Love your stuntman, hurtling towards judgment day! Here’s mine.
Not Guilty
Abby’s mother was dying, literally panting, to deliver her latest pronouncement. Her opinion. But as every first-year law student knows, you can’t render a judgment if you don’t have jurisdiction. And Abby had evicted her mom from Abby’s headspace. Summarily. As sure as if the marshal had kicked down the door and dragged out the old magistrate, scattering her belongings at the curb. The judge had been voted out. Impeached. Mom fumbled for her virtual gavel, but it was gone. Her judicial robes transformed back to simple Ann Taylor. Judgment free zone. Hell yes. Case dismissed. No right to appeal.
I love this: “…you can’t render a judgment if you don’t have jurisdiction. And Abby had evicted her mom from Abby’s headspace.” Judgment free zone. Yep!
The armadillo wanders around my yard in the darkness of night, snuffling through mulch in search of insects to devour. At least a couple of times a week, I’m forced to rake over the lumpy messes he makes to keep my landscaping pristine. One night, I meet him face to face, and I pick up a heavy stone to heave at him. But as I cock my arm, I see him lap up what appears to be an enormous cockroach. He chews happily. I drop the rock. Looks like I’ll be doing a bit more raking tomorrow. In broad daylight.
Love your stuntman, hurtling towards judgment day! Here’s mine.
Not Guilty
Abby’s mother was dying, literally panting, to deliver her latest pronouncement. Her opinion. But as every first-year law student knows, you can’t render a judgment if you don’t have jurisdiction. And Abby had evicted her mom from Abby’s headspace. Summarily. As sure as if the marshal had kicked down the door and dragged out the old magistrate, scattering her belongings at the curb. The judge had been voted out. Impeached. Mom fumbled for her virtual gavel, but it was gone. Her judicial robes transformed back to simple Ann Taylor. Judgment free zone. Hell yes. Case dismissed. No right to appeal.
I love this: “…you can’t render a judgment if you don’t have jurisdiction. And Abby had evicted her mom from Abby’s headspace.” Judgment free zone. Yep!
Independence Day
And thx
The lesser of two evils
The armadillo wanders around my yard in the darkness of night, snuffling through mulch in search of insects to devour. At least a couple of times a week, I’m forced to rake over the lumpy messes he makes to keep my landscaping pristine. One night, I meet him face to face, and I pick up a heavy stone to heave at him. But as I cock my arm, I see him lap up what appears to be an enormous cockroach. He chews happily. I drop the rock. Looks like I’ll be doing a bit more raking tomorrow. In broad daylight.
Yeah, that would be my choice, too. It's good to know that something finds those cockroaches tasty.
Mine or Theirs
I thought I detected something in the corner,
Of the room, or my eye, or my mind?
Just beyond my reach,
Just beyond my control,
Something of the future?
Maybe from a dark place undefined.
Maybe from the playground of rich boys.
Who is pushing through the ionosphere?
Who dodges the eternal verities?
Forsaking sine qua non of the denizens
Making my decisions for me.
Leaving me with Hobson’s choice.
Were I able to discern and
Then of course, bring to bear
Due diligence of my stance.
Sway the view, save the masses, relish the unity.
Judgement: mine or theirs.
Wow! Love this, Lois!
Mine or Theirs
I thought I detected something in the corner,
Of the room, or my eye, or my mind?
Just beyond my reach,
Just beyond my control,
Something of the future?
Maybe from a dark place undefined.
Maybe from the playground of rich boys.
Who is pushing through the ionosphere?
Who dodges the eternal verities?
Forsaking sine qua non of the denizens
Making my decisions for me.
Leaving me with Hobson’s choice.
Were I able to discern and
Then of course, bring to bear
Due diligence of my stance.
Sway the view, save the masses, relish the unity.
Judgement: mine or theirs.