Showing posts with label lawyers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lawyers. Show all posts

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Defensive mode

We are all living in a world where everybody is just waiting for another to make a mistake whilst at the same time everybody is just so careful that their posterior is not exposed and hence vulnerable to abuses.
Whenever a misadventure is encountered, the first response is mum! Nobody talks to anybody as anything you say will be used against you in any situation just to fry your goose. Silence is golden whilst the conniving officers of the law scheme out devious plans to dissociate yourself any plausible repercussions. Truth, justice, liberty you say? What is that? When you are persecuted and crucified for an event that even be beyond your control and your rice bowl is jeopardised, to hell with doing the right thing. It is the right thing alright, for yourself and your dependants. By admitting mistakes, everything would be pinned on you conveniently. In this world of fault seeking and destiny defying population, no one will empathise with you or have sympathy for your predicament. The time for Truth (a.k.a. God) to set things straight is long gone. We killed God long ago with our advancement in technology. There was a time when we were quite green about things around us. We had once marvelled at the splendour of many breathtaking events in our lives - how the sun was eaten by darkness; how the wrath the Mother Nature belched out boiling molten rocks whenever we thought we had wronged and how God punished the fornicators by inflicting incurable diseases!
When Man found a plausible manner to explain all these God sent events, he stopped blaming God for everything. He instead held each other responsible for misadventure, negligence or gaffe, depending on which side of the fence you are! And the sharks have no intentions to bring peace on Earth as it would affect their rice bowl and drinking chalice too - a tool of their trade.

Tuesday, 18 February 2014

What has sorry got to do with it?

http://www.express.co.uk/news/world/459087/A-case-of-affluenza-The-drink-drive-killer-16-who-is-too-rich-and-spoiled-for-jail




A case of 'affluenza': The drink-drive killer, 16, who is too rich and spoiled for jail

IT'S the case that’s outraged America: a drunken teenager responsible for four deaths walks free because he’s a ‘victim’ too – of his parents’ wealth



Ethan Couch from Texas USA killed four people in a crash while drink drivingEthan Couch from Texas, USA, killed four people in a crash while drink-driving [AP]
It was shortly after 10pm on a hot June evening last summer when a bunch of teenagers from an affluent suburb of Fort Worth, Texas, stole two cases of beer from a Walmart supermarket. They had been drinking already and when an hour later 16-year-old Ethan Couch volunteered to run an errand to a late-night chemist some of them told him he was in no fit state. But when he insisted on it they all piled into his father’s red Ford truck, six in the cab and two in the open back.
The truck was accelerating at 70mph in a 40mph residential zone when it ploughed into two parked cars. Breanna Mitchell, a young chef on her way home from work, had stopped with a fl at tyre, and local resident Hollie Boyles and her twenty-something daughter Shelby had come out to help her. Brian Jennings, a youth pastor in his early 40s, had also stopped his car to lend a hand.
All four were thrown 60 yards and died instantly. Emergency staff called to the scene described seeing body parts all over the road. The speeding truck turned over and hit a tree. None of the joyriders were wearing seat belts and two were seriously injured, including Sergio Molina, 16, who was left unable to move, eat or talk as the result of a brain injury.
Meanwhile Jennings’s car, in which two of his children were waiting, was knocked into the path of a passing Volkswagen, one of whose occupants was also injured. Of the 12 survivors, only three did not require hospital treatment.
One of those was Couch. Belligerent with the police, he was so drunk that when he tried to walk away he got tangled in a wire fence. His blood alcohol level was three times the legal limit three hours after the crash and he was found to also have valium in his system.
Expressing no remorse, he pleaded guilty to four counts of manslaughter and might have expected a 20-year prison sentence. That’s what another 16-year-old drink driver, Eric Miller, received when he was up before the same judge a decade earlier – and he had a much lower blood alcohol level and had killed one victim not four.
But as a result of a judgment that has shocked America, Couch will not serve a day in prison. Instead he was given 10 years’ probation, during which time he can’t drink or drive, and was ordered to attend a £275,000-a-year rehab centre in California at his family’s expense, for an unspecified time.
When we arrived the first thing he did was jump in the pool with his clothes on, rip his shirt off then start downing a big bottle of vodka. He was really knocking it back. He must have drunk about six or seven shots in one go
Why? Because, according to a psychologist who testified in his defence, the teenager was a victim of “affluenza”. In other words he was so rich he didn’t know any better and couldn’t understand that his actions would have consequences. That the judge seemed to agree with this view has outraged his victims and caused a national furore across the United States.
“What is the likelihood if this was an African-American inner-city kid that grew up in a violent neighbourhood to a single mother who is addicted to crack and he was caught two or three times… what is the likelihood that the judge would excuse his behaviour and let him off because of how he was raised?” asks distinguished psychologist Professor Suniya Luthar.
Ethan’s father Fred Couch is a businessman who owns a sheet metal works with an annual turnover of £9million and around 30 staff. After a difficult divorce from Ethan’s mother Tonya, he reportedly gave his son the use of a mansion in the suburb of Burleson where he lived alone and ran wild.
A teenager invited there three nights before the fatal crash reported: “Ethan lived in this big place with a long winding driveway that went all the way round to his back yard, which had a large pool in it. When we arrived the first thing he did was jump in the pool with his clothes on, rip his shirt off then start downing a big bottle of vodka. He was really knocking it back. He must have drunk about six or seven shots in one go.
“That set the tone and from then on he was just boasting and trying to impress us about how much he drank and how much he partied. He also boasted about selling drugs and getting big amounts of marijuana delivered to his house. He kept saying that he lived in the place alone and could do whatever he wanted. At first I didn’t believe him but when we went inside there were empty liquor bottles everywhere and what looked like joint butts in the ashtrays.”
At the trial psychologist Dr Dick Miller testified that Couch had been brought up in a household so indulgent that boundaries had never been established for his behaviour, giving him “freedoms no young person should have”. He cited his parents’ decision not to punish him after he was found by police in a parked truck with an unconscious, undressed 14-year-old girl a year before the crash. He had also been allowed to drink from the age of 13.
One of his friends testified that Couch said his family “would get him out of anything”. Despite that boast, district judge Jean Boyd’s decision not to impose a custodial sentence – originally made in December and upheld last week after prosecutors asked her to reconsider – has left the victims aghast. “There needs to be some justice here,” said Eric Boyles, who lost his wife and daughter in the carnage. “For 25 weeks I’ve been going through a healing process. And so when the verdict came out, my immediate reaction is: I’m back to week one. We have accomplished nothing here.”
The suggestion that Couch was a victim of his family’s wealth may yet backfire on his parents. They are now facing multi-million-dollar legal claims by the victims and their families. Wendy Davis, Democratic candidate for governor of Texas, has called the sentence a “disgrace” and even Dr Miller says he regrets ever mentioning the word affluenza, which was coined by two Australian academics as the title of a 2005 book about the stress, depression and obesity associated with consumer life.
“I wish I had not used that term,” he says. “Everyone seems to have hooked on to it.”
He is right about that. In California, a member of the state assembly has introduced a bill that would ban trial lawyers from invoking the supposed condition as a defence or in mitigation for sentencing.
“It doesn’t take a crystal ball to see that the relatively lenient sentence that this gentleman in Texas received will lead attorneys to see this as something to use in their overall tool box,” he says.
And before you think this is the kind of thing that could happen only in America, a pair of Scottish oil workers got away with community service orders last month after launching a drunken attack on a fellow customer in a bar in Aberdeen. Their defence was that they were suffering the effects of having too much money.
Meanwhile Ethan Couch has said nothing. Having been proved right in his pronouncement that his parents could get him out of anything, why should he need to say sorry?

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Sitting ducks, are we?

For years and years, many seemingly unimportant information are written in case notes of patients. Many apparently worthless piece of news is recorded diligently. Who actually bothers about the weight of the placenta during delivery. Many routine things are recorded faithfully at spinal level without any any grey matter involved.
Even when a doctor 'clerks' your illness, at the back of his mind is to record salient features of your interview. Sometimes, he acts more like a clerk trying fulfill his duty of completing the mandatory questions and forms. Don't even bother about the nurses! By the time they retire, they would written all the Vedics scriptures a thousand times over.
Why all this obsession to write? I always wondered.... And I saw how many particulars are retrospectively filled and many descriptive posterior covering documentations occur when an unfavourable outcome happens. All are done in the hope that they, the attendants, would be likely pinpointed and penalized when the day of reckoning, if it happens, one day!
Hey, then it all makes sense. Those in the medical profession are just sitting duck writing day in and day out for one day, if the patient that they had care for, has a bone to pick, their nitty-gritty cherry picking attorneys can scheme through with a fine tooth comb to corner the practitioner, who acted in good faith and God as their witness, to appear as a buffoon and a conniving psychopath with the benefit of hindsight! The attorneys would appear like all knowing smart alecs highlighting the elementary facts of life!
So that is what it is.....

sitting duck
Fig. someone or something vulnerable to attack, physical or verbal
(Alludes to a duck floating on the water, not suspecting that it is the object of a hunter or predator.) 

Friday, 21 September 2012

Some characters أحرف อักขระ символов გმირები

No, I am not referring to the character in Roman alphabets or in any other language. Neither am I referring to characters in a play or caricature nor to certain traits of human, physical, chemical or biological object. I am humbly referring to some characters with whom you have make small chats in a party!
Lionel Hutz from 'The Simpsons'
of the law firm “I Can’t Believe It’s A Law Firm!”
As we get further and further away from the only day that our mothers smile to see us cry (to quote AKJ Kalam), as did as our forefathers before us, we fret about the generation which about to take over the rein of leadership of the nation and world arena. Everything they do seem to be counter productive and heading to doom. Like that, a conversation came forth... Generation Y and their antics.
This guy was telling his newbies are forever trying to cut corners with their designated duties; how they are last to come and first to leave irrespective if he (the boss) is still around. He was narrating how in his days how he used to be early to rise, beat the morning traffic jam, grab a quick bite near the office, be immersed in work long before the bosses saunter in and later idle around fiddling with things appearing busy to wait for the boss to leave to call it a day, just to give a good impression to the paymasters!
Then the conversation went on to the gargantuan number of medical schools in the country superseding even that of the UK and hospital bashing reports in papers of late. For good measure, he volunteered his bad experience with the medical fraternity.
A gloomy day, he was feeling under the weather. Even his wife told him he looked run down with his face all puffed up and his jaw ached. Even before the sentence ended, he was zooming all the way to the city's premier private medical concern.  
After a laborious discussion, outpouring of symptoms, extensive battery of investigations and further discussions, a definitive diagnosis was not put forth by the front line medical personnel. Admission was advised in view myriad of mind boggling symptoms.  After further haggling, the sufferer left the scene unhappily as further discussions met dead ends.
A few calls here and there through country club contacts placed him on top of a top notch doctors' appointment list.
Review notes of the earlier meeting of the day before by the 'top notch' consultant revealed a disturbing diagnosis- hypochondriasis! All hell broke loose. A few calls here and there ensured the parties involved be reprimanded. A diagnosis like that would have bearings in his future dealings with the insurance company, with his fraternity and at any time when his character assassination is attempted! He was happy he managed to nip it the bud before bigger damage control needed to be mobilized!
How is this related to Generation Y and their work ethics, you may ask. Yes, I wonder too. The people in the front line were younger than him.  But what I know for sure, is God is not so unkind sending so many sickness all at one go.
By the way, a simple course of analgesics and antibiotics spared him of his miseries, all at time. Perhaps giving a name to his predicament and having confidence in the paternalistic man with the stethoscope went a long way to exorcise the dwelling demon in the body!
Just some characters who appear high and mighty as well as condescending and we have to put up with so as not offend the host.

Friday, 14 September 2012

Justice for all, still?

A friend of mine once attended a surprise party where sharks were the main item, not on the menu but rather attended mainly by lawyers. He ended up being surprised as the main conversation on everybody's lip was money, money and more money - all in tune of hundreds of thousands of ringgits, at least. It also left him with a bad after taste and it was not the food... Gone are the days where the practice of law is to fight for liberty, rights, justice and all that goes with it.
I just downloaded the whole Season 1 of the famed Perry Mason done in 1957. The TV series were instrumental in churning of many learned lawyers all around Malaysia (at least of the Gen X and late Baby Boomers). Later generations would have been drawn by the glitz of LA Law. By then, the fight for justice had dwindled and the so called glamour had taken over.
Faithful Secretary, Della Street
(Barbara Hale)
Perry Mason, the series, gives you the feel good era of the yesteryears where everybody is well behaved and well dressed. Of course, the strict rules laid down by the guild played a role -no profanity and no cleavage is revealed. Mason and his whole team seem to be working 24/7 and on top of that they seem to be dressed for the occasion, trim, proper and formal!
Some of the tactics employed by the hero appear to me like tampering with evidence and obstructing justice to me.
It is interesting that everybody is just willing to surrender when they are cornered without really denying it or giving a fight.
Raymond Burr, an actor, who later came out of the closet, used to be Appa's favourite actor when he acted in 'Ironside'.

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Another swipe at the man with the robe

The trial (1962)
Based on novel by
 Franz Kafka
Orson Welles described 'The Trial' as the best film he made. Some critics, however, disagree and reiterate that 'they just don't get it'. I fall into the latter category - I get it but the artistic appreciation is beyond me!
Anthony Perkins (yes, Mr. Norman Bates himself), the star of the original 'Psycho', acts in this movie where he (Joseph K) is rudely awoken early one morning by a few men assumed to be from the police to tell in so many confusing way that he is under arrest for an unspecified charge. There are two other characters Mrs Grubach (the landlady) and Ms Burstner, a night club worker and neighbour speak in a confusing manner just to make things more mysterious. K is summoned to attend what is supposed to be a preliminary hearing but it appeared more like a court with cheering spectators! Chaos seem to be the word of the day with K giving a sermon to the cheer of the crowd of thousands.
He leaves the court when a man just manhandles a girl to the cheering of court attendees, just to harassed by the policemen who arrested him and whom he openly accuses of bribery in court.
Then back to his workplace which looks more like a big godown where the staff work robotically just typing away and leave in unison when it is time to go. You see, all the surveillance is done by a computer.
Even lengthy conversations are monitored. It is amazing that the whole set-up (court, office, advocates office etcetera) are all like a maze with series of doors open from one to another. And everywhere there are stacks of filth of files all over the place.
Then come Uncle Max (K's distant uncle) to his rescue after hearing that his nephew is in trouble with the law. He brings him to see his lawyer, Hastler, (Orson Welles). At the lawyer's office, K seem to be more interested in the lawyer's flirtious nurse (his mistress) who is supposed to taking care of the ailing lawyer. K's case seem to go nowhere with cascades of bizarre happenings like court clerk volunteering to adjust his case for sexual favours, Hastler's mistress also offering herself to adjust the case and so on....
Basically this movie is an abstract expression and mumbo jumbo of a satire of sorts about the legal system and prejudices in law.
Cases just delayed and delayed, clients are treated indifferently after they have committed themselves to the lawyers. The clients are kept coming back and coaxed to stay loyal to their advocates. The law is made to sound too complicated to them. And the advocates are made to look like indispensable and they demand a demi-god status. First, the advocate refuses to take his case due health reason then later refuses to allow the client to terminate his services.
Even the painter who paints for the judge, promises to help out in arranging the outcome of his case.
As he comes out of a building, he is appended by some policemen who dump in a man made hole and a bomb is thrown into it denoting the use of hoodlums in the justice system or amongst lawyers.
It is a classic but may not be everybody's idea of a movie to catch on a lonely evening.

Live and let live!