Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Daily Dude I Want to Hit: Judge William H. Overton
(*RAZZY NOTE: I couldn't find a picture of this William Overton, so I went with the Federal District Court judge of the same name who bitch-slapped the creationists in his ruling on McLean vs. the Arkansas State Board of Education in 1982 instead...wait, DAMN! I can't find a picture of him either, but I did get a few pics of John Scopes popping up with my "William Overton" search, so I might as well throw him up here even though he has zero to do with this. He's a hot piece and I'd let him teach me evolution any day.)
Name: Hon. William H. Overton
DOB: January 29, 1953
Occupation: Eagle Scout, youth baseball coach, traffic court judge in Pinellas County, Florida
Hometown: St. Petersburg, Florida
Current residence: St. Petersburg, Florida
Why I Want to Hit that Hotness: Judge Overton was responsible this past week for handling the case of Nick Bollea, Hulk Hogan's poorly equipped, overcompensating son, for going double the speed limit in his tacky yellow crotch-rocket car in spite of being pulled over multiple times and told to slow down. Nick pleaded no contest, so the Judge adjudicated him guilty and threw the biggest book he had at his disposal at him, giving him the maximum fine of $1000.
You know that Judge Overton was so fucking stoked to mete out some serious justice when that bitch's speeding ticket showed up on his docket. If I were a traffic court judge and I spent all day listening to tools making excuses for going ten miles over the speed limit to reduce the fines on their tickets, I would live for the day when a spoiled brat who had just been publicly involved in a drag racing accident that left one person in intensive care showed up to defend his going over 100 miles an hour in spite of repeatedly being told to slow the fuck down in his souped-up Viper or whatever strolled into my courtroom. Judge Overton rues the fact that when Nick's friend in the hospital dies and he gets charged with AT LEAST vehicular manslaughter he isn't going to be presiding over the trial. He'd hang his bleached blonde ass high. That's my kind of celebrity justice.
DOB: January 29, 1953
Occupation: Eagle Scout, youth baseball coach, traffic court judge in Pinellas County, Florida
Hometown: St. Petersburg, Florida
Current residence: St. Petersburg, Florida
Why I Want to Hit that Hotness: Judge Overton was responsible this past week for handling the case of Nick Bollea, Hulk Hogan's poorly equipped, overcompensating son, for going double the speed limit in his tacky yellow crotch-rocket car in spite of being pulled over multiple times and told to slow down. Nick pleaded no contest, so the Judge adjudicated him guilty and threw the biggest book he had at his disposal at him, giving him the maximum fine of $1000.
You know that Judge Overton was so fucking stoked to mete out some serious justice when that bitch's speeding ticket showed up on his docket. If I were a traffic court judge and I spent all day listening to tools making excuses for going ten miles over the speed limit to reduce the fines on their tickets, I would live for the day when a spoiled brat who had just been publicly involved in a drag racing accident that left one person in intensive care showed up to defend his going over 100 miles an hour in spite of repeatedly being told to slow the fuck down in his souped-up Viper or whatever strolled into my courtroom. Judge Overton rues the fact that when Nick's friend in the hospital dies and he gets charged with AT LEAST vehicular manslaughter he isn't going to be presiding over the trial. He'd hang his bleached blonde ass high. That's my kind of celebrity justice.
Labels: comeuppance, crime and punishment, Daily Dude I Want to Hit
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