Once again I have proven that no one should pay any attention to anything I say about what is likely to happen in court.
To make a short story even shorter, Jerry asked the court to grant a delay so that we would have time to find out whether or not the next appeals court takes my appeal. This is the appeal we’ve already filed but which isn’t mandatory, because what I’m appealing is only the conviction on a violation, and I’m not a more respectable criminal who’s done something worse.
To my surprise, assistant DA Tunney didn’t really have any objection, saying he didn’t want to be in the position of sentencing a defendant before his conviction was final (or words to that effect) and, equally to my surprise, Judge Berry went along with it, granting me another 90 days in which to await the appeals court’s decision.
The guiding principle here is that we’re still fighting, still insisting that I was had a right to do what I did. But I use the term “guiding” loosely, because if anything’s guiding me, how come I feel like I’ve been spun around three times with a donkey’s tail in my hand?