In space no-one can hear you scream.

Nei­ther can they in the fuck­ing blaw­gos­phere. Yes, Geeklawyer is not a happy bunny. What the bug­gery fuck­ing bol­locks do we bar­ris­ters pay the cunt­ing idiots at the Bar Coun­cil for? Why will they not advert effec­tively on our behalf as we, on the front-line, duck under the hail of poi­soned bolts hurled at us with glee­ful aban­don by our stunted aphoretic enemies.

Our pro­fes­sion is being dis­man­tled slowly by retarded cretins who pass their com­mu­nal sin­gle ema­ci­ated brain cell to one another via a slow motion baton relay race. And yet they still best us. These peo­ple who were not good enough to get pupil­lages them­selves because they were too crap to get into decent uni­ver­si­ties or get a decent degree and who all slope of to become solicitor-inadequates.

And then these pro­fes­sional and intel­lec­tual third rates, in com­bi­na­tion with the failed bar­ris­ters in the gov­ern­ment, con­spire to under­mine our pro­fes­sion and crim­i­nal jus­tice. Why?

Because they want to wear a wig and pre­tend they are lawyers. We get our cen­turies old pro­fes­sion ruined; and the poor brain dead chav arse­holes at the pointy end of the crim­i­nal jus­tice sys­tem get jailed because some light­weight from a poly­tech­nic wants to boast to their mates at the local car­rot crunch­ing Rotar­ian branch. And of course the guilty ones get off, pre­sum­ably wav­ing to inno­cent ones being fer­ried off to a lengthy prison sen­tences in pri­vate Group4 secu­rity vans.

Of course for those of us at the better-off , non-criminal, end of the Bar the prob­lem is imma­te­r­ial. But I really really really want to kick some shirt-lifter hard in the mouth.

Excuse me apol­o­gists, but the prob­lem with a smaller more focussed Crim­i­nal Bar is that it may not see the big­ger pic­ture, you fawn­ing cum swal­low­ing cretinous fuck­ing buffoons.

We once had a proud and noble pro­fes­sion with the view that advo­cacy was a call­ing exer­cised in favour of those less able to aid them­selves. A sense of nat­ural jus­tice intel­lec­tual curios­ity philo­soph­i­cal objec­tiv­ity and human decency led us to our calling.

Every­one else who wanted a plat­inum Amex became a solic­i­tor. We have slowly allowed our­selves become bas­tardised & degen­er­ate from our val­ues. The pro­les have had their small vic­tory and our with­er­ing ago­nised mac­er­a­tion is their victory.

Now, fuck off: I am gen­uinely a bit upset & I need a beer and a blow-job. Or just a beer at least.