Bill, Bill, Bill…
I am busy beyond belief. In ten days I fly to Minnesota to start a 2,500 mile/4,000 kilometer almost two month-long bicycle trip. I’m planning, organizing, coordinating 50 or so nights of lodging, sorting, repairing, packing… you name it, I’m probably doing it. I have 240 hours before I need to get on the plane and I’m pretty sure I’m going to fill most of them with getting ready to go.
Bill, there’s just no time.
I really thought that, without further assistance me and my subtle pen, err… keyboard, Our Oaf would be like the garbage that takes itself out. John Hoge’s case is going to, in that great Naval argot, hole him at the waterline. The dismissal of his South Carolina federal case will see him sunk without a trace. I don’t need to help with that, because the Ponderous Party is doing all the heavy lifting himself.
But today, Oh. My. God. And it’s not even football season.
And The Oaf wouldn’t know from a football even if one got stuck up his capacious ass (along with his head, imagine) sideways.
But I can’t even.
The motion is his (untimely, “methinks“) request that the court reconsider its ruling that he needed to appear at his show cause hearing and the trial in John Hoge’s Maryland case in person. I’ll ignore his assertion that the motion is fully briefed. It either is or it isn’t. Time will tell. But now we enter the
“Failure to rule on it…
Cite us a rule or a case that sets a deadline, oh Acme Law God, for the court to so rule.
What, what? There isn’t one?
Oh yeah. Well, as a housekeeping matter the court will probably rule on your motion before trial starts. Probably about a minute or two before trial starts. Right in front of your sorry ass, sitting in Judge Hecker’s courtroom.
Or not. Don’t come to Maryland, Bill. Bet your continued sad little existence on an appeal. Risk all on your completely ill-premised interpretation of the Americans with Disabilities Act.
I need to go pack.