Well, day two of the grand experiment.
For those wordsmiths and poets who didn’t think we’d publish the “rumpole sucks” comments, we did. For those who didn’t think we’d publish the “Phil R is rumpole and he blows” we did. (boy are you people going to be shocked when we are outted.)
The one really strange post was the well written post complaining about Judge Jackie Scola drug testing people at arraignment. The post then goes on to make a derogatory comment about her appearance. As we have said before, you can posit that a Judge does not have the brains of a fruitcake, (not our opinion of Judge Scola, but maybe yours) you just can’t make fun of their appearance. How hard is that to grasp?
Trust us, we don’t like this. There are other ways. We can require that anyone who posts first join the blog and post under their name. That never stopped Jason Grey, Bobby Reiff, Mike Catalano, Phil R, and others. Or we can allow anonymous posts with the proviso we screen them to make sure they comply with these simple rules. Or we can go back to the old way and remove posts that violate the rules with the problem that some may stay up awhile.
One thought we have is that we can switch back between an open forum and moderation depending on whether we are in the office or in trial. For example, this week we spent an inordinate amount of time at the Vatican (Fed Ct) before one member of the College of Cardinals (Fed Judge) getting berrated for mentioning unmentionable matters like “reasonable doubt” “presumption of innocence” and “the fourth amendment.” (The prosecutor sneered at the mention of the 4th amendment, we kid you not.) and knowing the blog was moderated helped. Next week, we will not be in court and can open the blog up again.
Is that a fair solution? We note the poll in which the option of Rumpole moderating the blog is gaining ground.
We are not the monster censor some of you make us out to be. And yet, resorting to calling out the silent majority on our behalf is much too Nixonian for our tastes.
See You in Court with our red pencils tucked away.