A great lawyer once told a story about being informed by the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, during argument, the case in which he relied was no longer good law. The great lawyer understood the import of the judges’ observation. The plans of mice and men were just that – plans – and unless the great lawyer came up with a new case and/or an alternative method of traversing the vines of justice, his trip to New Orleans was meaningless, a waste of time.
Looking left, right, staring directly at the great lawyer’s inquisitors (the judges), then downward at the podium was his next moves. Yes they were.
The great lawyer kept his head down and gave no indications of the next move. The inquisitors looked for signs of life. Counting in his head, talking to himself, giving no outward sign of reacting to the inquisitors’ proclamation was the great lawyer’s tact.
Reaching a count of seven – he never said why seven – but seven was when the great lawyer grabbed some of the pages form the case book he brought with him to the podium. The great lawyer made sure he had in his hands the first and last page of the relied upon case. With a dramatic aplomb the great lawyer firmly ripped the pages from the book and exuded, “So much for that.” The great lawyer then flung the dislodged (well actually ripped pages) outward. Gravity took care of the rest, pushing the papers downward onto the courtroom floor.
The great lawyer never told said how the case was resolved; meaning he never spoke whether the inquisitors ruled in for him or against him. Laughter prevented anyone from asking. In hindsight perhaps the story was one an elder provides, an example of life’s lessons many lessons.
Let’s trudge a different path: the art of cooking oftentimes is lost when the cook slavishly adheres to a recipe. Deviating, veering off course, doing the unpredictable and unexpected sometimes lead to new discoveries. Of course, sometimes traveling the road less traveled can lead to predictable disasters. Applying both analogies, I believe our political system is on the road less traveled. Ruts and boulders be damned, moving over and against foreign objects, unwilling to see the predictable disaster awaiting us; ignoring the gross deviation from political norms, day-to-day, hour-to-hour, tweet-to-tweet. Do we survive by mimicking the great, intemperate, trial lawyer; adopting silence, grabbing the known, ripping, tearing – pages from the Constitution – declaring a new day; flinging established principles into the sea, from sea to shiny sea. One more egg – should be okay? Red pepper instead of cinnamon, no problem…? So we say; so they say. Ignoring commonsense, placing the concoction in a microwave oven – might as well – instead of a regular conventional oven, praying for the best. Robust laughter, merriment abounds with our foolhardy decisions.
Veering down a littered path, passengers screaming while others continue to repeat their constant refrain, “floor it … floor it … floor it”. Funny, funny, funny, behavior – funny, funny dreams are ours. While the rest of us fall asleep, watch in horror, or flat hope against reality. Maybe we will come to our senses before ripping away, wholesale, provisions from previously supposed sacrosanct constitutional provisions.
Fake new – “Oh Lord he’s so funny…”
“Would? Wouldn’t? I choose both. I see nothing in the rules saying I can’t choose both.” Scrabble, Scrabble, Scrabbling away … indeed we are.
“Making baseless accusations of improper contact with Russia, or being influenced by Russia, against the president is extremely inappropriate and the fact that people with security clearances are making these baseless charges provide inappropriate legitimacy to accusations with zero evidence.”
The wonderful experiment has gone awry. Telling us (the passengers), and the rest of the world (standing on the edge of the cliff, believing the President’s men and women promises the location was a safe place to stand), that we/they/this country didn’t mean any of the promises held out in the past – to us, others, immigrants, the world.
We saw what we saw. We heard what we heard. Instead we are told we didn’t see or hear either. Hearing faint whispers, “off with their heads”, during the time he/she/they applied maximum pressure to the gas pedal. Their acts are the deliberate act of returning to the days of yore, the good old days, the converting truth to lies, lies to truth.
Angela Merkel, the German Chancellor, has astutely told the rest of the world the United States can no longer be relied upon. She needed not have said so. The world has seen this cartoon before. When the parts were cast for the Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote, we were not assigned the Roadrunner’s role. We know how it ends.
She, Merkel, and the German people should help the French sneak in New York Harbor. Attach two – three – four tugs to the Statue of Liberty (La Liberté éclairant le monde) (Liberty Enlightening the World) and bring the statue back across the pond. Liberté, Liberté, Liberté … the greatest, peaceful coupe d’etat the world has ever seen.
The great lawyer’s story was a wonderfully tale because the great lawyer threw anguish to the wind. He – the great lawyer – exercised the unpredictable, refashioned the facts so as to move the case out of the twixt the inquisitors’ pronouncement had placed him.
He won? He didn’t win? Honestly don’t know; too busy laughing.
Our new plight differs. We are coming dangerously close from being unable to stop in time. No matter how entertaining/unpredictable/well told, this new tale’s conclusion – told by the Aw Gosh! Creator – has become abundantly clear.