Ten effing days? If I was in charge of how much time Felicity Huffman would do for the college admissions scandal, I would have given her a firm 30 days minimum. No time off for good behavior or because she’s a rich celebrity — grim up, do the time, Robert Mitchum up.
I would have also insisted that each day Huffman and ten or twelve of her fellow inmates form a circle in the exercise yard with each inmate placing a hand on the shoulder of the inmate in front of her, and then they’d start tromping round and round like in an old Three Stooges or Laurel and Hardy movie.
As God is my witness, I hate it when the system caters to wealth, celebrity and privilege.
