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The latter probably will not fit his public persona. For these reasons I
decided to skip calling Mr. Middlegaff, or anyone at the housing office, and
went directly to the Manager's office, in person. I had no hope of influencing
Mr. Middlegaff, who clearly had had a policy handed to him, which he was now
carrying out with bureaucratic indifference ("Have
(A Nice Day" indeed!). I had little hope of getting satisfaction from the
Manager-but, at least, if the Manager turned roe down, I would not have to waste
time going higher. The Golden Rule, being a privately-owned company not
chartered by any sovereign state (i.e., being itself sovereign) had no authority
higher than the Manager-God Almighty Himself was not even a minority partner.
Decisions by the Managing Partner might be utterly arbitrary ... but they
were utterly final. There was no possibility of years of litigation, no way a
higher court could reverse his decision. The "Law's Delays" that so blemished
the workings of "justice" in democratic states down dirtside could not exist
here. I recalled only a few capital cases in the five years I had lived here...
but in each case the Manager had sat as magistrate, then the condemned had been
spaced that same day.
In such a system the question of miscarriage of justice becomes moot.
Add to that the fact that the profession of law, like the profession of
prostitution, is neither licensed nor forbidden and the result is a judicial
system having little resemblance to the crazy ziggurat of precedent and
tradition that passes for "justice" dirtside
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