
(image from Belgrade's Radio B-92, by way of East Ethnia)
P. Paladin re-wrote this song in honor of Jason, who's heading to GA to be a P.D.:
We beg you, Lord, to help and defend us.
From the TNT:
Update 12/17/05: In a blow for shame-based sanctions, the temporary prosecutor has taken down all his offensive public posts and is switching his journal to members-only, but not before he picked up a raft of new readers in the San Francisco p.d.'s office. I suspect that instant karma's gonna get you, Mr. Kuo.
From the Olympian:
What're you looking at me for? I'm not a dump truck! So we folded right on the brink of trial, but hey, we got a deal to dismiss three out of the four felonies. And two gross misdemeanors. Yes, with prejudice. No, no problem.
If I still lived in Twin, I would have a hard time explaining it to my shepherd-heeler mix if I defended the accused in this case:
On Friday, a fine day out to the Jet City! We woke to genuine snow here on the South Sound, then I made it up to Seattle for a WACDL CLE.
Then from the high-brow delights of downtown Seattle to south King County and Winco! Every southern Idaho expatriate in the Puget Sound needs to make a pilgrimage here! Friday night in the Winco in Kent combined highlights of Idaho and Western Washington: Falls Brand meats, bulk food bins and white guys with garments visible under their shirts sharing the polyglot camaraderie of working-class Seattle. I loved it.
Yesterday afternoon, a guy was shot and killed about two blocks from the school where my boy started kindergarten. The principals of the two schools in the neighborhood moved quickly to partially lock down their students, locking the doors, calling the parents and so on.
Lately I've had appointments with two contrasting styles of client, both enjoyable in their own way, each coming at the problem of being charged with a felony from a different direction.
I remember this classroom. From the Twin Falls Times-News:
And I was complaining when my client was housed 30 miles away:
A description of one of the things that criminal defense lawyers do, or try to do - make sense of the senseless. From the continuing coverage of Tacoma mall shooter Dominick Maldonado:
By now you've heard about our shopping mall shooting spree. No one died, thank G d.
The coppers have caught my neighborhood bank-robbing witch.
Commercial fisherman, crabber, pilot, soldier, diver, sailor, deputy sheriff, public defender. 
Thanks to OlyBlog for the reminder that this is the anniversary of the 1919 Centralia Massacre, which took place to the south of here, and for pointing me to a digital collection of pamphlets, leaflets, and letters concerning the shoot-out. The UW site also includes some legal history with your labor history:
Today my thanks in particular go to:
Video from Tacoma: Brawl Breaks Out In Courtroom