Among the weird things that happen in the blawgosphere is the sudden, unexpected appearance of a comment long after a post appeared. More than a year ago, I posted about a Ft. Lauderdale lawyer named Gary Ostrow, who you may recall from his “press release” announced his intention “to take on all celebrity criminal cases in the state of Florida, effective immediately.”
Okay, stop your snickering. That’s old news. There’s new news. Just calm down.
It’s hard to know for sure why Gary stumbled upon my old post. Perhaps he was doing a vanity Google of his name, or maybe he was checking on whether it was worthwhile to send another check to Bangalore’s finest to promote his brand, but there it was. Bennett’s reaction was that it was like a coked-up lawyer. Mine is that it’s like a lawyer with hemorrhoids.
In any event, more than a year after the original post, Gary Ostrow graced me with his thoughts.
Having just read, for the first time your “editorial”, I would first be interested in knowing who the f*** is Scott Greenfield, who has the balls to criticize me, without any rational basis or reliable facts whatsoever!! i got news for you, Scott……….My practice has always, and continues to thrive, and I would most comfortably challenge YOUR trial and success record, assuming you even have one, without a moment of doubt or hesitation. Losers like yourself cast stones from afar, because you don’t have the balls to confront successful trial lawyers like myself and are predominately motivated by falsely creating the illusion that your worthlessness is somehow minimized, by judging and making defamatory and baseless comments, while talking out of your ass. I will publicly challenge your despicable, dishonorable and worthless ass to a comparison of professional accomplishment as well as levels of integrity , blindly, because to highly intelligent and aware people like myself, guys like you get off on pointing the finger elsewhere because you are relieved of the daily burden of being you!! Lets see if you have the balls to post my comment. i would be interested in challenging you to back up your baseless and critical comments ………and the facts upon which you rely. I can promise you this………….on my worst day, i can outgun you in a courtroom or any legal endeavor for that matter. You don’t know shit about me as a person or as a criminal trial litigator…..my record of 30-years speaks for itself. How lame and worthless you must feel in a deeply inward and painful way to even spend the time and energy to hurl stones in my direction , based simply on a press release. Anytime my friend, should you miraculously grow some balls and fill that empty tiny sack of yours, I will be around…..and the way things continue to evolve, for a very long time!!
Fascinating how these desperate attempts to salvage one’s dignity all sound the same, no? Whether it’s a baby lawyer like Carl David Ceder or the cries of “look at me” from an older lawyer desperately seeking attention, the cries of butthurt sound the same. They find themselves facing the Narcissist’s Dilemma.
They want attention. They crave it. And so they go to extreme, ridiculous lengths to get it. But when they get what they desire, they learn that it doesn’t always come with the adoration they hoped. Instead, they find that they’ve turned themselves into an internet clown, a fool ridiculed by those near and far. They cradle their teary face in their hands, furious that they are now tainted forever by their screams for attention, and confused as to how to fix their abject foolishness.
What to do? There are choices, of course. They can recognize the error of their ways and make an act of contrition, but that doesn’t fit the narcissist’s mindset. The narcissist must prevail, must bluff and bluster his way through and achieve hegemony. It’s not clear thinking, but then, the delusions of a narcissist impair clarity, not helped by a coke-addled brain.
Instead of recognizing the need for therapeutic care, they instead double down, risking it all on lunatic ranting, from the “you’re a loser” trope to the flagrant machismo of “my penis (or, in this case, ball sack, a curious anatomical choice) is huge” claim, despite the absence of pictures. They don’t realize that without pictures, it didn’t happen.
Ostrow made the terrible assumption that I wouldn’t be inclined to post his comment. On the contrary, there is nothing I more enjoy posting. He grasps so little about the internet, but he may well learn a bit now.
As to the initial question in his rant, and one that I asked as well when I first saw his press release, “who the f*** is Scott Greenfield,” the least I can do for this pathetic waste of humanity is provide an answer. I’m the guy who wrote the post that’s number 2 on the first page of Google whenever anybody searches “Gary Ostrow lawyer.”
Nice to meet you, Gary. You really need to do something about all that pain. And cocaine really isn’t the answer. It just makes you do stupid things, like doubling down on the internet.