For those keeping score, I’m not some armchair expert. I’m a former cop and I’ve been a licensed private investigator since 1981. I’ve worked the streets, the courtrooms, and everything in between. About a month ago I sat through a Los Angeles criminal trial that should be required viewing for anyone who still believes the system runs on fairness and common sense. My client was charged with serious felonies involving misuse of a banned AR-15. Instead of retaining counsel, he decided to represent himself. That decision did not just go bad, it collapsed completely. I called it early. A defense bloodbath. That’s exactly what it was. He’s 62 years old and now staring at a 43-year sentence. Let’s be honest. That is not a sentence, that is a slow-motion burial with a court date. First came jury selection, that polished little ritual where we pretend randomness equals justice. Fifty-two people marched in. Fifty-two citizens who weren’t smart enough to figure out how to get out of jury duty. T...