
Willie Nelson got busted last year with some herb on his tour bus. In any reasonable place on earth, the verdict should have been Not guilty by reason of HE IS WILLIE NELSON. But we're not talking about any reasonable place; we're talking about Texas.
And this asshole (above),
Judge Becky Dean-Walker ("Judge Becky?" What the hell is this, some David E. Goddamn Kelley dramedy?),
rejected a plea deal that would have come with a fine, and maybe a courtroom performance of "Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain." Now the red-headed stranger is looking at up to a year in the stony lonesome.
What, as they say, the fuck? Casey Anthony murders her kid - oh fuck you, she did it - and the bitch walks free. But Willie goes to the slam for a weed you can grow in your back yard? You know all that secession talk you've been throwing around, Texas? Do it. We'll airlift Willie and a few cool bars out of Austin, and you can have the rest of that dusty shithole to yourselves.