posted on Feb, 10 2013 @ 07:15 PM
I've hesitated commenting because I have some first hand experience in this type of situation. During my divorce proceedings, in the mid nineties, it
quickly became apparent that my soon-to-be ex-wife was kicking my butt. Our divorce was "no fault" - she simply wanted to be free so that she could
marry the next guy on her hit list ( she went through six of us in less than six years - long story ). At one point she argued that she needed both of
our brand new cars, just in case hers broke down... and the judge agreed.
I lost it. I was already out of a house, a ton of money, and almost all of my possessions ( seeking to escape with my clothes and my dignity at this
point ) and now they were going to take my only means of getting to work? in a moment of rage and frustration I called the judge a... Well it's a
word that is the short version of Richard.
I was immediately placed in contempt of court ( the only crime I have ever been in trouble for ) and sent directly to jail.
Very long and complex story short: I had to hire a second lawyer - one who had interned with this judge and who was a personal friend of his, just to
get access to him. This lawyer charged me a very, very hefty fee. He took over a week to negotiate a "deal" where I wound up writing out a $1,500
personal check - in the judges name - with the word "gift" on the comment line and was released. But not without one last slap. When my
"release" papers showed up, they turned out to not be release papers... but transfer papers to a work camp. I was transported there, had my head
forcibly shaved... and was then called into an administrators office and told "There was an error in your paperwork. You are actually free to go. You
have one hour to be at least one mile away from this facility or you will be rearrested for criminal trespass".
This was in the middle of a snowstorm.
I walked out of the work camp, in a blizzard, in a dress shirt, dress pants, and dress shoes ( the clothes I'd had on during court ) - bald headed
and not only in the middle of nowhere... but without much of a clue at all of where I was period. I started walking down the road and didn't stop.
About an hour later I came to a gas station, asked the clerk to explain to me where exactly I was, made a collect call to a relative to come and pick
me up. And that was that. End of story.
Never heard another word about it.
But, since then I have had a very pronounced and clearly defined opinion of judicial corruption and the absolute abuses inherent in the notion of
contempt of court. Subsequently I learned that there are actually people in the United States, right now, effectively serving life sentences, without
charge or the possibility of review or representation of any kind - all under the guise of contempt charges ( Google Cuban detainees, Atlanta, GA for
validation of this claim ).
In summary... if this girl flipped me or you off would she serve a month in jail? Of course not. Even if we managed to get her arrested, she'd at
least be able to make bond. Why should this judge, our own American aristocracy, be any different?