Not Today, World

I was going to write about a crazy woman who says she considered suing a veterinarian for refusing to treat her deluded, entitled, ruined son, who say he’s a cat. I have decided not to, because I don’t think it would do any good. I don’t feel like engaging because I expect no reward for my efforts.

“Cat” is a gender now, according to certain leftists. It is not clear whether they realize cats come in two sexes or whether it matters to them, but it is very clear there is no point in asking them.

I was feeling worried about the future earlier in the week, for no good reason. I knew what the problem was. When I pray in tongues a great deal, I feel good, and things go well. When I don’t, I get jittery and problems pile up. I start to feel overwhelmed, which makes sense, because people who don’t pray in tongues are trying to shoulder their own problems, which is disobedient to God.

Over the last couple of days, I have managed to put a lot of time in. I have prayed in tongues quite a bit. I didn’t leave the bedroom today until around 11 a.m. I feel much better. On the other hand, I feel more distanced from our insane, demon-controlled world.

I have made a little effort to watch the Fani Willis scandal unfold, and today I decided to Google Ashleigh Merchant, the lawyer who threw Willis in the fire. As expected, Ms. Merchant is not a Trump attorney. She represents a codefendant.

Trump seems to hire his attorneys on the golf course and perhaps at barbecues peripheral to CPAC instead of making an intelligent effort to find competent people, so he hires a lot of nuts and nincompoops. He hired Rudy Giuliani after he became senile. Of course Trump’s own high-priced lawyers failed to notice Willis’s ethical problems. It would be bizarre if a Trump lawyer did anything intelligent.

I’m not worried about Giuliani suing me for calling him senile, because he can’t afford to pay the fees for filing the case and serving process. And he is, in fact, senile.

For a while, my opinion has been that Giuliani would have done a better job in his youth, because he was a great prosecutor and mayor, but now that I think about it, you don’t have to be a genius to be a prosecutor who puts disgusting mobsters in prison. Maybe Giuliani was always a bad lawyer, but he had easy cases.

Let’s see. He was cum laude at NYU, a very good law school. He was on the law review. He had to be reasonably competent.

He’s senile.

I was looking at information about Ashleigh Merchant, and I saw the usual stuff we hear about lawyers. Her commitments to the profession. The community. Truth, justice, and the American Way. It makes me wince to think about it.

When I was in law school, they pushed that kind of nonsense on us. I didn’t want to be there, but most students did, and most came from non-legal families. Many were extremely proud of their status. Professors and speakers filled their itching ears with spin about the nobility of the profession and our duty to the public. They described lawyers like they were saints and martyrs, but the truth is that nearly all of us were there to line our pockets. I certainly was. I wasn’t out to do anything immoral, but my only reason for attending was to provide for myself.

Lawyers are like movie stars. In front of the public, we virtue-signal like crazy, but behind the scenes, it’s all cynicism and self-promotion.

So far, I have personally witnessed two lawyers–students, actually–talking about our civic duty when they weren’t being paid to do it. One was sincere, and the other was making a stomach-churning, clumsy, fumbling, phony, woke speech in order to get another law student to have sex with him. She appeared to be eating it up, although that doesn’t mean she believed a word of it.

Women like marrying lawyers. This is especially true of women in law school. My mother went to law school for the purpose of getting married.

I will digress.

My grandfather was a big man in Kentucky. He had no sons. He wanted my mother to be a lawyer. She wanted to have fun at school and spend his money.

She was an undergrad at the University of Kentucky, and he told her he would buy her a car if she went to law school. She jumped on the deal. But she had no degree.

She was given an appointment with the law school dean. As a favor, he signed a paper waiving the degree requirement for her. As he did so, he said, “Go on over there and get married.” And she did. I think she quit after one year. If she knew anything about law, it was never apparent to me.

She eventually wrecked the car near Middlefork, an unincorporated area in Powell County, Kentucky, on a curve on Highway 15. She had a bunch of friends in the car. When my grandfather sued the Greyhound company, he claimed their bus crossed the center line. It may even have been true.

I have no idea what kind of person Ms. Merchant is, and I’m not criticizing her personally. I’m just reacting to seeing the “noble profession” stuff repeated one more time. It’s almost always BS, and it’s a plate of BS I have been served many times in the past.

While I was Googling, I saw something about people having a duty to take certain jobs in order to save the world. Boy, do I reject that. If you’re drafted to protect your country, you should serve, but other than that, no. I reject the notion that everyone who has an ability is obligated to use it to do this or that for society. No one will ever be able to make me feel bad about quitting law or failing to pursue medicine and sew up little cleft palates in Haiti. The world is too crazy for me.

Truthfully, I believe I do more by minding my own business, interceding, and giving than I ever could have done taking some kind of service-motivated job. And I am not constantly embroiled in the psychosis that has taken over the world.

Kid says he’s a cat. He really says that. Mom agrees. The right blue-state jury would agree.

Garfield v. Reality. Affirmed, per curiam. Costs and fees to the plaintiff.

My sister had a mental (demonic) break once and decided she was a frog. She jumped into my dad’s pool and wouldn’t come out. My parents didn’t bring her a plate of flies.

To get anywhere in service-motivated jobs that use your talents, you have to jump into the mosh pit and curry favor with the people who run Satan’s world. You have to network and socialize with people you neither like nor respect. You have to deny your beliefs. These days, you have to proactively extol our new Satanic morals. It’s not for me. The world will have to go on without me.

I have to wonder what would happen if I took a pro bono case and refused to call a perverted judge or attorney “she.” Thank God I will never find out. Good luck, little pro bono clients. You’re on your own. Someone else will have to help you get your uncontested divorces, undeserved green cards, and DV restraining orders.

I looked at Rachel Levine today; the fat old Jewish guy who wears a dress and serves as Assistant Secretary of Health. His picture should be on the American flag. Get rid of the old flag, which is clearly performative and transphobic. Give the new flag a pink field. Put Rachel’s picture in the middle, and make sure he’s wearing rainbow body paint and nothing else. That’s America. Everyone salute.

Trump may win. Great. A few things may change for the better, temporarily. America will still be lost and no longer worthy of my misguided secular participation.

Yeshua has been rejected. The Holy Spirit has been rejected. Everyone who belongs to them, including me, has been rejected. I’m not going to keep trying to join Satan’s club. If new cheerleader tryouts are held, I will not attend.

Here’s something interesting I just realized: I have never heard anyone in my family talk about our obligations to society. No one ever told me to run for first grade class president or become a hall monitor. My grandfather was a circuit judge, as was his less-gifted son-in-law, and neither of them ever talked about public service. My dad’s first cousin was a circuit judge. My cousin is a prosecutor. His sister got a degree in psychology. My sister was a prosecutor. I never heard any of them talk about our duty to improve society.

My mother got a degree in social work, so there’s that. While doing practical work as a student, she found out that poor black people could be ungrateful and dangerous. One huge crazy guy forced her to run her hands over his face and tell her she and he were the same. Maybe that’s why she quit. She liked helping the individuals who didn’t terrify her, but to get to them, she had to be around the others.

Anyway, I don’t feel like writing about the cat guy in any depth. I might as well go outside and make mud pies, for all the good it would do.