>Wooo Hooo! I didn’t get picked to be on the jury for this trial.
The Sacramento Bee had an article about it when I got back to work. Here is the text if the link doesn’t work:
Trial begins in killing of National University dean
– Bee Metro Staff Published 7:50 am PST Monday, March 5, 2007
There is no question that Nicholas Mont grabbed a gun and shot his former wife in the back of the head last year. The only issue was what he was thinking when he pulled the trigger, a Sacramento Superior Court jury was told Monday.
“She betrayed me,” Deputy District Attorney Keith Hill said, quoting what Mont told an officer of his wife, Sharon, who was the dean of National University in Sacramento.
Mont, 60, went on trial before Judge Michael Sweet charged with an open count of murder. The jury can find him guilty of a range from voluntary manslaughter to first-degree murder. The difference is 21 years or 50 years to life.
Public defender Steven Plesser described his client as “shaking with anger” Jan. 20, 2006, the day he killed his 53-year-old wife of 15 years.
Plesser told jurors the slaying was a sudden quarrel sparked by a heat of passion. Mont had been taking depression medication but stopped suddenly when his wife’s health plan no longer covered him, Plesser said.
Mont, who was writing a manuscript for a television show, was continuing to use his wife’s computer to work in her Rancho Cordova home.
On the day of the killing, Mont was on the computer but had to leave because his former wife’s roommate was coming home and didn’t like him around the house, Hill said.
Minutes before the shooting, Mont was in the garage loading the .357-caliber handgun bullet by bullet, and then walked into the home office and shot her, Hill said.
I can hear my mom’s voice now, “Why is there even a trial going on? This guy admitted to doing the crime!”
Also, I don’t buy the depressed crap. All the depressed people I know lay in bed, eat Oreos, watch Reba and cry. No one is ever motivated enough to take a shower much less do violence to someone.
Plus, if you have time to walk out of a room (or through a house), load a gun and walk back, you’ve got enough time to realize what you are doing.
The reality of it is that the whole thing is just sad. I saw what I think was the family of the victim waiting in the hallway before I was excused. My heart was breaking as I saw them hugging each other in greeting.