You'll recall that she was to be killed Wednesday last week. But then, drat, a couple of inches of snow. Can't have that. It's the south, after all. People don't know how to drive in the snow so how would they get to see. State killing as spectator sport. Nope.
So they had a
Gissendaner's lawyers took the chance to ask the Board of Pardons and Paroles to reconsider its decision to have her killed. They refused.
But it turns out that the pentobarbitol they were going to kill her with, previously tested by someone somewhere
who assured the killers that the drug gathered from someone somewhere
was mysteriously cloudy.
Now, if Georgia hadn't decided, and the courts agree, that everything connected to the drug must be a deep dark secret, done in a cave (no more pictures, sorry), by He Who Must Not Be Named, they might have actually got drugs they could trust and had them vetted by someone they trusted and . . . . Nah.
Ah, fuck it. They decided not to kill Kelly (and also not to kill Brian Terrell next week) while they tried to figure out just what mysterious force turned pure pentobarbitol into a milk shake.
I don't believe in god, which makes me resist the urge to suggest some sort of divine intervention.
But for those who do . . . .
*It's probably not relevant that the Braves from Atlanta lost the first game of the exhibition season to the Mets yesterday and that the Mets are from New York where it snows with some regularity.