Antinatalism and Appalachian American Ennui

A man who lives in the next county over, and who does not even know that he is part Jewish, has taught his eight year old granddaughter the Nazi Seig Heil salute. Her mother is the eye witness and can do nothing about it because her production of offspring has hemmed her in to her the monster's home where she is stuck. Antinatalism should be taught in the schools. "Saw it on a wall, 'Motherhood mean mental freeze'." And I just learned that the ruining child called a little boy a monkey because of his race. The man in the next county over is grooming another monster in his trumpian image. This is Appalachian American Ennui at its worst. This is the rule, not the exception, in these Clinch mountains that lean in order to attempt to hide these snug pockets of wickedness from the rest of us.

My Brother by Another Mother - Michael Paul Smith - Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone; and I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry

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BETWEEN THE TEMPLES | Official Trailer (2024)

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The Law is a Hateful Thing.

Ida Miller nailed it when she uttered these sage words: "Paul, the practice of law must be a hateful thing." Indeed it is, Ida Miller. I suppose that I inadvertently taught her this truth, which condensed this awful reality. It's no coincidence that she uttered the maxim when she did, like synchronicity in real time, because my recent experiences with my practice drew out hordes of hatred in me. Yes, I was successful, but this time I actually harmed another human being in obtaining my client's desired result. Her arresting officer was a young woman whose dream had been realized when she got her badge. I saw the bodycam and dashcam of her going out the arrest of my client, and, quite honestly, she did everything by the book. She was compassionate in the process of detaining my very troubled client. This is the exception. Please know that. Jenna worked her case like new recruits normally do; everything by the book. In fact, this was her first arrest. And well done it was. So my job began when I was retained. The matter lingered on the docket for months and months, as is the norm. We had hearings. Motions. I even retained the serives of an expert witness from the University of Tennessee. Our trial date was set. November 8, 2924, which was yesterday. During the course of my representation I was told that my victim had earlier been forced to resign her position as a police officer. With trial approaching, I did what I am actually required to do as directed by the sixth amendment to the constituion, and its state counterpart. To provide "effective" assistance of counsel. So I filed motions to reveal the undergirding reasons Jenna was forced to resign, and I subpoenaed her personnel file as well as herself. I was agressive through the agency of pure exploitation of the perceived weakness that I now saw in the State's case. As I am now old, this conduct on my part in pursuit of my practice bites very deeply into my conscience. I used to feeel practically nothing when engaging in similar strategies. But, in this case, which ultimately resolved to my client's satisfaction on account of the harm I did to this young lady in putting her in fear of having to testify about the mistake that cost her career, I got sick. I am still sick. Physically, I my stomach has revolted against me. I can barely eat now. And mentally, I have lost much of what I had gained in overcoming depression. I deserve this hell that has now had hold of me for a week now. My mind an body have revolted against me. I am sick and I ought to be sick. I think I should see this as a warning. So many criminal defense attorneys drink this away, or worse. I see it in their elderly faces when they come to court bloated and red. I honestly feel like I would welcome returning to the earth, but that is not up to me, so I suffer. Suffering is baked in to this life, and my time has come again to suffer and am left exsanguinated. I take solace in the justice that it has brought to the fore. I want the world to be underpinned with broad justice, so maybe this is evidence of that. I do thank god that I realize this. I am aware. I have a conscience. I am depleted, but still here. The moment this kicked in, I immediately felt my age. Mind, too, that I've been a professional keeper of secrets for 34 years. Thick folders, accordians, and bankers boxes full of "confidences and secrets," according to the mandate of the Supreme Court of the State of Tennessee. They weigh heavy but, because of that weight, some weird neuroplasticity kicks in that enables the burden to keep things from collapsing. And now I've put it on the record, be it remembered that love rises within the law as well.

Listening to the neighbors cough

Upon arrival the mother is caught threatening the chid who beat up her son (the son started it by spitting water on the boy) threatening to "stab the child in the face." Their children scream while their parents cough all over their mobile devices, all while transfixed on these tenacious rectangles they hold so dear. Their children scream like Oskar, but the glass doesn't shatter. They talk all the time and occasionally laugh, which is cool. One set of neighbors makes the block smell like kerosene. I think it's his truck. They don't grill out, thank god and his silly churches. Dogs. They have dogs. There are too many dogs. I got startled by one at Office Depot on Thursday. Got startled in my own driveway. That's the issue: the noise. Barking dogs. I have a right not to be startled. It happened at the courthouse in Newport, too. They bite, too. I make a sincere effort to avoid brushing up against the neighbors. Except one; Ida Miller. She doesn't have a dog. Her children are grown. She's 82. She rarely coughs. I am lucky once again, but small increments, which is perfect.