The Cow of So Called Justice
I was talking my many legal frustrations over with a friend, a retired judge of sorts and he gave me an analogy of the law as follows at the end of this post. He acknowledges that very often the law does not work.
Similar comments from ex solicitor friends, tough stories and some comments regarding some legal representatives abilities and not paying them in brass washers, have been passed on, but that is not the norm, or at least that is what I am led to understand.
Generally it is accepted that there are some very good and conscientious solicitors who are totally honest, who can be relied on to be professional and who would never play legal games just to win a case. That is good to hear!
From the limited dealings that I have had to date with the solicitor representing my wife, it feels tacky and I know that things are going to get very heavy indeed. Already had to deal with the flavour of this particular yahoo’s approach to self importance in that he will argue against a known documented fact to suit his client’s position. Dishonest? you bet!
There is already a very serious argument in play regarding a share of a house owned by my son. – I cant go into detail buts Lets see.
The Cow of Justice – An analogy of how the law arrives at justice
Imagine a cow (and right now I can) Pulling at the head you have the solicitors, Pulling on the tail you have the claimants and Pulling on the cow’s teats are the Judges. The teats are meant to dispense or serve justice.
My analogy would place the respective players differently
Holding the head would be the Judges, Hanging on to the tail are the Claimants, trying to avoid the cow sh*t as it fell and Pulling at the teats are the Solicitors, milking the Cow for all they could get out of it.
Eventually the poor cow would die owing to the judges hanging on to the cows head and forgetting, or not being strong enough, to direct the cow to eat. And that is how justice died!
A Ditty to the above
Hey diddle didle, the cow’s in the middle, the claimants hanging on to its tail
Were in search of the law the judge cried aloud,the solicitor said goody oh how can we fail
The claimant impressed by this austere declaration, he marvelled at people of such ilk
The judge looked around, the solicitor had gone, for he had run away with the milk!
On his way to the door, the solicitor fell to the floor, got covered in sh*t where he lay
The judge snorted out loud, he imagined a crowd and cried there will be no justice today
He declared a mis-trial, the claimant stunned in denial, cheered and shouted hip hip hooray!
