Since the inception of the profession, attorneys have tended not to be folks favorite people. Some hypothesize it is because we at times argue for that in which we do not believe, or perhaps it dates to a discomfort with legal systems (a feeling which dates to before the great days of Babylon) and our comfort in that setting. For whatever reason, it is unusual to find an attorney who, 144 years after his death, is still considered one of the most admired people in our nation.
The following is my opinion only and is not intended to change anyone's point of view. What you take away from reading this will be your opinion. Who knows, maybe you will have to ask yourself some tough questions.
Having just seen reports that the American economy was actually shrinking in the last quarter of 2012, I have to wonder about all of the rosy rhetoric we heard from the left after the election and leading up to the recent inauguration. Because facts have turned out to refute that rhetoric, surely we are about to hear a lot of retractions and apologies from politicians on the left. After all, they told us (and were clearly, provably, wrong) everything was looking good and we were actually enjoying an economic recovery.
Every time that there is a tragedy, the immediate reaction â from public and politicians alike â seems to be to try to adjust the law to prevent such things from occurring. And â if they canât be prevented, to create a consequence which would keep any rational person from committing the act. Unfortunately, neither reaction tends to work well.
Scene 1 act 1, cut to a tall tow headed thin man climbing to the top of the Capitol Dome (surrounded by parking lots totally devoid of any kind of police), holding a gun magazine capable of containing more than ten rounds of ammunition, while shrieking loudly "you'll never take me alive". Camera then pointedly pans to the "police-less" area surrounding the Capitol Domeâ¦. (Excerpt from the yet to be written "How the Left Doesn't Police the Left).
For the last year, county employees have been fielding questions concerning the state of the courthouse. It has been called everything from an oversized tombstone to a âMonster Energy Drinkâ can (because of its black and green coloring). Visiting attorneys and persons with business in the courthouse have called many offices trying to find it â only to discover that it really IS that big black building in the middle of town.
Because the main stream media mostly ignores murders involving small numbers of people (unless that is, the murdered people, or person, were/was killed with an "assault rifle" or, barring that the dead person is a teenager who reminds The Barack of what his mythical son would have looked like), this week I wanted to talk about something that happened in the community I live in. While definitely newsworthy, I seriously doubt it will make the national news, or for that matter even the news in the nearest large media market.
In a couple of days, we will start another New Year. The media is filled with recommendations for resolutions, how not to make resolutions, and a host of other thoughts. It is also filled with looking back on a year that has been extremely eventful, both positive and negative.
When I began writing this article toward the end of November, my intention was to be transparent when so many times during the holiday season, a simulated form of joy is thrown into people's faces whether they like it or not.
I was going to tell you about a person I knew who passed away right before Thanksgiving and its sudden shock (because there was no illness present, etc.) and almost-disbelief.
"And if I was feeling that surprised," I wrote, "then I could only imagine--or perhaps I couldn't even fathom--how the family was feeling."
âWe just got up on Christmas morningâ¦and weâd usually have an apple and orange in our stockings. That was about the only time we ever had oranges. I can smell an orange to this day, and it always makes me think of Christmas. We didnât get many toys. We got necessities.â