The double standard is alive and well
Two stories out of the news this evening have rattled my reassured view that there are laws that protect me. In spite of all we do to improve things, the double standard is alive and well. Teach your children what you will; society has two classes. Those who say and those who do. Wait – in these two cases they’re identical.
The first involves a highly placed jurist who was “captured” last year, trapped in his automobile, which had apparently forced him to drink a large amount of alcohol in order to get into the driver’s seat. How much alcohol? Well, if his “reading” was the recorded 0.25, the little calculator found here suggests that someone of average stature might have required consumption of greater than eight martinis in one hour. Your mileage may vary. He was found to have infringed the law, was fined and was told to leave the car at home for a year. He then was absolved, completely, by other highly placed jurists who found that he might have erred in judgement.
Oh yes. His job description ONLY requires judgement. And the ability to stay awake until the next martini break with friends in high places.
Story 2 is based on a video from YouTube. We’ve had a wee bit of public protest over the last few days at a resort in Montebello. The Trois Bandidos (AKA heads of state for the continent) have, along with a group of influential businessmen, been hiding behind high fences and some very protective police officers . As my son put it, the Illuminati behind the robots. Seems that the protest was too quiet for the police, so they MAY have sent in some friends to “show the kids how things should be done”.
In passing, peace officers no longer need to have their name on the riot gear; a number is sufficient. When you go by later to ask #6323 out for a beer, I hope the right one comes along. But I digress. The video catches some masked stone throwers who have since disappeared behind enemy lines. This story isn’t over yet, but the official police line has been simply “No Comment”.
Two quick catches from the day’s media parade which avoid the question “Who gains?” The next time I decide to become a drunken rioter, I’ll have some jurisprudence when the time comes to request a full pardon and payment of my beer tab.
