Journal entry—I was in the jury pool

By សតិវ​ អតុ

This was the first and last day of my time in the jury pool. I was subpoenaed and I showed up. I had hoped to spend more than one day there. Unlike the last time I was called I wore a collared business-casual shirt. The first time I went to the jury pool I wore a t-shirt with a cartoon character on it. I wanted to get thrown out.  I thought it worked.

So when I got there, there was a giant t line of mostly Republican Party voting yahoos from the not so fine state of Kansas. There was a ten minute presentation on the TV about how wonderful it is to serve on a jury and obvious stuff a juror has to do once accepted in the jury room.

There were a lot of old farts. The obvious reason is they are retired and have nothing they need to do beside sit in a jury pool and do virtually nothing. Most younger people find a way out of it. There are a few young people and some nice looking women.

I only get $10 a day and millage—what a screw! They want us to come in here for THAT! But I was here only one morning and they sent me home. As with the first time I came here, I had to wonder if I really would ever want a bunch of conservative Republicans to decide my fate, if I were on trial. The answer is NO. If I was on a jury I’d have to argue for justice with these people who are often dolts. Maybe this was for the best.