Something happens when a person goes through law school. When they come out the other end their vocabulary is very different. They speak in blips, fragmented sentences. They are suddenly adding qualifiers. No longer are they just doubts, now they must be reasonable doubts, and not simply reasonable, they must be beyond a reasonable doubt. Just where do you end up when you are beyond?
How far beyond do we go? Is there a physical marker, like… “Run past the green Dodge and touch the sign that says – No Parking 7am to 6 pm.”
Who decides where this imaginary point is? And what’s with the robe? "Hey! You want to be a judge, then put this on. The law says choir boys, wizards and judges must all wear them."
The very next time I end up on a jury, I’m going to bring candy bars for all of the jurors. They will be Snickers. It’s what our legal system deserves. My own subliminal way of saying, “Knock it off and just speak normally."
OK, so maybe that isn’t much of a
statement, but if I ever what to find out where this Contempt place is, I’m
going to have to get myself there.
1 comment:
I tried to pass the bar… but it was closed. I have no objection to a good laugh.
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