Odin's Day in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

Old English Wōdnesdæg ‘day of Odin,’ named after the Germanic god Odin or Woden, the supreme god; translation of late Latin Mercurii dies, Odin being equated with the Roman god Mercury. Compare with Dutch woensdag .

Court, because of course. But… lots of court… 9 am to 3 pm. But (also, of course) nothing. Just… people shuffling in, being released, no hearings or attorneys or justice. Just… hey, this happened. Good? Good. Bye. It is a disgraceful thought but… I almost think the police officers of this county and I should simply walk out and leave. See what the county would do and how it would function if we just… decided not to be part of this farce. Of course…we never would. Some of the officers genuinely care about this place; some (like me) have to continue for financial reasons.

So, yeah. That was my day. Pointless Hearings. It honestly makes me miss the Court Appearance portion of my Pretrial Services Job. But then again… that part of the job was SO joyful. And… if this county gave a shit about justice and comported itself to rules of procedure… then I might be able to have it again.
Because it used to be (meaning before I was sentenced to Jail Library and did pure Pretrial Services) I would go to court and be part of bond hearings. Defense Attorneys would have to be at Bond Hearings and argue bond. Prosecuting Attorneys would have to be at Bond Hearings and argue bond. And this wasn’t exclusive to Nebraska. When I interned at Council Bluffs… same thing. Attorneys had to be present at Bond Hearings. Here? No. There are no Defense Attorneys and the Count Attorney has stated she never wants to be required to be in court… so court is as “no attorneys needed” as a COURTHOUSE can be. Awful. I miss the way it should be. Yeah… there were times where a defendant would go mental and rush the judge… I had a podium thrown at me by a pregnant defendant charged with murder. But I liked it! It was… in many ways… like this wonderful Rick and Morty Act Out a Legitimate Court Transcript. In other words… a lament I’ve said before, and will say again… I went into law school with the intent to learn the law. I wanted to be a lawyer so I could become a prosecutor who executed the laws to the best of his abilities. In most of the places I’ve lived… I saw the law be corrupted, twisted, changed… but still within the confines of THE LAW. And that was part of the game. If the law can say one of two things; you both argue and see who wins. This place doesn’t even respect the law enough to play the game. It is “make up your own rules and see what happens” all over the place. Depressing. Depressing as a citizen. Depressing as a lawyer. Depressing as a person that cares about justice for other people. Depressing as someone who values professional conduct. I know it may be a mistake… or at least may get my dad to yell at me about “being an adult” or “being a man” but I sent him a letter asking him what my best options would be as to looking for work in Des Moines. I mean… I understand that “Lawyer” might not get me hired… but it would be kind of extreme bullshit if after graduating from college and law school with 2.8 GPAs… I had to do “Retail Associate” just to be in a community that didn’t feel so awful. There has to be something in between.

So that’s it from WhyI’mNotLibertarian Town. I did manage to get a lot of work done today. But… yeah… what does it matter in this place?