With only a few days left until Julius Jones is set to be executed by our blood-thirsty state for a murder he may or may not have committed, his family and supporters thought it would be a good idea to meet face-to-face with the man who ultimately holds Jone's fate in his hands – Oklahoma Governor Kevin Stitt.
I guess you can't really blame them.
Unless he's a sadistic asshole who wants to play this out until the 11th hour, if Stitt really wanted to commute Jones's sentence to life in prison, you think he'd have done so by now. He's had years to investigate this case, watch the documentaries, and read @ replies from angry celebrities. His mind has to be made up.
Naturally, Stitt – a brave, righteous and loving Christian man – dodged the meeting like it was a COVID-19 press conference.
Instead, he sent his communication bro Charlie Hannema to engage with the crowd. Instead of showing empathy, remorse, or a shred of compassion, Charlie put his hands in his pockets and smugly addressed the room with a brief statement, before quickly sneaking away through doors in the back, leaving only an ink pen for Jones's mother to hang onto.
Check this out:
In his latest attempt to distract attention and focus away from his disastrous reign as governor, Kevin Stitt added another embarrassing lowlight to the impressive list of lowlights he’s acquired while serving as governor.
This time around, Stitter officially sacked Maj. Gen. Michael Thompson – the guy in charge of Oklahoma’s National Guard – because Thompson refused to play along with Stitt’s personal and politically-driven crusade to defy federal vaccine mandates for people serving in the Oklahoma National Guard.
As a replacement, Stitt selected a more willing and eager Yes-Man who will, presumably, roll over and let Stitt do whatever he wants – Brig. Gen. Thomas Mancino.
Via The Tulsa World:
If you’ve been following me and my recent dining escapades lately, you probably know I’ve been on a bit of a soup-related kick the past few days as I work through this strange bug that I picked up ever since I touched that glowing rock from outer space received my Covid booster shot.
Continuing down that path, I craved some good old-fashioned Irish cooking and, since my original pick was a little too far away at the moment, I decided on McNellie’s Public House, 1100 N. Classen Dr., instead, which, thankfully, had a few warm bowls of soup available to help heal whatever it is that’s been slowly destroying my system from the inside.
My friend and I—along with my trusty canine Sean, of course—decided on stopping by there last weekend after a trip to the Midtown Mutts dog park, where Sean always seems to want to go to until we get there, then he sticks by my side the entire time. But, once we got to McNellie’s, he was apparently the belle of the ball as one person after another had to pet my good boy.