Senator Larry Craig is in a bit of trouble these days. He attempted to get some lovin' in a minneapolis airport bathroom stall. The partner he wanted to tango with happened to be an officer on a sting. Hilarity has ensued.
People are caught up in the notion that there is a problem with his anti-gay stance but very gay wants. As we thought when we were 14 and everyone thought being gay was awful, whoever was loudest about hating the gays usually was the gay.
The real benefit of this story is what we have learned about soliciting sex in a bathroom stall. CNN reported that "the officer says that he was in a stall adjacent to Senator Craig's stall, Senator Craig made some tapping gestures with his foot, and then rammed his hand under the bottom of the stall." CNN went on to explain that this is how you get the attention of your lewd sex partner.
Now, I have to think back to every time I have been in a public restroom and just thought the person next to me was anxious and wanted some more toilet paper.
I also wonder if when you are soliciting lewd conduct in a public restroom whether or not it is bad form to actually take a poop and if you do take the poop how do you communicate that, yes, you want lewd gay sex, but you need your partner to wait a few moments while you wipe yourself.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Bar Exam Part 2
I had the wonderful opportunity a month ago to take my second bar exam. I have decided to turn this into an annual thing and will be taking a third state's bar exam in '08 unless of course I failed Florida and then I will be returning to the greater Tampa Bay area and retaking that test.
The second time around was alot less nerve racking then the first. I hoped that I could make the first time experience for the people sitting near me in the bar exam and waiting in line around me far more interesting. I figured I wasnt well enough prepared to guaranty passing so I might as well try to bring others down to my level.
When I took the cali bar I had a nice older gentleman who was already practicing in Oregon tell me not to worry that there were alot of dumbasses in the room and that since I had found my seat on my own and dressed myself with very few flaws that I was very likely going to pass. It is a test of minimum competency, getting the top grade means you studied too much. His advice was helpful, that and studying for 4 weeks straight probably were the reasons I passed.
My advice to the first timers near me in Tampa was similar in that it came from a human's mouth. The guy in front of me in line was sweating profusely. I asked him why he was nervous, he tried to play it off that it was hot, I pointed out that I am not a physical specimen and am a jew so therefore I sweat pretty much at the first sign of humidity, movement or spicy food. I told him that in the state he was in he had no chance of passing. That people far smarter then him had failed the test and really he should consider another career field. Unfortunately the guy in front of him overheard my comments laughed and then corrected me, hatred. The guy in front of him was a dwarfish jewish man and filled me with hate, I hope he failed miserably. I dont care how the sweaty kid did, if the bar screws with him that much I dont know what chance he would have in a courtroom.
The man sitting next to me in the exam was a kind man in his early 30s taking his second bar exam as well. I tried to convince him the first essay was on professional responsibility but he didnt bite. So, I found a kid who used to go to my high school wandering the convention center and convinced him the property law question really dealt with easements and not conveyances. Since, allegedly I practice this type of law for money he had no choice but to believe me and to start to sob. I enjoyed his tears since I never really knew him 10 years ago and figured he must have been a stuckup brat like most the people at my private institution. His family makes cigars, cigars cause cancer, cancer causes death, he kills babies.
So, I hope the babykiller failed. I hope I passed.
Anyhow, I hope I passed the Florida Bar since I missed out on some fun trips and nights out to study for it; not counting the billable hours I missed accruing. It will be worth it in the end if I can reach the status of my mentor and be licensed in california and a second state but yet have no intention of ever practicing in the second state. That fool really is a hero to all of us.
The second time around was alot less nerve racking then the first. I hoped that I could make the first time experience for the people sitting near me in the bar exam and waiting in line around me far more interesting. I figured I wasnt well enough prepared to guaranty passing so I might as well try to bring others down to my level.
When I took the cali bar I had a nice older gentleman who was already practicing in Oregon tell me not to worry that there were alot of dumbasses in the room and that since I had found my seat on my own and dressed myself with very few flaws that I was very likely going to pass. It is a test of minimum competency, getting the top grade means you studied too much. His advice was helpful, that and studying for 4 weeks straight probably were the reasons I passed.
My advice to the first timers near me in Tampa was similar in that it came from a human's mouth. The guy in front of me in line was sweating profusely. I asked him why he was nervous, he tried to play it off that it was hot, I pointed out that I am not a physical specimen and am a jew so therefore I sweat pretty much at the first sign of humidity, movement or spicy food. I told him that in the state he was in he had no chance of passing. That people far smarter then him had failed the test and really he should consider another career field. Unfortunately the guy in front of him overheard my comments laughed and then corrected me, hatred. The guy in front of him was a dwarfish jewish man and filled me with hate, I hope he failed miserably. I dont care how the sweaty kid did, if the bar screws with him that much I dont know what chance he would have in a courtroom.
The man sitting next to me in the exam was a kind man in his early 30s taking his second bar exam as well. I tried to convince him the first essay was on professional responsibility but he didnt bite. So, I found a kid who used to go to my high school wandering the convention center and convinced him the property law question really dealt with easements and not conveyances. Since, allegedly I practice this type of law for money he had no choice but to believe me and to start to sob. I enjoyed his tears since I never really knew him 10 years ago and figured he must have been a stuckup brat like most the people at my private institution. His family makes cigars, cigars cause cancer, cancer causes death, he kills babies.
So, I hope the babykiller failed. I hope I passed.
Anyhow, I hope I passed the Florida Bar since I missed out on some fun trips and nights out to study for it; not counting the billable hours I missed accruing. It will be worth it in the end if I can reach the status of my mentor and be licensed in california and a second state but yet have no intention of ever practicing in the second state. That fool really is a hero to all of us.
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