I don't feel bad for the Duke Lacrosse players
I was in traffic today, and I saw a car with a Duke bumper sticker on it. Got me to thinking that I don't feel bad for these Duke Lacrosse players. Here's a list why:
1. They engaged in illegal or damn near illegal activity (I can't see how you can pay someone to strip, and she probably was offering services on the side);
2. You got a bunch of rich white kids who decided it woudl be fun to get a black stripper/hooker;
3. They had enough money and clout to beat the rap and get the prosecutor's license lifted;
4. They are going to land on their feet, if they haven't already;
5. You sleep with dogs, you get fleas.
There. Off my chest...
1. They engaged in illegal or damn near illegal activity (I can't see how you can pay someone to strip, and she probably was offering services on the side);
2. You got a bunch of rich white kids who decided it woudl be fun to get a black stripper/hooker;
3. They had enough money and clout to beat the rap and get the prosecutor's license lifted;
4. They are going to land on their feet, if they haven't already;
5. You sleep with dogs, you get fleas.
There. Off my chest...
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quote:Originally posted by Jgreen
Kodiakk, my logic is spot on. This wasn't a licensed strip club- a "stipper" was hired to come to their house, without any supervision, etc. Who did they think was going to come over? Royalty?
Why is it that the people who talk about "ambulance chasing attorneys" don't want to acknowledge that these kids are responsible for creating a situation where you could just see it ending badly? Seems to me that "ambulance chasing attorneys" are only trying to take those persons responsible for wrongdoing to task. But again, that's something that an "ambulance chasing attorney" would say.
Me thinketh you would be singing a different tune if you had been in the same situation during your college days.[}:)]0 -
Heff, the difference between comedy and tragedy is that when you fall off a ladder, it's comedy. When I fall off a ladder, it's tragedy.[;)] 0 -
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James, justice is whatever the system says it is. Justice changes with each different prosecutor, with each different judge, with each different state.
These Duke players got "justice". They didn't even have to have a trial, and the charges were dropped. You could say the system worked better for them than for many of the other innocent persons who have been charged.
I know of a judge who was appointed by our former governor. I have appeared before him a number of times. He's my age, and NEVER set foot in court before he was appointed to the bench. I don't know how much you know about how the law works, but when a motion is filed, in my state, technically, there has to be a brief that goes along with it. Even if the motion is only one or two lines long. Virtually every attorney will save his client the money and time needed to brief an issue that everyone fully understands. You get a case in front of that judge, and if you don't attach a brief, HE WILL DENY THE MOTION. Now, what if you can't afford to pay your attorney to file a brief with a motion, when it is not necessary? YOU AIN'T GETTIN' JUSTICE!
The Supreme Court in our state supposedly is a strict textualist court, meaning that however the law is written, it means what it says and no more. However, the biggest proponent of that rule, when it recently came to his attention that by enforcing this rule, victims of medical malpractice would have their day in court, dissented from the majority and went against his own well-established reasoning, becuase he didn't like the result.
We do have a system of justice, and it worked for the Duke kids, better than most. Why feel bad about that?0 -
We have a system of law. Better than most (any other) I'll grant you, but a system of law. Justice is a misnomer. Read your own words for examples.
My introduction to the legal system was in August and September of 1964. I was leaving the Ice Capades in Greensboro, North Carolina with my girlfriend, now my wife. There was a young policeman directing traffic. His first day on the job. I followed his instructions and hit a 1964 Fort head on with my 1956 Chevrolet. Totaled both, but nobody was hurt. The young cop said he didn't know what to do, so he called his sergeant to the scene. The sergeant asked the traffic cop what happened. I was a little surprised, but the traffic cop told him exactly what happened, the way it happened. The sergeant asked me where I lived. I told him Davisville, Rhode Island. He asked me where I worked. I told him I was in the Navy. He told the traffic cop "write him up for failure to yield."
He wrote me a ticket, took the wife and me to the local jail, the departed for elsewhere. The wife and I had to hang around in the front part of the building while one of the cops huddled up with a bunch of people and the local magistrate in the back. The cop came out and told me my bail was a thousand dollars. I said "Lock me up, I ain't gonna pay it." He said he knew I didn't have that much money, but they had a bondsman who would put up the cash and I would just have to pay him a hundred dollars. I said "I ain't paying you or a bondsman or anybody else, lock me up." He said wait a minute, and he went back into the back.
When he came back out he said my bail was five hundred dollars, that would just cost me fifty. I said "I told you I ain't paying you or a bondsman or anybody else, lock me up." He said wait a minute, and he went back into the back.
When he came back out he said my bail was a hundred dollars and he added "You better take it. I don't think he will go any lower."
My wife (then my girlfriend) said "I have fifty-one dollars, how much do you have?" I looked in my left pocket, and as luck would have it I had forty-nine dollars, so I swallowed my pride and bailed out for a hundred dollars.
My court date was in September and I had to be in Antarctica on 1 October. After we did the "all rise" and worshiped the judge for a few minutes, the bailiff told us everybody there that day was guilty. Anybody who was not guilty would have to see the clerk to get rescheduled for November or December.
I couldn't come back in November or December, so I had to plead guilty. The judge asked me to tell him my version of what happened. I told him. Then he asked the traffic cop who wrote the ticket what happened and he told him almost word for word what I had told him.
The Judge looked at me and said "Are you sure you want to plead guilty to this, son?" I told him I had to because I had to be in Antarctica on 1 October and couldn't be in court in November or December. The judge hit his desk with his little hammer and said "Dollar and cost".
The "cost" was thirty-six dollars. My insurance was cancelled and I was on assigned risk for three years.
Legal? Yes. Justice? No.0 -
quote:Originally posted by Jgreen
Heff, the difference between comedy and tragedy is that when you fall off a ladder, it's comedy. When I fall off a ladder, it's tragedy.[;)]
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quote:Originally posted by Jgreen
And don't give me the crap about strippers are ususally "just trying to make it". The cashier at the grocery store is "just trying to make it". The waitress is "just trying to make it". Strippers are in it for a LOT more, defined in a number of different ways...
so you know a lot of strippers? I thought you didn't associate with such trash[?]0 -
quote:Originally posted by JustC
quote:Originally posted by Jgreen
And don't give me the crap about strippers are ususally "just trying to make it". The cashier at the grocery store is "just trying to make it". The waitress is "just trying to make it". Strippers are in it for a LOT more, defined in a number of different ways...
so you know a lot of strippers? I thought you didn't associate with such trash[?]
He is a lawyer, you believed him?[:0]0
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