Raven, not to be confused with Robin or Robyn, asks in a comment below my thoughts on Nifong, the now disbarred DA in the Duke Lacrosse team rape prosecution.

The first thing I’d say is that most ambitious prosecutors in America would act in the very same way, except that they would be doing so in cases where the defendants were much less powerful and well-heeled; most prosecutors get away with that crap daily.  It’s Justice for Just Us who can afford it in this country.

And, isn’t part of the problem with Alberto Gonzales’ Justice Department identical to the Nifong problem?  Don’t we know for absolute fact that there have been prosecutions at the federal level for purely political reasons?  Real lives of real people forever tarnished, if not downright ruined, by charges meant to make an electoral point rather than the pursuit of making society more safe.

Moving back and taking in a larger scope, I’d say that both the medical and legal professions suffer somewhat the same problem:  a relatively small number of practitioners commit most of the wrongdoing.  If the professions would be more serious about policing their own and get rid of the worst five percent with their respective professional degrees, we would have solved the problems of 90 percent of medical malpractice and about 85 percent of the legal shenanigans that bedevil our justice system.

Imagine what might the world be like if doctors and lawyers actually stood for something in addition to holding a magic ticket to petite bourgoisie wealth.  What if being a doctor or a lawyer also meant that one with that label had personal and professional integrity beyond question.  What if the sobriquet “lawyer” included the meaning of a person with a daily and lifetime concern for the people and society and liberty of all instead of just a money-grubbing vulture fattening on the problems of the few?

I know, I know.  Utopian crap.  I can’t help being a romantic at times.  But, Raven wanted to know, and that’s enough excuse for me to rant.

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Words are strong

Stronger than Steel

They can leave a cut that hurts a lifetime

They can heal a wound that has festered for years.

There is a reason we are taught

the pen is mightier than the sword.

Words may crack and break under the slipshod sandals of a savior, it is true.

They are slippery, and we may stumble over them.

But I do not blame the hammer when I smash my thumb and what I can build with that tool might house all humanity.  Thus, also with words.

How would we know of the ancient wisdom of the wise without their words?  What truth and what beauty would we leave behind without those lifelines to another’s mind?

It is better for me to wrestle incompetently with misfit words than to stare at trees and squirrels.

I was awfully busy today, drumming my fingers and tapping my toes, waiting for Westika to blog like she promised (I’m hoping for something about Paris Hilton) …

And, I’m all upset thinking that Nina — no doubt under the influence of the overwhelming need to be like Paris Hilton — will get a huge, out of porportion boob job because her horoscope told her to go for the flood and not the trickle …

Then MCARP beats me to the punch with a hilarious Tommy Chong/Colbert Report vid about Paris Hilton …

so, here’s what I did today in my fabulous and singular life …

I somehow booted a call from a nice lady inviting me to blues and barbecue at bricktown…

I got my kitchen back together, have a ‘fridge working again and a table and chairs and a counter and the dishes done and the laundry done …

went with Oz filming places around town at night with my topless car; went ’round the capitol building, up to the flags as you enter south Edmond by Central X, a little of the asian market at 25th and Classen next to Lido, fuzzy street lights and dull industrial buildings.  We recently filmed a scene with the gorgeous and talented Kelley O that KO KO’d.  Oz is getting excited about getting to the end of this 1.5 year project.

Along the way, I realized I’d missed the first part of the gay pride celebration only when I passed the park going to the Red Cup …

I walked along Paseo, partaking of Isis, Sauced and G-spot and hugging as many women as I could along the way.  Pleasant but not really anything remarkable unless you’re stunned by a slice of pizza with a burned crust.  The gathering of men and Miss K at the RC pond was pleasant enough, and better conversation than of late among us in many ways, but nothing really worth repeating.  The reputation and standing of the Alquonquin Round Table is secure another evening.

Tomorrow I plan a stirring round of floor vacuuming and hedge trimming.  can’t wait.

there is something symmetrical and just about those of us who have lives of quiet desperation, those of us with lives devoid of meaning or purpose, those of us with vacuous, empty, deserts of lives, should receive “news” equally bereft of content and value.  After all, like the lady says, we all get exactly what we’re willing to settle for.

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Everything you ever wanted to know about the $54 million dollar lawsuit over a pair of lost gray slacks can be found here.

At the end of the case I think the nutball plaintiff will have to pay the Korean dry cleaners’ legal bills and he will be censured by the D.C. bar association for bringing the profession into public disrepute.

If you read between the lines, the guy is a whack job unlikely to actually be able to afford the legal bills and then, I don’t know what happens.

These cases come along and they are always some whack job representing themselves, but this happens to be a whack job with a law license.  Yes, some lawyers are whack jobs, just like waitresses and cops and teachers and preachers.  I see the guy’s too clever by half legal theory, but it’s sloppy law and sloppy thinking and it’s gone on way too long and I blame the dry cleaner lawyers for some of that.  They should have been able to knock him out TKO in round two and not be battling in the ring in the final round of trial.  Further, if I’m the judge, I know this whack job is going to appeal when he doesn’t get what he wants, so I cut it short and let it go up if that’s what he wants to do.  We also have laws that make it OK to require some frequent, vexatious or next to insane litigants to have their pleadings reviewed before allowing them to be filed and the process begin again over new lunacy.  This is one of those guys.  If he hasn’t already filed other frivolous suits, he soon will and I think he thinks the publicity is good for his career.  Another reason to have him sanctioned.

Not that this isn’t enough slumming through the bottom of the sludge pit of meaningless news, other prisoners at LA Co. Jail are filing suits because they weren’t released when they complained of illness.  You know you wanted the latest in your Paris news.

All Paris All the Time.

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Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

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British gadfly Christopher Hitchens, in his Slate column “Fighting Words“, weighs in on the Paris Hilton coverage.  I think perhaps his sympathy for the embattled socialite has something to do with his own well-known penchant for heavy drinking in public.

All Paris All the Time

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P.S.  Sorry to do this, but I thought I’d mention that the Republicans, despite defections by a few of their rank, managed to successfully filibuster the Alberto Gonzales no confidence vote in the U.S. Senate yesterday.

Paris Hilton is refusing to eat or drink for fear her guards will take a cellphone pic of her sitting on the toilet and then put the picture on the internet.  Life is so unfair for celebrities, they have to think of everthing.

In a boring sideshow waste of broadband space there’s also news that the U.S. Senate will today vote on a resolution of no confidence in Attorney General Alberto Gonzales.  When will the Main Stream Media get a clue?

All Paris All The Time

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In Ann Coulter’s column today, she fulminates against “amnesty” in the now-failed immigration reform bill, saying …

Oh.

Wait.

I confused tall, thin, blonde-haired, miniskirted cunts.

Paris Hilton is in a L.A. County jail medical facility being treated for her fragile mental condition.

All Paris All the time

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The new Olympics logo doesn’t give me siezures, but it does look a little bit too much like Lisa Simpson giving head for comfort.  I mean, I don’t watch TV, but I’m not culturally illiterate and I know about South Park.  Well, you look and tell me it doesn’t look like that. And while I’m doing South Park, in the name of all Paris all the time, I present this “Stupid Spoiled Whore” clip for your pleasure.

All freakin’ Paris Hilton coverage all the freakin’ time.

Boo-f’n-Hoo “MOM!” … “It’s not RIGHT!” Boo-f’n-hoo

A bipartisan bill to restore habeas corpus and several other Bill of Rights freedoms was introduced today by Sens. Specter and Leahy.  Who gives a shit?

Boo-f’n-Hoo.  A rich girl goes to jail and the nation is riveted.

Sober up, bitch.  The notoriety will only make you more money in the long run, but the diversion from real life lets the war in Iraq kill another 8 GIs.

THAT’S what makes ME want to cry.  All those mommas, 3,500 of them, putting their children in a permanent solitary holding cell under six feet of soil.  No time off for good behavior.  No medical early discharge.  No media coverage by White House decree.

Did you see how Paris was dressed?  Ewwww.  A gray sweatsuit outfit.  Do they make Louis Vitton handcuffs?

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