Ahhh...It's Only Thursday But It Feels Like...Sunday.

Ignore the title of this post...It's more like a Tuesday.

Work has been tough lately. Not because I'm all "crazy busy," but because lately, everything just fucking grates on my nerves! Let me bitch for a few paragraphs and please forgive me in advance for being confusing.

I absolutely believe that county operated Public Defender offices are the best method to represent the indigent (as opposed to a PD organization made up of all private panel attorneys) in California. I've seen private panels operate in a few counties and I've seen all those counties churn out the shittiest representation for their clients...ever. Yeah, I'm generalizing BUT I do it because I can and I do it because I have first hand experience with it!

I have to be very careful with what I say but I just want to tell all the Public Defender Investigator's out there that sleep on the job, complain about the clients, who fuck around on the job and generally act in the most unprofessional manner possible...GET THE FUCK OUT! You're giving us all a bad name! If you don't enjoy the job anymore, GET OUT! You're hurting our clients and you're hurting our profession! If you're doing this because you want a good retirement, please transfer to another county job and quit fucking with peoples lives or even better RETIRE EARLY! Ugh. It just makes my stomach hurt thinking about it.

Okay, I'm done now.

So! On to a subject that is the complete opposite of my rant (which was not directed to any co-worker or even anyone in the county where I'm employed). I've received emails from quite a few people lately who are applying for jobs as PDI's in California (some are applying at a county I happen to live and work in!) but I really don't get a chance to answer each and every email right away...sometimes it takes a few weeks (believe me, if I could blog about being a PDI for a living...I just might do it). So, just know that I'm getting back to you as soon as humanly possible and yes I will probably cheat and turn it into a post to kill two birds with one stone...er...well, at least stun the birds really, really bad.

For now, in my free time, I am driving the vehicle you see down below. I drive it when I get home from work just to relax with my friends. If you have any idea what this vehicle is and you enjoy participating in the same activity, you should know how to reach me.

The Tazing of a Fellow Bro

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Don't Taze Me Bro!

Yup, this is the monster news story that pulled me out my long hiatus from posting semi-regularly.

For all of you that have been asleep or at least away from the computer, please click on the following link to read the story and look (and listen) to the video.

Its not chilling and its not frightening. Aside from the very serious possibility that this young guy could have become just another statistic in the long line of people seriously injured and killed after being hit with a Taser...This is the funniest g*d damned thing I've heard and seen in a long time!

Sure, I'm probably an asshole for saying it but c'mon! We all know that he wasn't tazed for disrupting the event...he was simply tazed for his use of the word Bro.

Listen Bro, let me tell you something. You see? You see what I did? I was using my Bro in a slightly condescending yet friendly tone. Never pull out the Bro card when you're scared or trying to defend yourself. You demean yourself and more importantly, you demean the Bro.

A more accurate and appropriate phrase to throw at the officers in this situation would have been, "What the fuck are you doing? Why would you...No...Don't fucking Taze me!" Do you see how I've managed to instill a bit more of a sense of urgency?

That was nice, that felt good. I got a lot of shit to catch up on with you folks and its time for me to get out of my self-imposed depressive funk....Let's Rock & Blog Bro's! Rock & Blog!