a pardon at all.


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