Jollyroger admits that he did work his way through stripper school as a lawyer, but since graduating he has rehabilitated himself, and profits no longer from the misfortune of his brothers, but from the lust of his sisters instead. He is currently on the 60 day DL (too fat); Until he is called back up to the show, he is temping as an inventor.
REX VISIGOTHIS:"I believe in less than enough feed, just enough speed, more than enough weed, and way too much pussy"
BERNARD EIBER: "You write like a god"
KATHY SISSON: "You fuck like a god"
SUZANNE FARRELL: "Someone had to be eliminated, and poor Roger was the most expendable"
VANESSA FARRELL: "You have such a pretty dick"
MY SISTER: "He wasn't always like this...you should have seen him before all the acid. My God, he's a Woodrow Wilson Fellow!"
MY MOTHER: "So I told his father, 'Look Manny, let's don't kid ourselves. All he really wants to do is get high and get laid..."
Not content to have wrested from their lackeys on the Supreme Court the right to exclude from Medicaid millions of low income citizens of Repugnant governed states, the punks infesting the lower house of congress writhe in continued agony over their impotence.
They promise, therefor, continued frivolous lawsuits, such as the one presently in train purporting to object to the extension of federal subsidies to low income consumers seeking coverage on the (fallback) federal exchange, Healthcare.gov.
Louis Scarcella, Brooklyn homicide detective (retired), was not a guy you would want to meet, especially if you were a person of color who was innocent of a crime that needed to be cleared. (Cops dislike inventory just like Walmart dislikes unsold crap).
His stock in trade was the coerced (or even fraudulent) confession, the perjured testimony of jailhouse snitches, and the convenient disposal of excupatory evidence. [Read more]
There is an interesting congruence between the waiver claimed by Hobby Lobby vis-a-vis contributing fungible resources to a purpose they loath, and the waiver granted a conscientious objector who ref.uses to take an active role in combat.
Both are asking to be excused from participating in that which they find odious.
The difference, however, is that the war resister must serve in a non-combat position or face punishment. He may not be heard to say "No, I will not even be a medic, for that would free up some other soldier from medic duty to become a killer. My service is fungible."
When confronted by one of these cautionary tales, it is easy to cluck ones tongue and clutch ones garments, experiencing simultaneously the frisson of menace and the relief that such disasters are likely to touch only the already compromised, at least on the side of the perpetrator.
A poignant letter to the New England Journal of Medicine should serve to focus our attention on the less sensational but more important component of Obamacare.
While the media clucks over the feckless code writing that has sprayed egg over the collective faces of the administration hacks who are endeavoring to snatch efficacy from the jaws of a Rube Goldberg contraption whose very inception was tainted by obeisance to the "free market", the expansion of Medicaid will mean the difference between life and death for thousands of lower income Americans.
Since Myspace (the prior repository of my poetry, kept separate from my political stuff thereby) has gone all ferkacht, before I forget them I am porting my posts from there to here.
THIS I BELIEVE
I believe in suppressing inflammation, any time and any place it might arise in the body.
I believe that money now is better than money later, always and everywhere in the universe [Read more]
Every so often an especially cool co-ed chooses to enroll at my alma mater, which always gives me a frisson of satisfaction coupled with chagrin that I graduated too early.
Such flashes of pride serve to assuage the residual trauma attendant upon finding myself in the stands at a football game vs. Yale, when those rude Yalies uncorked a chant:"What's the color of shit? Brown"
But I digress.
Post conviction relief based upon inadequate assistance of counsel is notoriously hard to achieve.
Appellate atrocities abound: Lawyers who were observed to sleep during large stretches of the trial have been found adequate, at least at the initial level of review.
Likewise lawyers confirmed to have been drunk.
What I am saying is that a successful appeal based on lousy lawyering is an uphill fight.