The Cadet was home last week. It was nice having her back in Le Château de Lieberman, even if it was only for a brief period of time. Incidentally, what Sandy and I are really looking forward to is Thanksgiving… Carolyn is about to turn 30 and Chaney is about to turn 21… Thanksgiving itself...
Institutional Malfeasance "If destruction be our lot, we ourselves must be its author and its finisher." These words were spoken by Abraham Lincoln… (for those of you who are currently in public school, the robot guy at Disneyland with the funny beard)… and they ring true today. Over the last week, we have seen the deconstruction of...
Wow. When I am depressed, despondent, and disaffected, I reach for a glass of Lagavulin and my annotated copy of Judge Benitez’s decision in Duncan v Bonta (Becerra). His turn of phrase and invectives at the State make me smile. His full-throated protection of the Second Amendment and the Constitution warms my darkened heart. Last Thursday...
Law school is a wholly loathsome experience. It is frustratingly slow, and in many ways it does not need to be. During the second semester of my second year, I had a sudden realization that there was a “scam” element to this whole enterprise. The actual material needed for comprehension and understanding to be...
Another week, another murderous rampage. This has become pathetic, and our response to it has become equally pathetic. While Sandy, Kavon, and I were in Wisconsin this last week, part of the flotsam and jetsam of human waste decided to seek notoriety by killing a bunch of children. Naturally, there was an immediate and visceral reaction...
Berlin, at the end of the Cold War, was a den of spies, vipers, and other miscreants. It was a beautiful place. A cold martini and a cold blade were in equal abundance and the one constant in this cloudy world was a lack of constants. Light might serve as an antiseptic, but in...
“Congratulations on your promotion, Colonel!” The newly minted Lieutenant Colonel looked up from a brief he was reading. With some degree of difficulty, he shifted his weight in the leather wing-backed chair and forced himself to rise. In his left hand he clutched the brief he was reviewing, while a smoldering cigar delicately was held...
“What compels you to do that Captain?” the Major asked as I tapped the ash from my cigar into the crystal ashtray. “Compels me to do what, Major?” “Tap your ash into the ashtray.” “As opposed to on the floor?” A twinkle in the eye of the Major was captured by the light of the fireplace in front...
Well… last week I wrote about the fiasco called Jan 6th. Most of you gave me some serious attaboys! Some of you were less than pleased with me “supporting the insurrectionists”… sigh. Well, this blog is sure to piss off a bunch of people too! Enjoy. Let's start out with a scene from a John...
“Your client brought a loaded magazine to the airport!” “As I told you, we are not arguing he did it… we explained it was unintentional. He did not realize he had it in his bag.” “You want a plea offer? Fine… I’ll give you a plea offer! 30 days in jail!” “What? You want a surgeon to...
