Knackered Needs  Justice with Benzos

   Hey there.  Knackered here.  When the mail arrived the other day, Ms Knackered discovered that she had, yet again, received another jury summons.  

   This sort of thing is supposed to be random among registered voters who happened to cast a ballot in the last election.  Yet, between the two of them, it seems to have become a regular occurrence in the last few years.

    Knackered is unsure as to the meaning of the word ‘random’ as it’s applied to the government, but he’s been chosen more often than not to win the ‘prize’.  He narrowly escaped the army when his name was chosen as one of the lucky winners back in his college days.

   Nowadays, it appears that those of a certain age are quite ‘lucky’ to be called repeatedly to serve in the justice army.  The last time he gathered with the chosen lot, all had hair whiter than his and needed support to help them in. 

   His first trip to the hall of justice provided him with ten dollars a day compensation and three days of deliberation spent in a stifling room dining on fast food.  In the end none of them could sort out the guilty party among  the housemates accused of sale and possession.  The three accused beat him out to the parking lot.  

   Having survived, he returned to a room full of distraught special needs students and a substitute cowering at the black board.  His request to be excused having been denied. Of course it was.  

   Eighteen months went by before he was accosted by a man in the parking lot on a dark November night.  Expecting to be mugged Knackered was handed a summons to give a court deposition in a pending trial regarding a staff member.  Winner again.

   He was on the floor helping solve math problems sometime later when a student tapped him on the shoulder to let him know that a weird lady was knocking at the window.  He peeked up to find someone waving an envelope and pointing at him.   This time he’d been summoned as a witness to the employee’s trial.  

   After Knackered testified and was thoroughly harassed and humiliated, the employee was awarded enough of a settlement to escape town and set up shop elsewhere.  

   As the saying goes, fool me once, fool me twice and…yet it all came back to haunt him during his retirement years.  

   This time he simply told the judge he had no faith in any part of the justice system and by the way, he knew the accused was guilty without  even hearing the charges.  He was quickly ejected and hasn’t heard from them since.  

   As Ms wrote and recently mailed in her excusal request, Knackered overheard another broadcast of the illegal amenities awarded to members of ‘supreme nine’. He’s really beginning to wonder who’s keeping shop in this country.  

   As for returning to the stand any time soon, future blogs may find Knackered attired in orange and writing from a concrete bunk in  the slammer.  In the words of William Sherman, “If nominated I will not run.  If elected I will not serve.”  Enough said.