Ahhh, Paul Newman has nothing on this guy, my dear lawyer from the case I was a jurist a few weeks back, which left me more than a little emotionally focused.
The reason I mention it, is he contacted me today to basically ask me why. We agreed that the defense did not put up a case, and the folks that did show up on the defense side were scumbags and liars, why then did he lose the case. He can’t quite seem to get his head around the simple fact he sucks ass. Good for some kinds of legal careers, maybe not so useful as a prosecuting trial lawyer.
I’m reminded less of Paul Newman standing there saying, “I don’t have a case,” than that crazy dude in New York some years back who got on a train and started shooting people. American justice being what it is, they let this psycho not only stand trial but actually conduct his defense, because he was so sincerely out of his fucking mind that he could not believe he actually did the shooting and it was some kind of conspiracy. When one of his victims took the stand, he asked the man if he could identify the man who shot him, “you, you idiot, you are the one who shot me.”
That’s how I feel right now about my interaction with this representative of a fucked and failed legal system. I will say I have a profound respect for my fellow jurors and how we came together, followed the instructions and came to what I consider the correct verdict given the evidence. I also liked our Sheriff/court officer, whatever they call the gun toter, and that is about it. The clerk was too belligerent, and everyone else was morbidly obese, which is a polite way of saying fucking fat. My greatest concern during the trial was one of these fat fucks heart would explode, spraying the jury box with blood(I had a front row seat) we’d have to start over. When it was brought to my attention just the opposite would happen should a heifer snuff it in a tragic picking a Twinkies off the floor accident, we’d all be allowed to go home, I’m not sure who kept tossing bait on the floor, but officer, I swear it wasn’t me.
Anyway, for whatever reason, this lawyer keeps insisting that he is the man. Were I unkind, and there are those among you who have suggested as such, it might occur to mention much was made of this lawyer spending most of his career on the side of the defense, which is to say, he was very proficient at keeping, murderers, child rapists, scumbags and members of the clergy out of prison. If his performance on the prosecution is any indication, it is reasonable to assume, in general, they don’t bother to show up.
Defense basically follows the Pulp Fiction methodology, basically stand there while the bullets fly around you, safe in the knowledge, the plaintiff has neither the wits, nor the aim to hit you. And keep in mind, in this case, the defense consisted of implying god personally reached down and did the deed for some unknown metaphysical reason, which is why BART couldn’t have done it.
