This is the weirest thing Geeklawyer ever heard. A carbon nanotube acting as a radio?!! Makes Geeklawyer wonder if becoming a lawyer was a mistake and he should have remained an R&D physicist.
Nah. No chicks & the money is shit. Geeklawyer was, many many years ago, refused the opportunity to join a team developing nuclear weapons. He never got over that lost opportunity to participate in the ultimate act of destruction - the Bar is pretty puny by comparison.
Jesse Helms goes to keep his buddy Saddam company. Dubya to follow soon one hopes, and Tony Bliar, then they can all have a fascist circle-jerk.
You see, Geeklawyer thought America was the Evil Empire (™), ya know, Dubya Bush, Guantanamo etc, but he saw this video and realised that beneath the humour Jack English was right: we limeys suck ass. No more scones or tea for GL, nor Whiskey: just bourbon and homosexuality.
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Ruthie lies about me giving her tea in bed and doesn’t get the point of the infamous hoody:
These videos are on their side: Geeklawyer was not stoned, honest;
For some readon the Wurzel’s “I’ve got a rand New Combine Harvester” sent Ruthie to sleep.
It’s traditional to give thanks to the mysterious and suspiciously evasive editor of Blawg Review for the privilege of dancing in the Blawg Carnival. In the case of this reviewer perhaps not only thanks but apologies & sympathy should be offered, and perplexity expressed.
Geeklawyer says “sympathy” since his reputation as a tabloid legal blogger may have led Mr Ed to believe that this will be wild-card review full of inappropriate vulgarity, drunken foul mouthed ranting and incendiary content: i.e. a normal Geeklawyer posting. Why risk such a thing? One can only speculate - perhaps like many a sybarite Mr Ed’s decadent palette has become jaded: mayhap too many years of abusing serving girls and summer associates has taken its toll. No matter, we will proceed apace and to the devil the hindmost.
Apologies are called for since the review is a few hours late, but with a really great excuse: Geeklawyer got smashed at the infamous hippy Glastonbury music festival (a superior but continuing version of Woodstock) that he attended with Ruthie. The time sort of slipped by. Contrary to the disgraceful slur by the editor of Blawg Review Geeklawyer was not beaten up by Amy Winehouse (who was a crap act by the way), he was shagging her Greek style to console her while her husband is the clink. As a result this may be the Blawg Review with the highest number of errors and the quickest written ever: OK, you try writing 1500 words in 2 hours after an hour’s sleep, 20 lines of coke, 2 tabs of acid and several gallons of cider.
July 4th 1776 - a day that will live in infamy
And why perplexity? This Blawg Review will escape into the wild just in time for July the fourth. This date has become well known in the journals of revisionist history. Due to their egregious and flagrant unwillingness to put all the required vowels into words like ‘colour’ we British finally succeeded in ejecting America from the Empire. The absurd lie was then spoken and has become embedded that it was we who were ejected. Manifest tosh and piffle of course.
In the spirit of willing Geeklawyer has attempted to live down to his reputation to please Mr Ed. Thereto, copious amounts of cocaine have been snorted; entire flagons of mead have been quaffed; several underage girls despoiled for their future husbands and an American dictionary has been installed in the word processor so that Geeklawyer can remove all those challenging vowels.
Vile Europeans
I say “Americans” of course even though not all readers will be American, but the webserver logs indicate that more USians read this blog than us limeys. And as for our continental cousins, not only are we not kissing but we are barely on speaking terms. Indeed moves are afoot to run cheese-wire under our fair and sceptered isle to sever it from the European continental shelf. Once that is done we shall paddle our way over the pond and anchor ourselves off Long Island.
So it can be understood that Geeklawyer will not bother with the flatulent French, the bastardly Bosche, the boring Belgians nor any other of our down-market neighbours to whom we have been shackled by the vicissitudes of tectonic whim.
Oh, why your author’s usage of the third person? We Brits have few virtues but pretentiousness is one of them and your author aims to excel.
But concise writing is, even after several eternal introductory paragraphs, all. Let us, then, proceed with Blawg Review #166 whose two themes, required by the traditions of Blawg Review, are the celebration of Britain’s victorious escape from the crushing burdens of ownership of America: “Independence”, and Eisenstein’s seminal liberation film “Battleship Potyomkin”.
“Men and Maggots”
One cannot begin to travel into the Blawg wilderness without pausing for victuals & light refreshment at the outpost known as “What About Clients”. What about clients indeed. This blawg is the vanity Humvee of Dan.J.Hull of the boutique Pennsylvania firm Hull-Mcquire. From within the blawg’s armoured shell JD yells weird things at passing web visitors in the hope that none possess an RPG.
Dan’s central premise is that clients matter above all else. It’s a sweet idea. And completely fucking nuts. Obviously. Geeklawyer has berated him as much many a time and JDH has looked at him as though he had said “So, I hear your daughter is a hot date. Can I have her cellphone number?” One suspects, indeed hopes, that this is no more than a cynical marketing ploy. The accusation remains, nonetheless, that Dan is a depraved evil sociopathic neocon ambulance chasing beast pretending he loves his clients merely to get into their wallets. That may strike a chord with you and if so recall that the chord is, as mathematicians will confirm, the shortest distance between a lawyer and his punter’s wallet.
Classic expositions of his philosophy are the 12 rules. If you believe all this ‘Client Love’ bollocks then they are rules to carve on your children’s hearts; but even in a 7 point font ‘Represent Only Clients You Love.’ doesn’t work for your author who is a member of the English Bar where the Cab Rank Rule largely prevents one declining punters; our junior colleagues, solicitors, do have that luxury. The true view of a client is as that of a wolf for a lamb: a tasty snack that might just make a nice pair of mittens after the eating. If you want a friend, find Jesus; but punters are for bleeding.
“Drama at the Harbour”
Victoria Pynchon at Negotiation Law has comments on negotiating with psycopaths. In our profession we frequently come across those people whose prime motivation is their self gratification, the infliction of random pain on the undeserving, a total lack of empathy, a desire to torture small animals and a resilience to punishment. But that’s more than enough about partners.
“A Dead Man Calls for Justice”
Scott Greenfield comments on Judge Alex Kozinski being caught with pr0n on his website. If there is anything more fun than watching a car crash it’s watching someone famous having one. One cannot help but observe that, on the one hand, Alex is casting around for excuses and mitigation like a man whose career is mortal peril:
“… he thought the site was for his private storage and that he was not aware the images could be seen by the public, although he also said he had shared some material on the site with friends.”
“Yale [errant offspring] called and said he’s pretty sure he uploaded a bunch of it,” Kozinski wrote in an e-mail to Abovethelaw.com, a legal news website. “I had no idea, but that sounds right because I sure don’t remember putting some of that stuff there.“
While on the other, it’s a matter of pretty little substance and the reaction more one indicative of American puritanism. Man caught with porn. Wow. His only sin appears to be one of not being geeky enough to configure an Apache webserver without his son’s aid.
In truth the cow picture is very good, the political commentary on Bush is ripe (three cunts on display) and the aroused donkey bizarrely bad.
“Paul Revere Rides” (or “The sexists are coming!!”)
If you are a chick lawyer who relishes eating your own placenta, using hemp tampons and railing against the vile hate agenda of the male oppressor, then boy, is there a blog for you: Feminist Law Professors. A blawg for wimmin’ by wimmin’ about wimmin’.
Geeklawyer tried to find a post there to set fire to, but frankly it was all so damnably dull he fell asleep: gem titles include ‘Gender and Copyright’ ‘Pimp Empowerment’. Right on sister. On the plus side giving these little girlies tenure does at least keeps them out of law firms; but really, they do need husbands to keep them busy.
As a fellow given to nostalgia Geeklawyer rather misses the 1980’s: Duran Duran, Miners strikes, Retarded Reagan, Cruise missile protests at Greenham Common. *sigh*. It’s nice to see a little slice of it clinging on, limpet like, in the reality free environment of academia.
“The Odessa Staircase”
Of course not all law professors are a waste of space. While the feminist professors are busy staring angrily into their vaginas, over at the Volokh Conspiracy they are discussing two year law degrees. To the eyes of a limey this looks a bit odd. We have to do a three year law degree (or 1 year post-grad conversion) and then a professional degree followed by a year on the job training (AKA pupillage or a training contract for barristers & solicitors respectively). Two years seems remarkably thin gruel if US degrees also incorporate professional training as well as academic, and it seems so. Jordan Furlong has an interesting perspective that it may actually be about recruiting the best candidates from a limited pool rather than pleasing law schools and law firms. Nonetheless law degrees are frenetic at the best of times so making the hamsters spin the law wheel even faster seems cruel, albeit entertaining. Geeklawyer can’t say he’d want advice on contracts from a pre-pubescent yuppie who’d crammed ‘Consideration’ into a three week slot just before Christmas.
The battle of Camden
For non-Americans the obsession American christian fundamentalist nut-jobs have with preserving foetuses on the one hand and their right to terminate them when they become a fully developed version caught breaking and entering one’s house is amusing. The US Supreme Court’s minty fresh Heller decision has been debated endlessly on too many blogs to enumerate. The most interesting posts analyse the role of the judiciary in using flexible and transitional definitions on a non-definitive constitutional text, a concept Geeklawyer has some difficulty with but which others seem not to. John Phillips at ‘the Word on Employment’ reflects on the view that the judgment doesn’t appear, first appearances aside, to interfere with an employer’s right to prohibit guns in the workplace or the right to regulate unusual or dangerous weapons. Which is a damned shame really because there is potentially nothing more amusing than a disgruntled postman with a flamethrower and a really huge supply of petroleum gel.
Bored with Themes now
There is no doubt about it: you are pretty hip dear reader. you wouldn’t be here otherwise & most lawyers don’t understand blogs. In the US that won’t last much longer as they become just another tick box in the firm’s marketing plan. Kevin O’ Keefe had the good idea of trying to master this explosion of blawgs with his newly born LexMonitor service. The idea is a good one but unfortunately Scott H. Greenfield just leant over the side of the child’s cot and said “Christ buddy, that’s the ugliest fucking baby I ever saw“.
On this side of the puddle Geeklawyer will predict a demonstration of the dangers of having your blawg run by a hotshot lawyer who is the only on who ‘gets’ blawging. Award winning IMPACT was always a really good blawg but it was the bitch of Alex Newson who has just moved to Shoosmith to spread the word. Geeklawyer suspects that like his own grandmother IMPACT will now die a lingering painful death: but he won’t enjoy this nearly as much. The UK needs more IP blawgers. In the Interim there remains the obscenely authoritative IPKat from Professor Phillips and his motley crew running around in the Scooby-doo van rescuing IP wherever it is found in distress. One post that caught IP lawyer Geeklawyer’s eye was an impending appeal to the European court against the ruling that pubs have to buy expensive licences to allow soccer to be shown. Soccer is, of course, watched by chav scum and if that were all it wouldn’t matter, but it may restrict pubs ability to show the gentlemen’s game of Rugby Union which would be a disaster. What would one watch while drinking mead?
Would someone please call an ambulance for Mr Ed? He appears to have become unwell.
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update: Geeklawyer has had his ass handed to him in a sling by Mr Ed who is outraged that Canada Day in London was not mentioned. Mea Culpa. He did know about it and did intend to mention it but, well, you know his excuse if you read the review. Not only has Mr Ed ripped him a new one but anticipated his Canadian Friends will too (hi Mary). for the record Geeklawyer is an unqualified fan of Canada: America without the testoterone or Guantanamo; if only they could get rid of the retarded French speaking bit they’d be perfect.
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“And now, smashing into Blawg Review like a nuclear blast or a particle beam death ray, comes Blawg Review #166, detonated by an anonymous English barrister known only as GeekLawyer. Replete with foul language and links to pornographic images, Blawg Review #166 recalls to mind the words uttered to redbaiting U.S. senator Joseph McCarthy, “Have you no sense of decency, sir, at long last? Have you left no sense of decency?”
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Blawg Review has information about next week’s host who will post on time, and instructions on how to get your blawg posts reviewed in upcoming issues. Alas no tips on how to score weed or pull hot chicks. Damn.
Written constitutions are a fine thing for the most part. While not much of a constitutional theorist Geeklawyer has often thought that a constitution defined rigidly enough to prevent subsequent power grabs to be good. Some favour a document that everyone can read and understand, a flexible ‘back of the envelope’ thing knocked up in 5 minutes in the pub; e.g. the American Constitution.
Fine, but as anyone who has ever had to argue a statute in court knows, broad flexible documents leave much to interpretation. That’s fine when honest men draft and virtuous men decide, but that contingent condition is, in this cynic’s view, rarely met.
Perhaps in simpler times when the problems were less involved a simple document was all that was needed and parliaments could be relied on for decency. Perhaps.
An illustration of the difficulty in the latter, in a Parliament heavily whipped by the executive, is the story in the Times whereby a constitutional reform bill, sold to the electorate as being one to improve accountability transparency and honesty, has been subverted to do the reverse. The Attorney General, both politican and legal advisor - nice separation of powers, was widely criticised for not disclosing his advice on the illegal Iraq war and was then leant on by Phoney Tony to reinterpret the advice in more convenient light. Being a grasping ambitious lickspittle he obliged.
The reforms were posited to remove the structural deficiencies allowing that to happen, but as ex-AG Lord ‘fatty’ Falconer said the bill has descended into meaningless waffle. Far from removing the power of abuse it would increase it. For example the AG can now step in with new explicitly powers to spike politically inconvenient prosecutions like the investigation into the corrupt payments BAE gave to the Saudis.
So, like Geeklawyer said, to get a good constitution you need honest men: Tony Bliar? ineffectual Gordon ‘closet queen’ Brown, Preening Cameron? Righty ho.
Geeklawyer is off to Glastonbury Music Festival this week. He is going to have a few brews with his nigga homey Jay-Z to get him freoned after the dissin’ he got.
As well as wallow in the mud Geeklawyer will be cavorting with arch rival blawger Ruthie; they will be sharing a tent and fully expect to be able to clear an entire field to have it to themselves.
There is a terrific service called Qik that lets one stream from some smartphones - it has proven a success on Geeklawyer’s N95 and it is hoped that a live streaming video will be done from the festival at some point.
Sadly Geeklawyer suspects that Ruthie’s aversion to Geeklawyer’s bad behaviour may need to be controlled if he is to have any fun. She may even insist on him showering at some point in the week - tshh, showering at Glasto?! Damned woman’s mad.
In an act of, possibly, drunken self-confidence the editor of Blawg Review some 18 months ago invited Geeklawyer to do the July 4th review. The normal remit of Blawg Review is to provide balanced intelligent incisive and/or amusing reviews of global law blogs. Quite what possessed him to invite Geeklawyer to do it is beyond comprehension. Indeed ‘Ed’, now sober, seems to be of a similar view if today’s email is to be believed:
“Hello Geeklawyer,
With trepidation, we’re looking forward to your presentation of Blawg
Review #166 next Monday.“
Tripping lightly over the use of the royal ‘We’, Geeklawyer is hard pressed not to sympathise. Does a moment of drunken hubris survive a retraction of appointment? “Dear Geeklawyer we think that, like Lord Byron, you are mad bad and dangerous to know. But unlike him, with no discernable talent, so we have given your slot to a lawyer”
Apparently not.
Nonetheless should any law related blawger/blogger wish to subject himself to the mercies of Geeklawyer they may be assured a sympathetic response. No guarantee will be given of review since space is limited but UK blawgers are particularly welcome. However, tedious European blawgers can keep themselves to themselves, thank you, as even a Europhile like Geeklawyer has a bordedom threshold more than 1 nanometre high.
Submissions should be made to Geeklawyer via the Blawg Review submissions page.
Many people wonder how it is that a first class cunt like Geeklawyer has a harem of hot totty and a bunch of lady stalkers (some of whom are gracious enough to send him their soiled underwear in the post - sweet).
Geeklawyer is not one for deep thinking on anything much except how to milk his punters for more money but even he has wondered why it was that hot classy totty like Lawminx, Ruthie, Opinionated Bean, Mrs Robinson, Juxtajazz, and any one of dozens of other totty GL can’t even faintly remember, worshipped the very ground he walked on.
The answer is now revealed by researchers: narcissism, psycopathic behaviour and Machiavellianism. That triad of bad behaviour all leads to red hot sex. Being slightly evil provides an evolutionary benefit.
James Bond epitomises this set of traits, Jonason says. “He’s clearly disagreeable, very extroverted and likes trying new things - killing people, new women.”
Geeklawyer’s nickname at law school was, seriously, James Bond. Unlike the above quote however he never killed any women. At least, none that didn’t deserve it.
“There must be some cost of the traits.” One possibility, both Keller and Jonason suggest, is that the strategy is most successful when dark triad personalities are rare. Otherwise, others would become more wary and guarded.”
Waaaayyyyy too late sucker …
After several stiff whiskies and in between hot curry and sex with Ruthie, Ruthie and Geeklawyer decided that the winner of the whisky competition is:
“
I was bored…
You asked:
Hello are you a natural blonde?
Lisa says:
I like having blonde hair.
You asked:
Are you really a giant woman?
Lisa says:
That’s not a very nice thing to say …
You asked:
I like giant women will you go out with me?
Lisa says:
A lady should retain an air of mystery, don’t you think …
You asked:
True, what about going out for a drink then?
Lisa says:
Sorry, I’m washing my hair!
You asked:
bugger
Lisa says:
That’s not very nice – why don’t you ask me a question instead?
You asked:
I did and you just told me you were washing your hair!
Lisa says:
I try to keep my hair looking nice.
You asked:
oh well bye
Lisa says:
Bye – see you again soon!
“
