Utah, Get Me Two

Badassedry at its finest, I dedicate this site to Gary Busey's performance as Angelo Pappas in Point Break. An absolutely phenomenal movie that I try to live my life by.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

She deserved it.

It's a line that every defense attorney gasps internally but fears to say: She deserved it. The fucking victim's rights law empowers every piece of shit white trash hillbilly as a demoralized victim fighting the system for their rights. And those rights invariably involve the highest of punishments for every dangerous "criminal" that has ever wronged them. I've always believed that it's very rare for one person to ever be completely responsible for any given wrong. This leads to the strong implication that the pure "victims" may have brought it on themselves. Sometimes, they even deserved it.

Of course, it's difficult to flat out say this. But anyone with a sense of fairness knows there is a difference between being blindsided by a mountain lion, or intentionally approaching said lion until it rips your throat out. It's natural to feel more sympathy for the blindsided octagenarian than the Johnny Utah who intentionally provokes a cougar until attacked.

I felt that this would be the case in my sentencing today. My 19 year old client with serious mental problems, two children, and a 9th grade education had plead to her first ever offense: substantial battery with use of a dangerous weapon. Basically, a fat, white, drug-dealing redneck woman was calling her at all hours of the night telling this "offensive racial slur" to get out of her town. When my client showed up to yell at her, she charged her and ended up getting clubbed in the head with a baseball bat. Had I been the district attorney, I would have congratulated my client for the excellent display of vigilante justice and called it a day. However, the victim wanted "justice."

So a PSI comes back recommending 3 years probation and 9 months jail. The D.A. caps his "maximum" at 9 months jail and recommends 6 months at the hearing. I recommend the same. The "victim" shows up and demands the max for this social parasite...and the judge gives it. Seven and a half years in prison. Her kids are orphaned, her future ruined, and the financial support she gave to her family is eliminated. All so a racist, small-time drug and stolen goods dealer could demand fair treatment from the system. When sentence was imposed, the "victim" gave a high-five to her baby daddy and made a smart-ass remark to me at the door to the court house. It took every ounce of my self-control not to curb stomp her. This was the only time my work made me physically sick and I think I'm going to remember this one for years to come. The fact of the matter is, this "victim" deserved it, but justice wasn't done.

Maybe I'll watch some Raising the Bar to see if Zack Morris offers me a situation to identify with.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

I'll never truly understand

I represent alot of people that the rest of us would call "losers." You know, unemployed criminals with poor grammar, poor hygeine, hideous deformities and an artificial gangster stroll. However, it rarely fails...they all have smoking hot girlfriends.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK fuck fuck.

I predicted it, but hoped like nothing else that I was wrong. Well, fuck. I was right. The fucking Wisinconsin Bager blew another one and now we're off to the land of unranked fuckdome and expectations of the fucking Motor City Bowl. After we blow it with Penn State next week, I'm going to have to resume the tradition of getting drunk before games, because they will be altogether too depressing to watch sober.