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(1) "There is no separation of power. That's why the Florida Bar and the Florida Supreme Court can do things like condone incompetence and appoint U.S. Presidents." Crackhead Jesus said. "Don't you know that? Look it up. Go ahead. I'm not kidding, Boy." I sat in silence looking into the dark shadow that filled the top half of Crackhead Jesus' head. "What the hell you messing around these parts, Boy?" He said with growing anger. "Go home? Give the fat man some money and go home happy. It's the American Dream, Kid. Don't you want to live it?" Crackhead Jesus said before disappearing behind the Bench. I stood silent, trying not to appear frazzled. I watched the Judge while he read the next Paragraph. “Paragraph ten, I’ll allow to stand.” The Pages and Paragraphs began to sing as the Judge read through each Paragraph and ruled in my favor. Paragraph Ten entered my ears as a soothing falsetto. “The law firm of Conde and Cohen violated rule 4-1.1 Competence. The law firm of Conde and Cohen failed to foresee the legal problems caused by Aaron R. Cohen upon the client and established a clear lack of competent representation.” "You think American Baseball and the U.S. Justice System will try to prove a point with Barry Bonds and former Broward Sheriff Ken Jenne?" Newt-Gingrich asked. "Jesus Christ! You startled me, Newt. Did you see Crackhead Jesus standing in front of me?" "What are you talking about, Kid? Who's this Crackhead Jesus you keep mentioning?" "He was standing right there, in front of me, a few minutes ago. You didn't see him?" "I think you are losing your mind, Kid. By the way, tell me honestly, what has having your attorney as a tenant taught you?" "To question leadership and authority." I answered truthfully. |
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