(1) "And that it is easier to win if you don't play by the rules, right? Isn't that what your former tenants have taught you?" Newt-Gingrich asked. "It ain't over yet." I answered. "Look at the careers of Barry Bonds, Ken Jenne, and Scooter Libby, Kid. It's just another beautifully chaotic day in the good ol' American Democratic neighborhood. It's all about greed. Greed and power. Welcome to the brave new-real-world." "The Lied To Generation." I heard The Three Muses chant from behind. I turned to look at them. They smiled back at me. Their beauty and innocence filled me with strength. "You have issues with the fact that the Florida Bar association sees no ethical violations or conflict of interest in your attorneys behavior, right? Just because you think your law firm is incompetent and shows poor judgement, you think you should be able to fire them, is that it, Kid?" Newt-Gingrich asked. "You don't think that is reasonable?" I answered with a question. "Where have you been?" He laughed. "Haven't you heard of Alberto Gonzales and George Bush Jr.?" I stared back without answering. "Oh, I get it." He said raising an eyebrow. "You're worried that if the law firm of Conde and Cohen appears unethical or incompetent, then it's guilt by association. That's it, isn't it?" The Court room seemed to slow down around me as Newt-Gingrich interrogated my conscious. "You think people will think you are stupid and unethical if the law firm you bankroll is stupid and unethical, is that it?" His question floated into my fiber of being. "Stupid is as stupid does, isn't that what Forrest Gump said?" I stood there looking stupid. "Well now you know how some white bosses feel when they can't fire a lazy and stupid employee because the slacker is Black or Hispanic and has a lousy unethical lawyer who shouts racial discrimination, like Al Sharpton sometimes does." "Code Two." I heard The Three Muses sing. "Only this time the joke is on you isn't it, Mr. Smart Minority Man. The tables are turned. You found yourself a world renowned doctor and a dumb Jewish attorney that you can't evict or fire. Good for you, you lucky motherfucker, now you know what it feels like to be a successful white man. Welcome to the club of dealing with attorneys and doctors all day." My eyes popped out of my sockets like I had just sat on a chair full of sharp thumbtacks. "Didn't Aaron R. Cohen graduate from a Christian University?" Newt-Gingrich asked, appearing non-plussed by my stunned facial reaction. "What does your friend Crackhead Jesus think about that?" "I think that's kind of funny actually." Crackhead Jesus answered from a shadow behind the Bench. |
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