In The System

Not sure if it was the recent shooting across the street at the Federal court building where, a gunman decided to use a couple officer as target practice, but long before I entered the county court house on a mission to get a copy of my divorce paper from ten years ago, I could sense this dark desperate nature of future felons and naive sociopaths who had no concept of law or the imminent danger a lack of knowledge of law can present for those who become entrapt in the dragnet of the court system. The attorneys did not seem to mind, they needed the work, keep the wheels of justice flowing as they gathered in small groups dressed in their best of the rack discount wholesale suit department store, the suit of armor, the disguise, the only thing keeping them from becoming just like the rest of us here standing in line to be made to feel like Nazis, some sort of pre ordained prison bound soul who was only here at the courthouse as a mere formality until they slapped on the metal bracelets for that long walk to jail, where the concept of freedom becomes intelligible as quantum physics.



The lawyer hung around discussing some of the morning events as a old school pimp in a crushed purple velvet suit walks out, no doubt with personal law consultant in tow, working the latest angle to keep another one of his freelance employees viable for another lost weekend on the streets of Las Vegas, no one seems to notice him but me as he talks to some teenage kid over petty crimes and low rent drug busts. This is the 21st century but still these attorneys are walking around with large white folders over stuffed with court documents written in language that best hieroglyphic deciphers could not begin to crack, sort seems so analouge, where are the laptops, the virtual file transfer, nothing but paperwork amongst this crowd, so overburden, didn't these people have lackeys to wheel all that shit around, does not phase them though, as they continue to chat away about the latest victim to the system, how this angle might have been handled wrong or the client like to sniff the urine of his victims before he hand carved them into little bits of living furniture, just another day at the office, then off to the bar for drinks after the cases for the day have been cleared.



In the line up now, not sure if this is the fast track to a court appearance, but man it looks like they empty every hardcore vato, thug, and player into this Escher like maze of courtrooms and law services. More of the typical airport security run around, one old man who is way beyond any sort of serviceable need, roams the line giving everyone the once over, no more active duty for this relic who plods along like some distant ancestor of Frankenstien, still in appearance and all but mobile in his movement, the man is handing out small plastic baskets, the kind you might get cover in wax paper and filled with oversaturated oil filled fries in a midwest restaurant. Running out of hands as I have to take off my jacket, belt, then pull out the phone, keys, and various of metal objects, while some rent a cop a a dark blue jacket, you know the kind you see at concerts, public functions, and wedding who was not smart enough to enter the police adacemy but has every sort of viable weapon from pepper spray to tazer and carries his own set of handcuffs barks out repetitious orders like an automaton, souless, eyes glazed over in his junkie state of authority, this person is beyond reach, beyond the human race, a dictator stuck in the body of a sub normal unable to fulfill his dreams of global domination, content to border detail with a minute amount of responsiblity parlayed in his own mind into a gold mine of enforcement. "You all will listen to me and respect my authority or it is off to the gallow for the like of you all, hahahahahahaha.......



Have to give his moment, he is harmless as are all these other enforcement types who are just waiting for someone to give them some lip, argue, protest, or take an attitude of general disregard of the power that be at this checkpoint, otherwise, thing appear pretty dull, almost into a form of failure, disorientation. By this point I have thrown all my stuff onto into the x ray machine, then pass through the metal detector, the people in line around me, are all very somber, difficult to get any sort of intell from these types, beside the body language, which is screaming why is my life so fucked up, coming down here, the end of the road, the sum of all differences, "when they called my name I tried to run, head to Mexico, change my identity, but long arm stretches across the globe, should have tried Cambodia, so now the invisible chains have been put in place, a liability to the state of affairs and once that label is slapped on, there is no getting rid of it, total corruption or death, no mercy, no reprieve, freedom flies away as the dark skies close in, encased in the long night with no end."



Get through the screening process, done with the hack power trip freaks as I set my belonging down on an empty shut down x ray machine that get an rapid response from one of the button pushers on the x ray machine, sorry sir, going to have to move your stuff over to that clearly stated area where you can put all your crap back in your pockets and on your body once more, we need at least twenty foot buffer zone for when that nut job shows up and tries to sneak past us, get out the saps, chains, and rubber bullets, beat him into baby food mush, then off to the woodchipper, gone, DNA erased, credit report deleted, did not exist, welcome to the world of Orwell, everyone is on notice, don't think you can escape or are not amongst the hunter, just a matter of time before you kneel at the alter of the ministry of truth, it will not be pretty, fair, or reasonable, the black oil ooze of control shall cover the eyes, reality becomes one long never ending nightmare, where death is no exit only a loop back to the front of the line in the department of misery.



Now inside the local bivoauc of justice, feel like a spy, a foriegner, and alien all at once, there are some hard motherfuckers in this place and not all of them are men, some damn rough women as well, this system nothing but another galaxy to create the ultimate worked load of entrapment for financial revenue and systematic practice for up and coming legal graduates to hone their skills with the possibility of developing a enough of a reputation to eventually fund an upper middle class lifestyle full of all the amenities such as the big house, fancy car, and well funded child's tuition, all guilt free at the expense of putting more people behind bars, in lines, and or in a constant revolving door involving unpaid warrants, fines, and court costs that would never be paid in full.

I just wanted to find the record keeping area, where I could get a copy of my divorce papers which even as I finiish writing this 3 weeks later has failed reach my door, funny especially considering that the downtown city court was the wrong place to go in order to retrieve the paper work, family court, said the middle aged ex-footballer who gave me the usual Al Qaida like once over, forget looking, black, mexican, or just down right anti-establishment, with all this paranoid like inquistion, this country as dawned into an era teetering on the ranks of the Spanish Inquisition, may be only a matter of time until the authority result to such means of extracting information from people such a nearly drowning them, wait they already do that. just to wrap this up, cause I have moved on to other subjects since I began this, this hall of justice is nothing more than purgatory for prisoners, a holding room where someday your number will be call and from the looks of most people in here, a well educated defensive is one thing 98 percent of the people roaming these courtroom halls shall not be able to afford, beware, watch your back, as the court clerk laugh over drinks down the street at the local bar at the demise of so many well deserving convicted defendants who attempted to fight a system that has long since narrowed all the angles of escape from the system, which is one of the biggest businses in the country, regardless of how many politicans so the city, county, state, and federal government can no longer afford it. Late.