I wrote a long post this morning about the New York Times “news analysis” of Deborah Ramirez’s accusations against Brett Kavanaugh. I wrote it, but you won’t read it because after I was done, I decided not to publish it. I’ll explain.
The post was comprised of two parts, the first of which was about what’s wrong with trying decades-old accusations against the now-confirmed Kavanaugh, particularly using the weaselly language and guilt by innuendo reflected in the Times’ article, the worst sort of play to confirmation bias around.
But the more important part was where the young lawyers, the ones who inform me regularly that they’re far smarter and more aware than old lawyers who just don’t get it, would rather put their effort into rationalizing their woke outcomes than defending the core principles of criminal defense, public defense, against the conflation of “credible” allegations and guilt.
It’s becoming increasingly clear that they don’t want to hear this from an “old” like me. There is no virtue in experience, as if baby lawyers are brilliant but turn stupid when they hit 50 years of age. Indeed, public defenders are badasses, the best around because they do quantity, which is close enough to quality to prove their point, but suddenly become incompetent when they go private. I might explain these things, but to what end? They don’t want to hear it, and they’re not going to buy it anyway.
Get off my lawn, says the old curmudgeon.
Shakes fist at sky about the young whippersnappers.
They would rather argue why principles are “garbage takes” than waste a moment of their time critically thinking about why their last twit was simplistic, bordering on the moronic. And they can prove it by the 27 likes from their peers validating the correctness of their view.
I could explain it to them, but I can’t understand it for them. More importantly, the last thing they want to hear is what some old lawyer has to say. They know better, and they prove it to themselves like flies swarming around a steaming pile of shit, validating their simplistic idiocy.
I’m tired of it. And to be frank, spare me your appreciation in emails and direct messages on twitter for doing the work that so many of you could do as well, but you’re cowards and won’t put your ass on the line. “You tell ’em,” Greenfield. “You take on the mob of passionate little idiots and smack them for me!”
Don’t think I don’t notice that you hide from the outrage mob, while asking me to do your dirty work. Don’t think that I don’t notice that you can’t even hit the tip jar to support this joint’s existence. Oh, you appreciate it so very much, but don’t do a thing to contribute to it.
So today, I decided not to post another explanation of why principle matters, even if it’s contrary to the passionate ideology of the very woke little geniuses. I decided not to explain, yet again, how you can’t forfeit principle when it helps someone you hate and expect it to be there when it helps someone you adore.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be back to arguing why the ends don’t justify the means, why every woke law student isn’t inherently more brilliant than lawyers doing this for decades, why a position isn’t “correct” because it got a million “likes” from the idiocracy. But not today.
And it doesn’t appear that I’m making much headway, anyway. The kids keep telling me I’m wrong, stupid and my “takes” are garbage. The kids know better than me, maybe better than you too, but that’s not clear because you don’t have the guts to tell them they’re stupid little shits.
So no post today. You got your money’s worth. Post some music videos and have a party. Today, I really don’t give a damn. If it’s okay with you that the insipid will inherit the law, then you get what you deserve. For today, anyway, they get a free ride, and you can take a look at what the future will be when your shit-for-brains defenders become your passionate inquisitors. You’re on your own.
Have a nice day.