there's a nasty system crash to deal with. Now I've got jury
Cartoon Dieties of 2010 are trying to tell me something.
Would you believe I've spent the last two days listening
to two very expensive wastes of DNA in very expensive
suits yelling "Oh,
no she di-int!"
and "Oh, yes she di-id!" back and forth at each
other before twelve very bored and very unlucky bastards?
One of whom just happens to be a self-employed web cartoonist
who never seems to get enough sleep.
And all about a simple car accident in which nothing got
hurt except some paint!!!!
The voir dire alone for this travesty lasted two long
hours, with each attorney trying desperately to take us into
their greasy confidence before dooming us to this living
hell. I made
mistake of asking what the fuck, in so many words, is taking
so long to pick a jury, that they'd do better with a set
darts and some rohypnol. I think they selected me
just to punish me for my insolence. Let's not give the rabble
any ideas or anything.
It used to be that simply marking "pagan" in the "religion"
box on the jury form was enough to get me sent happily home
before the lunch whistle. By all indications, regarding those
set free to continue their drab little lives, it appears
that acting like a mute ignoramus is all I really
Which, on reflection, shouldn't be that much of a stretch
Genius that I am <cough> it suddenly occurred to me that there may yet
be one of two of you not yet exposed to the phenomenon of "clean coal".
It's a catch-phrase that the mining industry has been eagerly fomenting to make
you, the general public, associate the two words together, even they're about
as compatible as salt and prostate
cancer. Buttons and prostate cancer. Bacon
You get the drift.
For more on the insidiousness of this campaign I urge to read this for
background and this for
PS - A big "Thank you!" to reader J. Mr. Delfin for his help with an
errant chemical formula.