Meanwhile, in the District of Columbia, police have arrested one Daron Dylon Wint in the matter of four people who were tortured, murdered, and set on fire. Robin Ficker, an attorney who represented Wint in a previous case in which Wint was convicted of assaulting his girlfriend, says, "My impression of him -- I remember him rather well -- is that he wouldn't hurt a fly. He's a very nice person,"
This morning I believe I heard Mr. Ficker, a flamboyant character who has faced certain challenges to his ethics and credibility, and who is well known for his skills as a sports heckler, claim that he has handled 30,000 court cases in his career. He's been practicing law for a loooooong time (42 years), but that still works out to 714 cases per year, or three to four cases on every single day that the courthouse has been open in the last four decades. Golly, that seems like a lot to me.
I also believe that I heard Mr. Ficker, who is certainly not angling to get a bunch of publicity, assert that the police have nothing on Mr. Wint because the pizza crust that allegedly bears Mr. Wint's DNA was found in the garbage can outside the house, not in the house where the crimes were committed. Apparently, if he lands the job of defending Mr. Wint in court, his theory will be that his client, who knew the paterfamilias of the victims and was once arrested for waving a machete outside the family's business, was innocently dumpster-diving for pizza when the unrelated crimes occurred.
Makes me want to pull the covers over my head and sing little happy songs to myself.