Brainsalad
The frightening consequences of electroshock therapy

I'm a middle aged government attorney living in a rural section of the northeast U.S. I'm unmarried and come from a very large family. When not preoccupied with family and my job, I read enormous amounts, toy with evolutionary theory, and scratch various parts on my body.

This journal is filled with an enormous number of half-truths and outright lies, including this sentence.

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Objections from Satan

Today, I raised this objection and I just have no idea where it came from. I just heard something that I didn't like the sound of and I started spewing at the judge without a clue as to what I was saying. This was just a spontaneous guess that there might be a rule of evidence that would prevent this evidence from coming in. For some reason, the judge bought it.

This is the second time that this has happened to me. I remember in the last trial I passed a note to my client that said, "I'm just making this up and I have no idea what I'm talking about." That time the judge bought it too.

I wonder if this is part of the process of developing as an attorney. Just open mouth and let Fred Demon Lord of Bullshit say whatever he wants. Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel of developing into a decent litigator: a sickly, yellow burning flame of eternal damnation.


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