Disclaimer: Blame LinkedIn, a provocative bar-room conversation, and recent court related absurdities for this piece—which, unlike my last fiction (yes, fiction—I swear), recklessly tackles real events while trying (and probably failing) not to sound preachy.
A bundle of papers, found its mark at the temple of justice the other day. Not a first-timer, apparently. Members of this family, I hear, have graced the sacred bench before. So much for first-generation practitioners.
Sorry to disappoint, dear readers, but this isn't about the projectile. Neither is this another moral guide to the legal galaxy. The perpetrator has extracted enough attention already. As tempting as it is to take the high ground, I abstain. Some acts transcend satire.
The incident did get me wondering, how our courtrooms have become reality TV. A bad one at that. Only text, no context.
Poor context has been mauled to death by rage baits!
