“It is what it is.”
That’s what a certain prosecutor said to me as he extended his hand and as the sheriff’s deputy placed the cuffs on the innocent man standing next to me, right after the judge read the jury’s verdict finding him guilty. What I thought of what he thought was incompatible with a handshake, though at that particular moment in time I didn’t have it in me to respond appropriately.
Apparently, the tautology chosen by the prosecutor for this occasion is now all the rage.
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