Sometimes defense attorneys act like prosecutors are the devil. As if we have no heart and live to torture and punish defendants. And it's true when I get a long sentence you might see me widely grinning and celebrating with a margarita with my fellow DAs. But it's not because I enjoy inflicting pain on others.
I AM A GROWN UP.
In some ways, defense attorneys remind me of the occupy wall street losers-oops-I-mean-protesters. Spoiled children who like to claim the moral high ground when all they do is parrot some liberal bull, act entitled, and ignore reality.
One of the things we learn as children (if we have good parents) is that bad choices have consequences. And no matter how hard you stomp your 5 year old foot and cry and make sad eyes at your daddy, if you talked back and got yourself grounded, you're not going to Johnnie's birthday party. Period.
Defense attorneys are all about avoiding consequences. But I believe if you never have to be accountable for your actions - if you never have to suffer for what you did - you end up in this Peter Pan world where you think everyone else should take care of you and do all the adult work while you play the day away (and camp out in tents because you're playing at protesting rather than being a real contributor to society).
I celebrate sending bad guys to jail. Because they're bad guys. And they need to be in jail. So we're all safer and they can pay for the choices they made. And I frankly don't care if they grew up poor and can't read and their mommies didn't hug them enough and girls wouldn't go to prom with them. Because when you're an adult it's time to stop blaming everyone else for where you find yourself. Make your choices and live with the results.
And if you break the law and I get your case - go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not whine. Man up (or woman up) and face the fact that you - and only you - are responsible for where you are.
Yes, I had a whiny defendant day...
