Posts from the arctic
A quick post before I return to the great white courtroom (it seems the judge's robe is insulated. It must be 42 degrees in there).

The public defender (AKA Foghorn Leghorn) has now driven the judge to near-madness. I wouldn't be surprised if we end up on network news tonight.

We have a breaking story out of a little burg called Greenville. A circuit judge in an aparrent fit of dispair and loopiness has severed the arms of a local public defender. We're getting word that the the attorney's last words before being attacked were..."I say--I say...the boy just ain't right in the head!"

No time for creativity. Maybe I'll start scripting out my posts on my yellow legal pad and transcribing them later.