Last night I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamed I was back in the Marines, a gunnery sergeant in an infantry company headed to Camp Lejeune. Worse, I would have to drink that contaminated water for more than a year.
It must have been one of those horrible commercials. That’ll teach me to fall asleep with the TV on. I have always had a fear of having to trudge around in the mud. It’s why I went into the airwing.
By the way, I did get close enough to those who did trudge through the mud to have the utmost respect for them. That seems far more than those who choose to speak the foreign language of legalese. I hate it when anyone likes to jump on the chance to take advantage of a very unfortunate situation.
Maybe it would be a good idea if it would be required for all lawyers to report their profits from tort settlements. That way they would get all the disrespect they deserve.
One might say they are just helping those wronged. Yet take their reward from them and see how much help they are to anyone. Look at all the good they did during the tobacco suits. I wonder just how much of that money ended up in the hands of lawyers and their friends, the politicians verses those actually harmed by tobacco.
As far as I’m concerned, it is a nightmare worse than the one I had. When I awoke, the horror depated.