THE DISTRICT COURT IN AUGUSTA, MAINE  -  THE JUDGE  AND THE BAILLIFF

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LIBERTÉ , EQUALITÉ , FRATERNITÉ

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AUGUSTA, MAINE DISTRICT COURT

The building reminds, to the point of being mistaken, of an Evangelical Church, and as any church has something fundamental in common with the court of law - the false prophets.

THE PAIN and its COMMISERATES had entered the courtroom # 1. It looks like a funeral home with the empty catafalque, until the JUGÉ enters with the command: all rise !

THE PAIN was sitting on the left, in the row of the church/funeral home obedient chairs, while THE MONEY with her USHER situated themselves on the right.

In the middle runway, instead of anticipated parade of the pallbearers, or the majestic, once-in-a lifetime-celebrity-like bride , stood: THE DEATH, and THE TRUTH.

But the most important is THE BAILIFF, with his instant, ever present power. Despite his importance, it is the common, while disturbing character among general population of people, as well, as of people isolated and/or congregated in the specific institutions e.g. mental hospitals, jails, prisons, sects. HE ( THE BAILIFF) exercises his power before the sentencing; his job is extremely stressful, heart-attack prone, if he wants to achieve HIS instant gratification, HE aims for - moment-by-moment, he seems to gratify HIMSELF with open and legal psychopathic personality of the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, without hiding either, but unexpectedly, causing and spreading terror - switching randomly from one to the other. Fascinating, but frightening spectrum of the human nature. Could HE be gentle in the after hours Augusta with his tension and bird’s of prey visual concentration?… Or his spectacle relieves him from something potentially darker in his impulsive nature ?…And why he doesn’t see THE DEATH and THE TRUTH in the alley, or the entrance of THE ANGEL? Paradoxically he is not feared nor noticed by the shallow audience. They pray to the sitting at the catafalque JUGÉ .

On the March 1^st, after Easter however, the court had been 

  reserved and empty of previously attempted hearing, as well , as of the parade of the indistinguishable “lowlives” who can drive any jude to senile dementia and the presiding judé on the previous schedule was on the bench all his career without its climbing , declaring us afterwords only the spectates of his clerical job, and releasing to the MARCH 1 ^ST JUDÉ ( lost my

 sentencing papers - will publish names with entire copies after obtaining the duplicates).

THE USHER was on the level of THE MONEY. Incompetent, huffing & puffing, sweating from the phony confidence.

Why THE TRUTH was remaining in the aisle ? Because THE PAIN was painfully prejudiced for the ideal truth, and THE MONEY was tried to see THE TRUTH , which she had not noticed.

THE JUDÉ had allowed my recording to the voice mail of CREEP , who was not present in the church/funeral parlor. The CREEP has too many reasons to remain neutral… It was the hearsay, and not relevant to THE MONEY.

THE PAIN WAS DEPRIVED OF ANY WHATSOEVER defense, introducing any evidence, and from any form of establishing innocence and the MONEY’S motive, for THE PAIN being drugged to that parlor.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed

Everybody knows that the war is over

Everybody knows that the good guys lost

EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT THE FIGTH WAS FIXED

Yes, JUDÉ , I shall follow your “career” in your fraternity.

THE PAIN is already sentenced, but you had sentenced little, orphaned girl.

When it will comeback to your parlor, somebody like yourself, will cover for you, but you will be ingrown to small-town chair with the life sentence. It is effective only when THE PAIN does not stop and increases in its gradual intensity. In that isle whom THE DEATH was facing - the false witness and the false judgement.

THE ANGEL, you had not seen THE ANGEL.

You got a flavour, JUDÉ ? Of the CREEP, whom you had not seen, and who was in the best interest of your provincial FIX ?

Culture differences? I agree, I was the most intelligent in that parlor except for THE AISLE, WHOM YOU HAD NOT NOTICED. YOU CANNOT ON YOUR TINY ISLE.. IT’S A PITY THAT FOR THE TIME BEING YOU ARE in charge OF THE HUMAN MISERY, WHICH YOU ONLY MULTIPLY FROM THAT CATAFALQUE. YOU SMELL OF YOUR RECESS LUNCH AND ITS INDULGEMENT, WHEN THE COURT IS IN YOUR SESSION, JUDÉ .

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