My friend Fart somehow tricked a very beautiful, cool girl into agreeing to marry him. And there are reports filtering in from the perimeter that after this awesome girl's pops plunked down a hefty chunk of change for the venue they picked, the people who work there sold out a portion of the place on the wedding day to another wedding without telling Fart's future father in law. Now I'm no wedding planner. I don't know how these things work. But I know if I were the dude who put down that money, I would be batshit. I would legitimately do everything in my power to make the people that fucked me over on the deal suffer.
And that includes doing something up to and including what Jerry Ramrattan did to Seemona Sumasar. Which means hiring Ugandan immigrants at $700 a pop to bear false witness against an ex-girlfriend claiming that she mugged them. It's an astounding case. Mostly because the criminial is Indian. Honestly, I've never even heard of an Indian criminal before outside of Thug Behram (look him up), and then this guy rolls in and shocks the world. The Times investigates.
p.s. This happened in America.
thanks to Thomas