I laughed. I cried. I threw up a little bit in my mouth. Lawyers don’t dispense justice, lawyers represent clients and their interests. Period. If lawyers were involved in the dispensation of justice, killers caught red-handed would have no trial lawyer. Ken Lay, Enron’s CEO, wouldn’t have spent one day in court, and on and on.  As a Lifetime Awardee of the legal profession, I’m sure Spence knew this at one time before he got caught up in a God complex about himself and his vocation.  

As one commenter put it, “You’re stranded on a desert island. Who would you rather want with you, a doctor or a trial lawyer?” Another hypothetical: what percentage of people have never been in a courtroom as a litigant (ie, needing a trial lawyer) versus what percentage of people have never been in a doctor’s office?  How this frilly-fringe-wearing blowhard wasn’t laughed off the stage makes me shudder in awe for the power of mob mentality at work in this “swanky” hotel ballroom.

Far be it from me to actually wish someone harm, but should Mr. Spence get hit by a bus outside a county courthouse, bleeding internally from blunt trauma and finding it difficult to breathe from a worsening hemo/pneumothorax, I wonder what he’d say when, as trial lawyers trip over themselves to hand him their business cards to sue the bus driver, the bus manufacturer, the tire company, and the city that improperly paved the street, his deoxygenating brain thinks, “Thank God I was hit in front of a courtroom instead of a hospital!”