This piece here was amusing to me on a couple of fronts. Not merely because the ABA article is of old news. Years ago when I was working for a law firm that handled consumer phone calls for a group legal plan, I would review the calls and the responses that the handling attorney made. I was astonished at how often the firm’s attorneys would fail to spot common con games and scams from the callers initial description.
That is the question when the Think Progress progressive blog posted an article purporting to “out” the “secret” telecom plan to fight net neutrality legislation.
The only problem was that their smoking gun was a student project for a competition and was neither the product or, nor related to the telecom industry.
The decision of Denver District Judge Larry Naves is out. Pirate Ballerina reports that Ward Churchill got no reinstatement and no pay.
November 11th is a holiday in the United States and many other countries, now called “Veteran’s Day” it was originally commemorative of the end of WWI - Armistice Day - which ended on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918.
Usually I post McCrae’s In Flanders’ Fields but today, I’ll post Wilfred Owen.
Dulce et Decorum Est (written in 1917 and published posthumously in 1921) is a poem by World War I soldier Wilfred Owen. The work’s horrifying imagery has made it one of the most popular condemnations of war ever written. It was originally drafted as a personal letter to the famous pro-war poet Jessie Pope.
— Excerpted from Dulce et Decorum Est on Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!–An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,– My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
--SPQR
So says the plaintiff in this junk lawsuit described by Overlawyered.com’s Walter Olsen.
Now that Steve Warshak got 25 years prison sentence for 93 counts stemming from the fraudulent sale of “Enzyte” male enhancement drug.
Federal prosecutors accused the company of bilking customers out of $100 million through a series of deceptive ads, manipulated credit card transactions and refusal to accept returns or cancel orders. Judge Spiegel ordered the company, along with other defendants, to forfeit more than $500 million — a figure based on how much Warshak and the company took in.
“This is a case about greed,” Spiegel reportedly said as he reviewed the case. “Steven Warshak preyed on perceived sexual inadequacies of customers.” Spiegel said one aspect of the fraud relied on the reluctance of customers to come forward, which would mean admitting they ordered the sexual enhancement pills.
Personally, “Bob’s” wife would have given me physical performance issues.