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Two Revelations

Second Post today, because after some probing into my relatively calm psyche I realized something..

Everything in the world has its counter parts. Yin and Yang, Black and White, Right Wrong even every matter has its respective anti-matter.

with respect to my earlier post, no matter how annoying the judges are, no matter how obvious an accused's facts are, there must be a flipside...

Reasons why i dont get the concept of the whole notion of law as it is now, could be either because the whole system is fucked; or i myself have prepared insufficiently. if it were the latter i could argue to the end of the world it wont change the fact i've scored badly.

Guess the lesson learnt today, is that, and i quote: "everything should be taken in moderation".

off to face Torts now... really dont want a repeat of events that took place this morning.

It isnt Me

Tho i have been stduying law for the better part of my time in life recently, especially these few months where i have prepared for my exams, more and more i have realized within myself that perhaps the legal profession is not what i ought to want to practice.

Now, before i elborate further for the purposes of informining the people around me whom my education is concerned, let me explain in my own words how the "law" as we know (or rather as I know) exists today.

The law is largely statutory in nature, meaning there are provisions within statutes that we humans have to adhere to as we are bound. It doesnt matter what the circumstances are, rules are rules. But as some would argue, that the law is "dynamic" and its not written in stone as it used to be, hence the need for judges, juries and lawyers, to "argue" the facts based on the law. see, this is where the problem arises for an egotisticle maniac such as myself.

Im posting this with special regard to Criminal Law.

Criminal Law in Tasmania is governed by a code called The Criminal Code. Within this code, in a nutshell, contained within this code are strict provisions which state the "do"s and "dont"s. it is, to a great extent as some might argue, is very "well-established" and comprehensive. but is it?

To me, i am not ready to hear 700 pages of horse shit some judges can dish out on what seems to me, to be a very simple question. i am not ready to be "force-fed" a whole bunch of fucked up reasoning, writtin in the most vague, most disgustingly long winded, most ambiguious words writtin by some old fart.

somethings, from a laymen's perspective are blatantly obvious. as obvious as if you look at the sun you know its hot. yet the judges go on forever about in which situations that if you stand on the sun you wont get burnt.
(refer to 1 post before this)

This is the biggest problem im facing now, as a law student. Im not ready to accept the law as it is. well, let me rephrase that...

"im not ready to accept the whole hipocritic(god fuck my spelling) nature of the "law" as we know it today"

the notion of "Justice" existed in my own mind, preceeding what i have read and learnt prior to entering law school. there are somethings that are so deeply embedded in me with such vengeance i cannot seem to alter that "reality".

"the bitch is guilty, convict him." thats what i think the law should be, but sadly it isnt.

the courts, via 6 million and 1 pages of decisions came up with crap like the test subjective recklessness, then another 7 million pages of reasons why not to solely apply this test on an accused.

bullshit imo.

if, to an ordinary person, firing a rifle several times over someone's house and having alot of bullets entering a window, is NOT, i repeat is NOT TRYING TO MAKE SOME NOISE. and anyone, i mean ANYONE including Chuck Norris or Bruce Lee WILL run for cover in the face of that.

you can fuck what the accused has to say, you can fuck all the reasons, the only reason someone would do that, is because he is pissed and wants to break or kill something.

like how i want to fucking break this monitor infront of me and kick this fucking whirring CPU who wont STFU...

...but i didnt... i wouldnt infact because i know the people around me will call me a nutfuck, and make me pay for the things i broke. but if i knew i had a gun, and im fucking pissed, i wont go shooting someones house then later say i just wanted to make some noise.

you guys get what i mean?

(dont come fucking with me with the defense of insanity and s13 of the criminal code with the statements above because I WILL FUCK YOU UP)

theres too much angst, too much prejudice, too much racism, too much jump-the-gun logic in me, for me, to "effectively" practice law, and by "effectively" i mean the social construction of what is APPROPRIATE to the public, note: APPROPROATE, NOT RIGHT.

Law... It Isnt me...

Have You Ever...

...Read a book, or an article or in my case, a judgment... several judgements, many...much infact, so much that after devoting so much concentration, sweat, toil and tears have you understood... nothing... from what you read?

Have you ever, tried so hard on focusing and directing all your psi on one point that, such is the concentrated force of your concentration the book infront of you catches fire?

I Have, but the latter results are flipped in my case...

I read so many cases and judgments from so many judges from books and sites alike and then realized, after a dumfounding 2 days, the books have infact been reading me...

...instead of the contrary.

for the second instance, i tried to focus so hard on what the judges are saying in their page long-winded decisions, sadly it was my head that caught fire and not the sodding books.

and i dont know why the fuck they have to be so accountable to the public. some things are so blatantly obvious that if i was the deciding judge in that particular case i wouldve convicted him/her on the spot, and worry about the severity of the judgement.

for example the case of Vallance [1960]. the dude got annoyed by some kids playing in a yard opposite his house that he fired an air-pressured rifle at them. the pellet or bullet, hit one of them -a 10 or 8 year old girl by the name of something Latham. the projectile punctured the flesh on a region around the left nipple, and fortunately for those people concerned about her health it was deflected by a rib-bone that if it had not; the bullet wouldve penetrated further into chest cavity...

the defendant, argued that he only INTENDED to scare them off and the wound was caused by the richocheting of the pellet.

if i was the judge...

"FUCKING BULLSHIT DUDE"
they are kids, they are MOVING targets so to say, if you were to fire something at them it would DEFINATELY hit someone, as they are KIDS, (kids always get shot) so it is the utter responsibility of the adult (defendant) to make sure no bullets fly in their direction in the 1st place! you can go shove your lame defense up your lame arse.

Forget about "intention" and what fucked up lame court-decision-accountability-to-the-sodding public crap.

"you shoot, you keel, you dai".

The man is guilty. case closed.

Other cases like Tranby, where it involved the defended biting off a significant chuck of the victim's ear off...

there was this on and fuckssake long debate on whether the wound or "grevious bodily harm" done needed to be accompanied by a "mental element".

Roy J said:
"fuck that, only dogs bite, humans dont. if you bite a fucker in the ear; you're a BIGGER fucker.
case closed. period."

The lamest one is Thornton, where up till today the case is still left hanging in the air... if i recall correctly they had 6 judges (yet how fucked up is to have an even number of judges, if it was me, i would be the sole judge and whatever i say is done and overwiith)

so the defendant got into an arguement at someones place, then left and went to his car, got out a sodding rifle and shot the air. 4 to 5 of the bullets entered a window into the house. when charged he said "i only wanted to fire over the house to make some noise"

you know what Justice Roy has to say to that?

"FUCK THAT SHIT"
Make some noise?! If i got this judgment wrong, i only wanted to make some noise at you. but this is what i hafta say

"you shoot, you scare, you dai". you wanna make some noise? sell that rifle and get yourself some pimpdaddy subwoofer trinkets you can load in your car boot, put on songs done by missy elliot or jay chou LOUDLY, THATS what i call "make some noise" bitch. Guns are used to shoot stuff, not make noise, get that straight nub.

case closed.

I R STUCK

never have i been so stuck on an assignment in my entire life; not the finding legislation excersize, not the finding case-law excersize, not the difficulty of both added up have i been so stuck with any assignment...

this Admin law thing is a bitch...

This area of law is relatively new and because of that, the core foundations of it are not laid properly... texts and shit are either too vague, or too complicated for my mind to comprehend...

this feeling is terrible..

but the worst feeling, is knowing i have already failed the subject.

Life

The other day i was making myself a quick cup of coffee.. as i entered the kitchen i heard this loud buzzing sound... i looked up and there was a bee hovering around the room. It was about..

that big... so, fearful of its sting it looked for a bug spray under the cabinet but couldnt find it, but found instead, an all-purpose cleaning spray.

I thought, this should do the job and proceeded to spray the winged interloper.

Managed to score a couple of direct hits and the bee soon fell to the ground... it looks as if it was badly injured... trying to flee the death mist, flapping its wings to no avail...

it struggled, and it struggled dearly for life... as if a fish out of water, it was gasping for air.

it was then, i felt this sudden rush of guilt and remorse... i wanted to rid my kitchen of a potentially dangerous creature, it was never my intention to torture it, it would be wise to continue making my coffee and be on with my studying, but i wanted to know the fate of this little bee.

i looked... and i waited...and i looked.. constantly plagued by the dilemma of whether I should just squash it in one quick swipe, or to let it linger in its own agonizing death.

It took me so long to make that decision, time made my decision for me... i let it die by the poison i had covered the creature in...

dont get me wrong, at this point i was still feeling dreadfully remorseful. i wish i hadnt done it...

the bee spun in circles... as if trying to break free from a demon's posession. it spun on the ground, as if it were the ceiling and if it had flewn hard enough against it it would give way to the distressed bee. it was a terribly disturbing sight, i swored i never wanted to spray an insect with something that wasnt designed to kill it ever again.

then after a few seconds...it stopped.

and closer examination showed that it was cleaning its head with its two front feet, it was cleaning its abdomen on its two hind feet while maintaining balance on the floor with its two middle feet.

this went on for about 2 minutes...

then after flexing its wings for a little bit... the bee soon resumed flight...perfectly healthy, as happy as the flowers which the bee visits.

and just minutes ago i was feeling sorry for it, i was feeling guilty because i had put it through so much pain. but at the same time i was glad i didnt end its misery by one swat of the hand.

The Irony.