Turnip-headed Twats

Lawyers are often the bane of writers. Generally speaking they are a pox upon the truth telling process and an anathema to communication. In particular, the current lawyers I am grappling with are turnip-headed twats whose dedication to over caution, not knowing the facts and failure to engage with fair comment is doing harmful things to my blood pressure.

I miss working for a ballsy, news organization that actually starts from the perspective of what can be said instead of what will not upset those being written about. The recurrent legal grief I get every time I try to tell truth in print is seriously making me consider taking a Masters in Media Law. I now certainly understand Heinlein’s Year They Hanged the Lawyers.

Come the ELF revolution, the lawyers will not be hanged or even put against a wall and shot, but most of them will be looking for a new profession. Possibly farming turnips.