The "Practice" of Law
A small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to the stand in a trial -- a grandmotherly, elderly woman. He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know me?" She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a young boy. And frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a rising big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you never will amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."
The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?" She again replied, "Why, yes I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. I used to baby-sit him for his parents. And he, too, has been a real disappointment to me. He's lazy, bigoted, he has a drinking problem. The man can't build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the shoddiest in the entire state. Yes, I know him."
At this point, the judge rapped the courtroom to silence and called both counselors to the bench. In a very quiet voice, he said with menace, "If either of you asks her if she knows me, you'll be in jail for contempt within 5 minutes!"
What is Politics?
A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is Politics?"
Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I'm the head of the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the People. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense."
So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.
Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now." The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about." The little boy replies, "The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in Deep Do-Do."
The united states' and Texas' assemblage of contumacious and truculent nomothetics is ensorcelled with a farrogoes of self-professed eupatrides asserting an connatural intrinsic proprietorship of nomology. The majority of the eupatrides are not of an inexculpatable genus. Exteriorizing as barristers, soliciters, ambulance-chasers, barraters, judges, assizes, conclaves, lawmakers, pow-wowers, conspirators, cabalists, mutineers, betrayers, etc., they postulate themselves to be high-muck-a-mucks superincumbent to the nations' isocractic sovereigns. They don their Babylonian habiliments in rancor demeanor in spite of their occupational foetor and obstreperous unbridled methodology of domineering and encumbering humankind.
Eupatrides are elucidatory enigmas and exemplary of Mellinkoff's explication of the locution "human beings," inasmuch as it is inescapable they are derivatives of nephridium hybridism and misalliance. They confederate confluently into phratria to tyrannize the People of Texas with nice-nellyism.
Eupatrides are beleaguered by hydatrids on the cerebrum which causes the eupatride to be hydrocephalous. This predicament utterly engenders the eupatride to have an excrescent comportment, imitating themselves as sanctimonious, pretentious, prevenacious, presumptuous narcisistics. The excess to which this is manifested causes eupatrides to be corybantic by an infinitesimal feailleton or facetiacor.
The gyneocrocracy of the eupatridic profession are chronically validating themselves to be the equivalent of their staminate counterpart. Both archetype desiderate to be the occultation between citizen and Creator.
As the veritable Sovereigns of Texas we must fritter incessantly at their vacuous presupposed pretension to prepotency, forasmuch as it is indubitably friable. It is contemplated by a multitudinous aggregate of sovereigns that it is past the season that the procreativeness of the stamin gender of the eupatridal variety be hammered to a plinth or painstakingly disjoined. This evisceration will result in pullulation and presumably expurgate this lineage of personages by eventuating their idolization of any priaprianics.
Some Texans proffer to exuviate the twain coterie phratria inasmuch as they are nevertheless palpitating. Indeed variant divagating Texans desideratum is to obturate the binary stratosphere ports of eupatrides bequeathed by their proboscis and at the homogeneous occurrence occludent the immoderate ariboflavininosic orifice until oesophagostenosis is effectuated.
From the exordium to the exorcism the Texans will procure a extensonmeter for mensuration of the attainment of consummation of annihilation of the saprogenous-nephridium eupatridic phratria. In comparison to the pirrefragable sovereigns the monticule eupatridic phylum is a glomerule elucidating hebephrenia. Their hyaline assumptive camouflage by government and the eupatride rococo behavior is ephemeral. Isochronally, this phratria is nous in mendaciousness of the cornucopia of Texans through neonism. They are neap in rectitude or veridical probity. They have engendered themselves pyknic, endomorphic and inutile to society. Their transgressions are immutable. Immurement while they dissipate inordinate oxygen is imperative, since they chimerically embrute themselves to the citizens and correspondingly limn themselves as the exhibition of indefectibility.
These eupatrides are deprecatorily calumniating to the People, yet they themselves are opprobrium. Via their logomachy and logorrhea their disingenuousness and perfidiousness is defrauding the People of Texas. Eupatrides are manciples at denuded venality, rapacity, and prestidigitation. These malefactors of predilections in our Texas are no more than pyogenic and inexorably putrescent to civilization.
The Texas Peoples' mandatary of extinction of these cankers is limpid. They cozen to be ingenuous and puritanical but consummate their occupations in a conjuncture of noctambulation. Their unmitigated metier is an opuscule. Texans are optatively oppugning the parvenu of these eupatrides and their pleonasms. We must not approbate this incongruous aberrance of eupatridic propensity to ted intercomparable as phthisis. These eupatrides are peregines to the iscocracy of Texas. Texas is irredenta to the demirep jezebel united states and its regime of demimondaine adjudicators. This explorative transliteration is the Texan's jeremiad and vilipend.
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