Published in the January 30, 2009 Journal
When your youngest is 16, and more or less the only one left at home, “Life in the Slow Lane” isn’t as fitting as it once was.
I’m still free to opine on issues relating to family and my Reason for Living, but now that my interaction with “the baby” is limited to texting, voice mails, eye rolling, and her running commentary on my general lameness, I have more time to contemplate other things.
My youngest wants me to devote more time to things other than her academic and moral development, but I’m not turning in my Mom Card any time soon.
Still, “Often Wrong, Never in Doubt” is a far better fit now. It’s pretty much our family motto, but we’re open to licensing it out to various political parties and churches.
I’ve tried to have “Often Wrong, Never in Doubt” translated into Latin for our family crest, but the ancient Romans weren’t into irony so much, at least not on paper, so it doesn’t translate literally.
Which makes me wonder if biblical authors, like Saint Paul and those fun-loving Ephesians, for example, were actually being ironic, much more of the Bible may have been lost in translation than we can imagine.
That could mean that I’m not supposed to feel bad about not being submissive to My Reason for Living after all.
But I digress.
Doubt is ironically underrated, because it makes the world go round. Without doubt, we’d have a king instead of a new president.
Without doubt, Martin Luther would not have reformed anything more significant than his sock drawer, and we’d be reselling indulgences on eBay.
Without doubt, there would be no schools of journalism, just reams of press releases. Without doubt, all marriages would be arranged (but then we’d have something legit to blame our parents for).
Without doubt, we’d have no recessions, no booms, just one perpetual Ponzi scheme. Without doubt, we would have no court system, only ceremonial coin tosses.
Which reminds me, there’s one court here that often amounts to that very thing, but at least it’s an equal opportunity employer. If you’re over 21, have a high school diploma or a GED, you too can be appointed as a judge in magistrate’s court.
You’d decide disputes up to $7,500, and you don’t have to know bupkus about state law. You don’t even have to be a lawyer. If there’s a local opening, and you’re on a state senator’s Nice List, you could be appointed by our governor to a four-year term earning way more than you’d otherwise ever get with a GED.
And, you get to be called Judge. Even better, you automatically get an annual raise. (Magistrate salaries are not on JournalWatchDog.com, but no doubt they will be soon.)
Wanna be a judge? Go ahead, suck up to a senator. The lines at DMV are now shorter, but Magistrate Court isn’t in the sights of our reform-minded governor.
There’s a 13-member advisory committee including representatives from education, law enforcement, plaintiff attorneys, defense lawyers, solicitors, USC law school, House and Senate judiciary committees, and other folks promoting something more than kangaroo litigation.
This committee makes an annual recommendation to the Supreme Court regarding eligibility, certification, and continuing education requirements for magistrates.
They’ve been getting together for years… with no change in sight. There’s certainly no pending announcement about requiring magistrates to have a law degree or something off the wall like that.
This advisory committee needs a Doubting Thomas on it. (I’m a girl, but I’m available.) As long as I keep my sarcasm in check, it could translate to improvements in our magistrate courts that could reach biblical proportions.
But I doubt that’s going to happen any time soon, so apply now. In this economy, amazing jobs like this shouldn’t remain such a well-kept secret.


