Judicial Temperament in the Empotent State

What’s his name? Artful Empathigon? Anthro Emojiron? 

Arthur Engorgon? It’s early. First coffee. Working on it…

Judges are not usually appointed to the bench for their resemblance to Seventies kitsch like mood rings and lava lamps. They were a thing once. Like Jimmy Carter was a thing once. Like the NYC bailout with junk bonds under Mayor “Kiss Me” Koch was a thing. But nobody’s nostalgic for those things anymore. Except maybe, come to think of it, the State of New York, where all kinds of Seventies fads are popular again. Free love for violent criminals who must be accommodated through this difficult phase in their personal development. Porn oozing from every surface in Times Square, because who are we to say it’s a worse eyesore than Trump Tower? Total financial meltdown because Big Apple intellectuals are the smartest and wisest people on earth and know that grinding poverty is something that only happens below the upper floors of the Upper East Side, far less important than the ‘feeling good’ feeling you get from pretending to empathize with their privations. 

 

Starting to soak up that warm loving feeling?*

Crime and sex and money will all take care of themselves. What really really matters is getting the right emotions in charge of things, up to and even including the law. Exhibit A:

Judicial temperament doesn’t seem to be the right word. Fiction-writer temperament 

seems more accurate as a description of his rules of engagement from the bench.

Don’t think there’s much more to be said about this. No need to add punchlines to things that are already punchlines as a condition of being. But you know about me and music. After I finished making the video I looked at it and thought it kind of a shame that there’s no perfect music video to go with this. You know, something from the Silly Seventies with weird heads, the right middlebrow lyrics, and the look of having been filmed inside one of those red-yellow-blue lava lamps. Too much to ask. But wait a second. My mood ring just lit up all happy on my middle finger. Try this one on for size. I think it’s a keeper.

Time to go. Th-Th-That’s all folks…

This was the original close of the Engorgon Video.

Deep-sixed when I had to post at YouTube because 

two YT strikes have made me a Copyright coward.

Later.

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*Yes, Blobs were a thing back then too. No wonder they’ve managed to make an amazing comeback:

The big Big Blobfish Story HERE.