The Scales of Justice and the Tipping Point

Practice makes perfect.

Or strange bed fellows. Depends on the situation. Or. how one looks at “it”. Debate is good. Debate is necessary. Debate is needed. Some may argue that there are two sides to every story. Some may argue that rules are made to be broken. Some simply like to argue.

True.

But. Ambiguity has it benefits and detractors. It largely and often depends on how one looks at it. The truth. On the one hand, is the truth like a matter to be chewed up and spit out? On the other hand is truth like a matter to be taken seriously. The aura of belief lies somewhere between organic, grown, reared and learned.

That is where the argument begins, middles and ultimately ends. The situation comes raging in, gets tossed around endlessly, and sometimes grinds to an abrupt halt. With no resolution because somewhere along the halls of Justice someone,

“Bailed out.” As in. Bailed out. Bailed out the bailer. Because it was too hard to stand ground.

Guilty until proven innocent. Beyond a reasonable doubt. Terms used in the American Jurisprudence system. After the evidence is presented, before the verdict is announced. See the word “prudent” in there?

I do.

Largely a reason why bonafide Medical doctors and Lawyers also known as counselors(—no, not those kind of counselors) —“practice” law. Why? Because practice plus experience is equal to perfect. If only life were that simple. There is so much, too much gray. Right now. And too many dishonest persons willing to chew up and spit out the truth.

And. What the fight is all about becomes the question. Restitution. Reparation. Reputation. Character assasination. Reckless disregard. A life for a life, an eye for an eye. “Just write a check”, “pass the buck”. “Delete, Delete, Delete”. It’ll take care of everything. For some.

But not all. Majority rules. Authority used to. Win. But that was before all the “shenanigans” took over. And boy oh boy…….When truth is toyed with like a see saw, the Scales of Justice wobble unnecessarily.

The court room is not a playground. Some “players” simply like to hear themselves talk. While the rest of us reasonable people work for a life, a living, our immediate and nuclear family. Take care, nurture, build it up so others can knock it down.

Not on my watch.

That concept is nowhere in my hall of Justice and never will be. So. Forget about it. Any brave person can see it. See what is happening. There just around enough of the bravesters ready, willing and able to stand up for what is right. I, for one, will never snub my Father, the Founding Father, my Holy Father. Never.

The trajectory of life can change in an instant. It changes completely. The meaning usually does not. You see, a principled person usually wrestles daily with the fact that a law was broken, perhaps an injustice occurred, a bad thing happened. Consequences, accountability, when thrown out the window, is a snub and a smear and a punch in the face of another. Of my Father, the Founders, the Father.

This is confusing stuff. And to read a legal “brief” one would most likely absorb an opposite experience of redundancy and repetition. Didn’t I just say that? Get my point? There is nothing more sacred than laws and the legal system. And in the case of a “brief”, redundancy is a most necessary.

Because with matters of such importance—when life and lives are on the line, it is vital to cover all bases and not just one or two. The point is not so much the outcome, the ending, the judgment.

It is principle.

And without principles. We got nothing. No matter how much the dollar-ly reward is. Or check in the mail. payoff, sell, Mail, or snail mail. Or whatever. Because really, what’s done is done. And when a grievance is not addressed fairly, and honestly, we are left to just.

Live with it. And sometimes it festers and eats away at us like a bad bug. Some would say, “get over it”. That is the problem with a principled person. They probably never will. “Get over it”.

Unfortunately that can be beyond impossible. Because the stink of a matter lingers long after the excitement of the moment has passed. And. When bed fellows invite certain persons into theirs at the expense of others, the scales never have a chance at balance. The scales of Justice swing like a see saw, up and down, up and down, up and down. In dizzying arrays, at dizzying speeds and sometimes snail-like as well just to drive in the knife of indecision further.

Ironically, that may be a good thing, because a decision not made is a decision not decided. See what I mean. The redundancy continues. And sometimes the madness. The scales go up and down and up and down. As as such as is life, savvy persons simply know how to work the system. Look the other way. They just do.

Which is really not a good thing. Some may argue that “everybody lies” as if that makes a lie ok. Some may swing the other way and physically push or actually punch another in the nose upon feeling an injustice. They take matters into their own hands.

The key, is remorse. Goes back to the consequences and accountability argument. And a suggestion that when in doubt about doing the right thing one should go back to their kindergarten classroom and remember what they learned about how to treat another person. Don’t push down. Pull up.

Hey. We are all just trying to get by. Trying to survive. And no fair playing the blame game of “I didn’t know” or I have this or that condition. There are situations where this is truth. But there are other situations where this is an excuse. To get off. The bus or train of dishonesty. To not care. To not take it seriously.

Other arguments state, “It is just business”. May be. That has been used, is one argument. One may argue the karma tic belief that “What goes around comes around”. As in God will “take care of it”. Personally, I do not believe God will “take care of it”. Perhaps, shower some mercy down. But, not take care of it”

Some others may be accused of exhibiting “sour grapes”. The list of defenses is endless. The list of arguments never ending too.

There is no denying laws and rules are the bed rock of a just society. Unfortunately some bed fellows, just like the bullies on the playground, make it a habit of hopping in and out of others bedrooms like there is no tomorrow. People really oughta stay out of other people’s bedrooms. Others simply over step their bounds, other boundaries and think it is their right to hop into the bed of another person’s home in order to “get ahead.”

In the end. There really is only one judgement day. That is when we are called home. To God’s house. Where we are welcomed with open arms, no judgement with all our principles in order and in tack.

When the scales of Justice bob up and down, swing up and down, don’t waiver. Stick to your guns. Even if and when you have had “it” up to your eyeballs, feel you are at your tipping point. Best be careful what you tip, tip in, and avoid tipping. Over.

One way or another, the outcome will be what it is supposed to be.

It is what it is.