Henry VI Part II

"The first thing we'll do is kill all the lawyers, "

Those who defend the legal profession are quick to point out that when Dick the Butcher uttered those famous words, in Henry VI as written by William Shakespeare and then goes on to advocate hanging, "With his ink and quill horn around his neck", that this is not in fact a condemnation of the entire profession.

Quite the contrary, the words, when read in context actually point out that the first step to rebellion or revolution is to kill the lawyers.

Shakespeare was trying to imply that lawyers are the ones who maintain law and without them, we would have a society of lawlessness.

This may have been true in that time and place. Bear in mind that England does not have quite the same type of government that we enjoy here. The checks and balances that make up the foundation of our government were trumped at that time, by a monarchy, so it was the lawyers who helped to maintain order and balance withing the legal system.

Well, welcome to the zeros! This is simply not the case in 21st century America. contrary to what they may wish to believe, lawyers are not the glue that holds our society together.
They simply represent a necessary, but unpleasant facet of our civilization, right up there with trash collectors, morticians and bill collectors.

They deal with the refuse of society, and profit of the misfortunes of others.

Is it then, any wonder, why so many of them prefer the term "attorney", to "lawyer," knowing that "lawyer" and "liar" sound too much alike for many people to differentiate between the two. And further realizing that many people would not bother to differentiate even if they could?

OK, Got that off my chest.

I have been waiting patiently, for quite some time, for a trial that was supposed to take place on January 31, then was postponed to March 31, and now had been postponed indefinitely.

The explanation seems vague, filled with lots of words that have many syllables but say nothing. What it boils down to is this. Two lawyers, neither of who have nearly as much at stake as I do, get together on a regular basis and make plans, changes, and decisions as to when it will be the most convenient for them to have their little meetings and conferences.

Never mind the fact that each time they delay it makes my life a living hell.

Never mind the fact that they are playing with my life, my livelihood and my future. All that matters is whether or not my life somehow interferes with their tee time.

Well, I hope they get their tee times, and I hope both of them end up with their balls in the lake.

Where's Dick the Butcher when you need him?