I finally got a chance to run through my emails and actually make some comments. As I was sifting through the hundreds of notifications, I happened upon an email from a friend that I thought might be pertinent to this “Peanut Gallery” post.
Supposedly these few are from a book called “Disorder in the American Courts”, and these were from the Boston court system. I haven’t verified them, but I have a sneaking suspicion they are accurate.
ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn’t it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn’t
know about it until the next morning?
ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?
ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight.
ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
The president of Mexico came to Washington DC and criticized the new Arizona law on illegal immigration. It is no surprise that this man would not be in favor of a law clamping down on illegals from his country. I wonder how many US dollars are sent back to his country by them. Not surprising that Biden and Pelosi stood behind him clapping like seals. Next there was a standing ovation from the House. Aren’t these people mostly lawyers? Let me get my peanuts and a howitzer.
Arizona is getting roughed up again. Now they want English teachers without heavy accents and apparently these teachers must be proficient in the English language. Wow. What will they think of next? I think it might be a good idea to require people fielding phone calls to speak English and understand English. I’m getting tired of being transferred to Guatemala and India when I have a question.
Pass the tissues please. Danica Patrick, female race car driver extraordinaire, (I write with tongue in cheek) is PMSing about her car and her crew.
“I’ve never been bad here before. I’ve never been outside the top 10 on a finish or qualifying, so, it’s not my fault. The car is not good.”
Poor baby. Maybe she could talk to Jeff Gordon and learn how to stop whining. He conquered whining, much to his credit, but in his worst days, I don’t remember him sniveling “It’s not my fault”. So, Danika, you want to play with the big boys? Grow up.
A mother had her son “arrested” to teach him a lesson. Of course now everyone and their brother has an opinion about her tactic. Many years ago, I asked a cop friend to help me figure out a way to slow down the nephew’s dangerous driving. He suggested a scared straight ruse, I agreed to it, and today, the nephew is sane, emotionally stable, and still very much alive. I owe that cop a lot, possibly my nephew’s life.
Source: Fox News, Yahoo news, “Disorder and the American Courts”
