Friday, December 29, 2006

...Lest Ye Be Judged...

Do you know how many judge shows there are on television?

I had no clue. There's <Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown, Judge Mathis, Cristina's Court ..just to name a few. Apparently there is no shortage of low lifes in America just itching to air their legal laundry on the boob tube.

I have not watched all these programs. Hell, I can't even name them all. Their numbers are legion.

I admit a certain fondness for Judge Judy. You can tell she is appalled by the cases that come before her, and rightly so. There was a defendant on her program today who, according to the announcer, was counter suing her former boyfriend, and father of one of her three children, with punching her and setting her shoes on fire.

Setting her shoes on fire!!

Well, Judge Judy wasn't buying it and neither was I. Latasha could barely speak English, although she was obviously born in the United States or Kentucky. She insisted she wasn't stupid, all evidence to the contrary.

JJ dismissed Latasha's claim and admonished Latasha that she should be supporting her handicapped daughter who was in the custody of the former boyfriend who was the child's father.

I can't stop watching this show. It's my dirty little secret. Truthfully I like judging other people.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I once went to a faith sharing group and one of the faithful was a judge.

Somehow I got into a preaching motif and believe it or not I ended with the words "judge not lest you be judged".

Yikes.

But presumptuousness was not the worst of my problems.

Good God! There was a judge in the room!

It was like I was telling him his job was universally suspect.

No one should judge. Not even you over there, real judge, shithead.

But he didn't blink. Like he wasn't lying in wait, not ready to pounce on fools like me with their pompous pronouncements.

I don't think he even noticed.

So I was left sitting there stewing in my paranoia.

I did manage to turn it around a bit as I sat there entertaining myself with my wild wild looseness of association.

So what if he did get upset at me for telling him to stop doing the judgement thing and then he'd be trying to get back at me. Right back in my face. He screams, "oh yeah, buster, try this one on for size: Roof not and ye shall not be roofed, stupid roofer, shithead."