Marshall Home, Give Me Back My Life

After the morning session of the Marshall Home Litigation Experience today, I actually felt sort of bad for the guy. Despite the frequently nonsensical nature of his arguments, I sort of wanted him to find a way to stay on the ballot. Any goodwill I might have had towards the guy wore off somewhere in the second hour of his defending his eligibility. By the time we had spent three and a half hours listening to the largely logical challenge to Home's candidacy (he registered out of the city for the 2010 general election, registering back inside the city after filing to run, and it probably should be mentioned that he actually admitted at some point that someone else lives in the house that he uses as his in-city residence, but he plans to move back into the city at some point, so it's all cool), I will likely start quivering with a mix of fear of reliving my court experience today and anger at the man who put me through it.

THREE AND A HALF HOURS. What those hours consisted of: the judge giving directions to Marshall Home on how a courtroom works, snickering from the audience when Home screwed up or stopped making sense entirely, Home trying to figure out how to get Luke Knipe (who filed the complaint) to cough up that he was part of a giant conspiracy led by Jeff Rogers, Home repeating his contention that residency is defined by wherever he happens to be, Luke Knipe looking smug on the stand (for decent reasons, maybe), and most of all, various municipal employees wasting work hours in a courtroom listening to a guy pretend to defend himself only to give up at the end.

Yes, that was the conclusion. Marshall Home just quit. He admitted that the case against him was too strong (which he hinted at after the morning session) and he quit. How do we draw the line between amusing candidates and people wasting everyone's time? I have no idea, but I know what side Marshall Home falls on, regardless of whether he's even a little bit well meaning.