Apparently some daffy, bottom-shelf celebrity named "Griner" entered a foreign country while carrying hashish oil. The foreign country took a dim view of Griner smuggling illegal drugs into their country. They are exercising their criminal justice system against Griner and the mainstream media lost their minds.
To the best of my knowledge, nobody disputes that Griner did, in fact, smuggle hashish oil in her luggage. Nobody disputes that the laws of the foreign country are unambiguous and that hashish oil is illegal in that country and penalties for smuggling are severe.
It seems odd that the mainstream media is defending Griner for something she clearly did while condemning the January 6 panty-raiders and supporting their incarceration without due process.
Griner's defense seems to be that she is some kind of minor, intersectional celebrity and should somehow not be expected to abide by the rules that apply to the "little people".
If you were to line up 1000 random people and sort them by importance, had Solanus Casey (circa 1928) been in the line-up he would have been about 2 poor souls from the losing end of the line.
He had been the simplest kind of priest for twenty-four years. His academic performance had been so poor that he was hidden in a convent and only preached to the nuns. Since he only said Mass about one hour a day he was given additional duties, primarily being the door-man at the convent.
Not only had his academic performance been subpar (perhaps only passing due to professors judiciously smudging certain grades to make them unreadable) but his voice had been damaged during childhood illnesses. Compared to his singing and speaking voice, fingernails on chalkboards were like Stratavarii violins.
The stone rejected
God has a way of choosing the stones rejected by humanity.
Casey made up for his lack of speaking ability by being a better listener. When he did speak, he made sure that what he said was worth listening to...to the point where people overlooked his rasping voice.
Casey reminded us of the importance of being a door-man. Nominally a very humble position but one he served with dignity and honor. Casey never forgot that it was not about him. It was about the one who he served.
I, for one, would much rather be a Casey than a Griner.