“Did I mention that I once threatened the life of the President’s daughter?”
If, for some reason (we won’t ask) you were going to trial this week, you can be relieved that the Derb won’t be on your jury:
Spent yesterday at the county courthouse after reporting for jury duty. Actually spent most of it in an empanelling room where two attorneys preparing a civil-litigation case (dental malpractice) were sorting through 20 or so of us to figure out which ones they wanted on their jury. I was not picked, no idea why.
Attorney: “Tell us about your work, Mr. Derbyshire.”
JD: “Well, I’m a writer. Had a book out last year, working on another one. Do a lot of opinion journalism, you know, commentary, reviews and so on, for conservative papers and magazines — especially National Review…”
I don’t imagine that this was mentioned:
Chelsea is a Clinton. She bears the taint; and though not prosecutable in law, in custom and nature the taint cannot be ignored. All the great despotisms of the past â€” I’m not arguing for despotism as a principle, but they sure knew how to deal with potential trouble â€” recognized that the families of objectionable citizens were a continuing threat. In Stalin’s penal code it was a crime to be the wife or child of an “enemy of the people”. The Nazis used the same principle, which they called Sippenhaft, “clan liability”. In Imperial China, enemies of the state were punished “to the ninth degree”: that is, everyone in the offender’s own generation would be killed, and everyone related via four generations up, to the great-great-grandparents, and four generations down, to the great-great-grandchildren, would also be killed. (This sounds complicated, but in practice what usually happened was that a battalion of soldiers was sent to the offender’s home town, where they killed everyone they could find, on the principle neca eos omnes, deus suos agnoscet â€” “let God sort ’em out”.)
Voir dire works.
The Republic survives for another day.