Friday, October 21, 2022

Is the law good or bad?


 

On the verge of releasing my first legal thriller, I've been thinking (and researching) more about the law than ever. 

A wave of lawlessness over the summer had violent crime increasing dramatically. People are afraid. And not just in big cities. Car jacking crimes are particularly on the rise. Organized burglary crews brazenly commit coordinated "smash and grab" crimes in high-end stores. Street takeover crimes are increasing. Train cars are looted with impunity. Everywhere, criminals are bolder, less fearful of prosecution.

Ineffectual laws encourage such a situation. California laws drastically weakened the penalties for shoplifting. In my home state of Illinois, the "Safe-T" act (nicknamed "catch and release" by its detractors) passed the legislature, was signed by Governor Pritzker, and will go into effect the first of the year. The law, at the discretion of the judge, allows people accused of violent crimes (including second-degree murder) to be released without having to post cash bail.  

So, laws can be inexcusably weak, and yet other laws are excessive, unevenly applied, and unfair. Laws that allow gigantic multinational companies to pay no federal income tax. An Oklahoma mother of four receiving a twelve-year prison sentence for a $31 marijuana sale. Extreme mandatory sentences for minor offenses. 

Laws are often so broadly written that they have the unintended consequence of harming people the laws were never intended for. Often laws, especially at the national level, are written by corporate lobbyists because the legislators are too busy raising funds for their re-election efforts. I read a book recently that said there are so many laws on the books that the average American commits three felonies a month without even realizing it. 

The FBI shows up at your door. They ask questions. You want to help. But you're nervous. Maybe your memory is not so good. Maybe you should request a lawyerbut that might look bad. Anyway, you say the wrong thing. 

But that's not how the FBI will view it. 

You have just provided them with an opportunity to indict you for lying to a federal officer. Maximum penaltyfive years in federal prison.

There are over 4,000 federal crimes alone. Are you sure you haven't broken any of them? And ignorantia juris non excusat. "Ignorance of the law excuses not."

Imagine you're arrested and charged. Rather than go to trial, the prosecutor offers you a deal, a plea bargain. If you go to trial, you can get 40 years. If you plead guilty, you'll receive 18 months. Who is going to roll the dice facing such a drastic penalty for going to trial? So, people often plead guilty even though they're innocent. In the United States, 95% of people charged with a crime plead guilty. Surely, a lot of them are guilty, but the excessive sentences prosecutors propose should they go to trial certainly causes many innocent people to plead guilty.

The effect of such injustices—the United States has 5% of the world's population and 20% of its prisoners.

So, do we need more laws? Less laws? Better laws? These are ongoing questions that will never be fully answered, but questions that nevertheless direly need to be addressed.


 

 

 

 

Saturday, July 3, 2021

Why I like dogs.

 

I like them because they're like me--they like to play.

There are other reasons too, but that's the main thing. Dogs are always up for playing. The other day I was stuck at a traffic light and watching this guy walking his dog down the sidewalk while he was totally absorbed with talking on his cell phone. The dog meanwhile grabbed a hold of the leash with its teeth and was tugging on it, trying to get his owner into a game of tug of war. And the dog wouldn't give up. He ran all over, trying different angles. Nothing worked but he never quit. If he could talk he might've said, "Get off the phone, you mope, and let's have some fun!"

And dogs are good sports about playing. They make no demands as to what sort of playing there is to be done. Like the dog with the leash. They'll create ways to play. Fetch. Winging a Frisbee as far as you can. Squeaky toys. And they're game even when we stack the deck against them. 

I used to have a Golden Retriever named Dustin, and he loved to play with a tennis ball. A tennis ball. Then one day a tennis-playing friend came over with a tennis hopper filled with maybe fifty tennis balls. Well, I spilled the hopper all over the floor and poor Dustin was overwhelmed with trying to control them all. I know it was kind of mean (but a riot to watch).

And dogs like to play with each other. I remember being at house for sale. I was looking around the house, and then at a sliding glass window I saw a playground set and a huge dog romping around. It was a Great Dane and when I looked closer I could see that it was playing with a tiny little Chihuahua! And they were having a ball, running around, chasing each other. (Eventually the Chihuahua got a little tired and hid under the slide to get a breather!) It was so encouraging to see, especially since the the Chihuahua wouldn't have been much more than a bite-size snack for the big fella.

And so that's why I like dogs. They are the most playful animal on the planet!





Saturday, October 17, 2020

Why Clothes Are Dangerous

Ever since the fig leaf (and I imagine even they had problems back then too--like what if fire ants were on the fig leaf?) there have been problems with clothing being dangerous.

I was driving last night, and it was pitch black, and at a stop light this guy was crossing against the light. He was wearing dark slacks and a dark jacket. I swear I didn't see him until the last second. I easily could've hit him. So...


And what about women's shoes? Some of them are basically lethal weapons. You get your foot stepped on with some of those and you've got a hole in your foot and you bleed out.


So...


But then there's guy-specific clothing like cowboy hats. I'm from Chicago, but when a friend of mine went to college in Kirksville, Missouri, I visited. Well, it was a whole different world down there. Pickup trucks with rifles in the back window racks. People with guns everywhere. And tattoos and cowboy hats. Well, I wasn't buying a gun or getting a tattoo, but a cowboy hat? 

I took the plunge. And I was in for a rude awakening. For starters I was amazed at how big it was. When I drove home and got out of my car, it caught on the roof and fell off. I (well, the cowboy hat did) bumped into so many doors, walls and windows. I really felt like I'd lost the ability to navigate around normally. It was embarrassing. And like you really need to accessorize the rest of your outfit around the cowboy hat. Like cowboy hat + Bermuda shorts = no bueno. If you're going to wear a cowboy hat you really should wear chaps (whatever those are) and drive a pickup truck. And like it's so easy to wear a baseball cap backwards, well, with a cowboy hat, that won't be happening. 

So...


 And there are special dangers about clothing that are Covid related. Like I saw a car pull up to a convenience store, and two girls jumped out with bandanas over their faces like they were Jesse James reincarnations. I'm telling you a lot of these mask wearers look like criminals. I mean, how are the cops supposed to tell the good guys from the bad guys? 

So...

 


 

Okay, maybe that's a little extreme, but he definitely wouldn't be taken for a criminal. 

And let's not forget about the danger of wearing loose clothing around machinery. Your car's running a little hot, so you pop the hood and act like you know what you're doing, but then before you know it, your scarf is sucked into the engine and you are ground to little pieces. 

Heck, even long hair can be dangerous. My dad had this massager for his arthritis. Kind of like this thing this guy is using on his bicep.


Anyway, I told my girlfriend about it (I apologize if you're reading this) and made her lay face-down on the couch. Then I massaged her back with the thing. She was just loving it, moaning with pleasure. Gradually, I moved the massager up to the back of her neck. More delighted moans. Until...until her hair got caught in the massager's motor! She was like, "Aah!" She went from pure pleasure to intense pain in a heartbeat. (Kind of like when you wake up in the morning and you're lying there in bed all comfy and you get a charley horse.)


So...



And I'm sure you have clothes horror stories of your own. Just leave them in the comments section--and be careful what you wear!






Monday, March 23, 2020

You are loved!

Life can be scary.


It can seem overwhelming.



Sometimes the world seems like it's spiraling out of control.




And you feel so alone.




It feels like one more step could lead to disaster.




But then you notice something.




And realize there's still hope.




That you have friends.




That people will help you.




And that no matter what happens.




There will still be love in the world.




Keep your chin up! Together, we'll get through this!

Sunday, February 23, 2020

Why you don't want to watch a movie with me



I know I should be writing positive, engaging things, but come on, positive, engaging things are rarely interesting. So here is why you don't want to watch a movie with me.

My attorney-friend Danny came over to watch a movie one Sunday night. Danny's an up-and-comer, married, two kids, a soon-to-be legal star cutting his teeth at a downtown law firm. I was surprised he showed up when he said he would because he's one of those maniacally busy types and also because it's maniacally hard finding a parking spot in my crowded Rogers Park neighborhood. But yeah, he was here and it was all good, right? At least it started out that way. But by the time the night was over, the whole thing was so traumatic I can't even remember the movie. But it was like most American movies guys watch together (violent).

So we got our beverages and finally settled in. The movie started, and I skipped through the coming attractions. Yeah, it was all good. Then just as the movie proper began in earnest the phone rang.

It was only set to ring three times before voicemail got it, so I let it ring. But Danny said, "Aren't you going to get that?"

I'm one of those people that when I watch a movie I watch a movie, so I said, "Nah, voicemail will." I even put the phone out in the hallway on the ironing board.

So the movie was rolling. Shootings, drugs, profanity—we were enjoying it. Then the phone rang again. (I should've put it out of earshot.) Now Danny said, "Aren't you going to get it this time?" I somewhat politely told him to just watch the damn movie.

He bristled at that for a moment, but then got back into the mayhem on the screen.

Well, you guessed it. The phone rang again. Danny was like, "You better get that. I forgot my phone at home. It could be my wife. It could be something important. An emergency."

"Your wife can live without you for as long as it takes to watch a movie, Danny," I scolded.

"But..."

The phone rang a few more times as we watched, and Danny still bristled, but he also realized my will was too strong for him.

The movie ended, and I felt bad for Danny because I could see he was uptight. I resolved there and then that next time we watched a movie together I would put my phone on silent. Danny left in a silent hush, and I went for another beer and to see if the pesty caller had left a voicemail.

Oh my.

"Gregg, it's Danny's wife Sharon. It's an emergency. The police called. Danny's car is blocking somebody's driveway, and if he doesn't run down there and move it, they're towing it."

Double oh my.

Each succeeding message was more desperate. 

Understandably, after a few minutes there was a knock on the door.

There stood Danny, his face utterly drained of color. "I can't find my car."

Perhaps pathologically a prankster, I asked, "Well, where did you leave it?"

"I thought down the street, but it wasn't there. Then I walked all around the block. It's not anywhere."

I couldn't torture him any longer. I told him about the messages.

So that's bad enough, right? But there's more.

Danny had legal briefs in his car, and the car was towed to the police pound, and no one would be there till Monday morning.

So for sure that's bad enough, right? But there's more.

Danny needed those briefs to argue a case before the Illinois Supreme Court in the morning.

Yeah, that's as bad as it gets. And that's why you don't want to watch a movie with me.








Sunday, October 13, 2019

How to know where your golf ball ends up when you can't see it land


I was playing golf the other day with some buddies, and one of them (not me of course!) hit his golf ball hurtling off the golf course toward a house that lined the fairway. (People love to live on golf courses. They just don't like what happens when bad golfers play them.) So, as the ball soared through the blue sky like a white, heat-seeking missile, the four of us looked at each other and thought, Uh-oh.

The fact of the matter is bad golfers know where their golf balls land even when they go whizzing off the course and they can't see them anymore. How? Audio confirmation. So in the hopes of helping newbie golfers know where their golf balls land when they veer off the course, I've compiled a list of the sounds (and their consequences) to expect.

thrash—the ball hit some tree branches and got caught up in their leaves (You lucked out.)

thud—you hit a roof (Sure, you'll have butterflies in your stomach, but you should be okay.)

crash—uh, you just broke a window (This is not so okay. Pretend in your mind that you didn't  hear it, hurry up, hit your next shot and get on to the next hole.)

plop—the ball landed in somebody's swimming pool (You're mega lucky—buy a lottery ticket on your way home.)

aaaahhh!—you hit someone (Consider contacting a defense attorney.)

aaaahhh! and plop—a particularly nasty combination. You hit someone in a swimming pool and drowning is a real possibility (Leave the golf course immediately and make plans to flee the country.)

yelp!—you just killed the family dog (When the enraged pet owner charges onto the course, point to your friends.)

So there you have it. Newbie bad golfers now can always know where their golf balls land. Remember, though, when you hit a shot that goes off the course, you will often lose a golf ball (and some golf balls are very expensive), but it can be worse for the homeowner—having broken windows, losing pets and experiencing fatalities.

And don't forget to say, "Fore!" Happy golfing!

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Sleeping is trying to kill me

Okay, if you enjoy sleeping, this is not for you. However, if you're regularly traumatized when you sleep, read on, and I'm sure you'll be able to relate.

Sleep is so wonderfully regenerative. (Hum Brahms lullaby.)


Until...a charley horse strikes!


And in an instant you go from peace to AGONY! Okay, maybe you don't die from that, but what about sleepwalking! (I've done it.) If you live in a high-rise and the balcony is missing, well, you can figure out the rest.


Or how about sleep-talking? You talk in your sleep saying something like, "Alexa, my bank account password is XXXXXXX, please share it with the world."

 
Then you wake up and all your money's gone and you kill yourself. See.

Ever dream you were falling?


Well, doing that could give you a heart attack for sure.

And then there's dreams. Sweet dreams. Not! I had a dream I was making out with Hillary Clinton!


Okay, I admit it, it was kind of fun. (She's a good kisser.) But imagine if you were a Trump fan! Muerte! You'd have a stroke and you're gone!

Honestly, I even hurt myself yawning. I Googled to see if that was even possible, and Google said it wasn't. But that's not true!

Hopefully, sleep is a wondrous regenerative respite for you. Just have a little empathy for those of us that aren't so fortunate.