Judge Watson scanned his courtroom with an eagle-like glare.The room was packed, Watson
could smell the eager reporters outside.Damore versus State of Alabama was the biggest case his Honor
had heard in years, God he needed a drink.Judge Watson blinked a long, tired blink, and swallowed hard
in a vain attempt to soothe his bone dry throat.The old man called out in a loud voice, prosecution!
Billy Parker stood deliberately and strutted to his podium.The DA unbuttoned his two thousand
dollar Armenagildo Zenga suit coat, and began.Let me share with you all the sad story of a sweet,
defenseless woman named Porphyria.It was a rainy dark night, and Porphyria desperately ached to see her
lover.She trekked through the woods, braving the pneumonic weather, to the small cottage owned by one,
Mort Damore.Porphyria entered the cottage dripping wet.Carefully she tended to the fire, so her lover
wouldnt catch cold.Porphyria laid by Mr. Damore, wanting so badly to act out her love for him.Softly
she whispered his name, but Mr. Damore was busy faking sleep, concealing his murderous plan for now.
Sweet Porphyria uttered I love you quietly to her love.Mr. Damore listened to this praise for a short
while, but quickly grew impatient-the beast yearned to kill.Mr. Damore debated on which weapon to use.
The Colt .45 lay loaded under his bed, but guns are loud!
Then Porphyrias creamy, innocent neck and long hair caught Mr. Damores attention.
Yes!, he thought, strangulation is much more thrilling than pulling a little old trigger.Brutally Mr. Damore
grabbed Porphyria and began to cut off her air supply.Porphyria gasped for air, but moments later the
beautiful body was lifeless.However, the abuse did not end with Porphyrias death.Mr. Damore decided
the fun had ended too quickly, and maliciously proceeded to sexually abuse the corpse.
This, your Honor, is the exact description of the premeditated, heinous murder committed by the
defendant, Mort Damore.Mr. Damore waited for his beautiful love to visit, then faked sleep to lure
Porphyria into his murderous trap.When the opportunity arose, Mr. Damore strangled Porphyria to death.
After the slaughter, there was no guilt or remorse from Damore.God no!In fact, Mr. Damore sexually
abused Porphyria, then opened her eyes and laid by the victim throughout the night.This animal is not
even fit for a jail cell.Your honor, there is no option but to sentence Mr. Damore to death by
Judge Watson nodded, and turned to Troy Broussard.Defense!
Troy Broussard remained seated, leaned back in his chair, and propped his feet upon the desk.
Well well, he said in a high pitched voice, I really must applaud Mr. Parker for his wonderful story.
The only problem with it….., is that it is a fictions story.Here is the truth.On that rainy night, Porphyria fled
from her husband to visit Mr.
Damore.In fact, she was downright in a hurry to reach the cottage, she couldnt wait to commit adultery.
Barging into Mr. Damores domicile, Porphyria wasted no time in going after what she wanted, purely
physical sex.The harlot undressed and tried to wake Mr. Damore, who was frozen with guilt and
uncertainty.My client had been trying to dissolve the relationship since he first learned of Porphyrias
husband, but the slut would not leave him alone.Porphyria frequently popped into Mr. Damores life to
use him, then run back home to her husband.Determined to end the sick relationship that rainy night, Mr.
Damore faked sleep so Porphyria might leave.But no, the adulteress persisted.She whispered the usual
lies, I will get a divorce, Mort, but now isnt the time.I love you, please trust me.Mr. Damore looked
into Porphyrias truth telling eyes, and deceit stared back at him.Mr. Damore debated how to react.His
heart raced, he felt cheap and used, he felt hat!
e.In a rage Mr. Damore painlessly strangled Porphyria out of love.In a fit of psychotic distress, Mr.
Damore kissed Porphyria, a sign of his forgiveness.Then, like a cat who has accidentally killed a playful
mouse, Mr. Damore, in total bewilderment, tried to bring her back to life.He laid with her the entire night.
Mort Damore did not premeditate the murder, it was completely accidental.Induced by the pain
of being lied to, used, and cheated on, Mr. Damore slipped into a period of insanity.My clients actions do
not warrant the death penalty.Although
absolutely unjustifiable, Mr. Damores actions are at worst still understandable.I ask you to place yourself
in Mr. Damores position, try to imagine the torture.These are the facts of the case, and if there is any
justice in the world, Mort Damore will spend the rest of his life in rehabilitation.Thank you.
Two hours and forty-three minutes later, the honorable Judge Watson limped out from his
chambers and drooped into his massive, black leather chair.The attorneys and Mort quickly rose.Mr.
Damore, you strike me as an overly emotional man, probably unstable.Your actions were wrong, you
know this, we all know this.However, I sense sincere regret.I dont perceive you as an animal, but as a
mentally sick man.You need help, Mr. Damore, not death.For the murder of Porphyria, you have been
found guilty, and are sentenced to two life imprisonments to be carried out back to back, without bail.
Mort Damore wore a melancholy amazed expression, but laughed to himself as he was cuffed and
escorted out of the chaotic courtroom.He wondered to himself, What are the odds of beating the system