Classes of Bar School Achievement (Shyster, Thief, Espionage, Lawgiver, Jurist, Vicar, Pontificate)

What are the seven classes of tribunal agent? Everyone thinks their system is the one they know, but it’s more complex than that. Each is a slur, for someone that has studied a particular field of ethics, then taken a standardized test to determine their fitness, before standing before the bar commission at an exam. You could be a lawyer, age 18, an esquire, a proper man or woman of standing before the courts.

But let’s explore, the seven classes, of the bench.

Shyster: This is an individual with a family trade that operates as a corporate front for the police to control criminals. They have married, out of their religion, and had a child, that operates a rolodex book, for professional murderers. A victim, is targeted, based on contract recommendation of secretary (typically an ex-con’s wife or retired nurse), with a posting in a public place, posing as police access, for the murder of an individual. They have been maneuvered into a law degree, by father, with an easy prints cheat sheet, and a guaranteed position as a ‘hole-in-the-wall’ insurance firm.

Lawyer: A finch bird, this is an individual who practices law as a ‘law school’, a corinthian grant school, someone cut off by their parents for thieving from another criminal, whose parenthood is honest but has fallen on hard times, and can no longer stomach their son or daughter. This is a juris doctor, a law degree past highschool and with an undergraduate degree. They don’t represent themselves, and lie frequently, and often have a fraternity or sorority, but never a fellowship commission, unless a remedial degree, in which case they were a clerk, for a corrupt court. Some make it to law professor, the type of anus, a living asshole we sneer at, that police work over for pleasure, at their failed hopes and ambitions.

Barrister: A media-enforcement firm representative, a barrister is someone who specializes in crimes of state, committed in interest of a criminal group of foreign envoy, or rarely a sea’s bridge firm, someone enforcing state’s tariff acts for betterment of own country or body, a nefarious sort participating in pogroms, genocide, or outright litany of larceny, a falsely acquired public defender. They specialize in the bar room, a Mafia doctor of law, with a degree acclaimed through claiming intent to distribute narcotics to their dormitory staffing, often an individual who was chosen for a marketing firm but failed, due to refusal to be arrested, placed in prison confinement instead. The lowest type of scum on an attorney’s pole, the list of expert witnesses, these ones specializing in ECT and jaundice serums, to kill spies for INTERPOL or whatever “fag-like” (a police term) organization they can find to practice media compliant intent for the clergy.

Attorney: An honest man, or a dear God woman, they had law enforcement experience in a prior life, through parenting, and they are the perfect candidate to defend any lawyer’s report, a victim of a thief or spy or even a judge. They are the God’s given of our society, often coming in many weights and shapes, through anyone willing to sit for the bar having failed school for anything, even a media critic’s degree for a website. They are the Gods that we provoke, the true source of country and commune, having many walks of life but a secret degree in the closet, our common truest source of ally and prevention. The defense attorney, such a lofty stick that they waive, often betrayed and thus degreed, with the simple decree of law that a police officer needs a friend, not a suspect, and that a judge needs an advocate, not a source of pleasantry.

Judge: This is the police officer, the provincial law authority and the law panelist combined. The mightiest one that a man can see, but far from the strongest, they have been placed by Senate panel at the helm of an entire flagship command, charged with determining if the defense attorney is righteous, the prosecutor is true, the witnesses are blue dyed in their faith of the honest rich men, and the jury selects the poor as provision. In the secret halls they lurk, a man with a cape on defense case, or perhaps an old wig in times of war. They are the kings of our society, each one propositioned by an executive of government, and approved by veteran’s gild of halls of legate, to see if they are willing to oppose the common good, in the name of the common law. They are the purvey of all they command.

Vizier: This is the high accord of court, the political scientist. They are not what you think, certainly no American. This is a man of the international body of European politick, a magician in the way of his hammer, often with another job such as a comic book writer, an economist, a criminal, or a berube, but often they find themselves laying out the weight of the law in price of commodity, versus the blood of life threatened to be shorn. It is not the guilt, that summates the Vizier, but the worth to life reformed, and in this, we find the practice of law, that of legislature, those books and brings we find through us, to the point of almeister. They are the cop’s guardian angel, someone who can determine that we are just in applying law, without trickery or forswain oath against, because the common decency is whom we uphold.

Magistrate: This is the highest court of the land, the sergeant-at-arms of a legislature. They are an uncommon champion, a military veteran of officer’s class, a man trained to understand heraldry or strategem or faith or the skies or even the dark sea, placed in position of stewardship over the law, of veteran’s Columbisate, the term used for the cartography of uncharted courses, among us elected to hold sway. They determine all things in determination of law, their veteran’s experience from holding command of men and losing their unit, the only way to determine if one is fit to defend your children, with a simple determination of the man at alms holding sway if propositioned to speak, not by self, but by country.

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Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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