Despite its potential ramifications, little attention has been paid to this singular case. Back in February of 2002, Jordan Taylor shot his ex-girlfriend, killing her on the corner of Fullerton and Clifton in front of a large number of witnesses. However, the oddities of this seemingly simple murder soon arose when Taylor, age 43, took up his own defense. In court he argued majestically for a Fatalistic perspective. According to Taylor, the antecedent (his breakup) set in motion a causal path to the consequent (the murder of his girlfriend). In other words: by virtue of their breakup he was bound to a series of later actions which resulted in her death. He further expanded this premise to include the notion that all his past behaviors precluded the likelihood that she, Annabelle Fitzsimmons, would breakup with him causing her own murder. In essence, his life is a predetermined course of events since no other outcome could arise given the future that occurred. When this point of view was challenged by prosecutors, Taylor rebutted saying, "Look. If she wasn't dead after I shot her, I couldn't have killed her in the first place; You can't have the effect without the cause -- it's not linear it's circular, the cause stemming from the effect and vice versa."
Many were shocked when the jury handed down a not guilty verdict. However, perhaps more in terror at the implications of Taylor's victory, prosecutors quickly appealed the decision, eventually taking the case to the Supreme Court of the United States.
Hopes that the Justices might find some flaw soon vanished when a grim faced Judge Roberts read the decision. He concluded the reading by shooting Justice Scalia in the face sighing, "It's too bad that was going to happen. " Some reports have claimed that Justice Roberts then whispered to the corpse, "Who's a wimp now?" in a possible reference to this incident (http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/28/washington/28memo.html) which would only go to show the inevitable trajectory Fate laid down.
Already the decision has spread and word is coming in from all over regarding the speed with which people have given themselves to Fate. New York is ablaze, literally and figuratively, while Chicago's Sear's Tower is rumored to be a virtual "thunderdome populated solely by predators and prey." As I sit in the hollowed out chest of an old woman I was "fated to kill" I can't help wondering why no one realized until now what Jordan Taylor has shown us. This is a new day for humanity. I, for one, can't wait to see what "fate" has me do next.