by Mark Steyn
A lot of observers in Courtroom 518 of the DC Superior Court seemed to think this was a big “Gotcha!” moment. Not me. It was mere bleak confirmation of what I had always suspected. I can never recover from these last twelve years, never mind the inevitable appeal that his counsel will bring, whatever the verdict. Just the tab for my stay in a DC hotel for a month of trial is more than he will ever pay.
On the other hand, Mann’s pal, Bill Nye The Science Guy, held the door for me to be wheelchaired out of court yesterday. So there’s that.
Today Mann is back on the stand – and I may even get to cross-examine him, although to be honest I feel sick as a dog.