Thursday, April 29, 2010
Justice is a tough master. Or mistress. Or wherever you make your bed, that’s where justice lies. Toughly. Sweating, with a blindfold, cuffs perhaps, and those cute silk scarves, and … where was I? Oh yes, lying with justice.
But you know, justice is kind of choosy about the company it keeps. Surely the whole world waited as justice concluded a 10-year investigation of an Olympic athlete and finally stripped her of the Bronze medal for, well, something or other that happened in something or other. Then there was the exhaustive study, all the way to the Supreme Court, as to whether two pieces of wood nailed perpendicular to each other 75years ago could continue to exist in that configuration, in their original location.
But isn’t that just like justice? It will chase you to the ends of the earth for an old library fine, but when it comes to the forces that busted up the entire United States economy, well, you can find justice over there by the speeding tickets. Justice hasn't much taste for the big score, it prefers the neat and dainty gesture.
It’s easy to forget that justice is an invention and not a discovery. Justice may prevail from time to time, but it's no fire, water, or wind. Still, invention allows for reinvention, so I've got a suggestion for Arizona. While rounding up all the dangerous characters, beware the guys in three-piece suits who greet each other with a cocked thumb over an extended forefinger. It's a Goldman Sachs gang sign and means Gotcha.