Except that, contrary to Mark Twain’s teachings, the pig appears to be enjoying it. Witness his continued sociopathic insistence that the term “moral obligation” has no actual meaning.
Hey Rand Rover I’m sorry your prestigious job at a legal firm forces you to help those poor unfortunates who didn’t have all the systemic advantages you had throughout your education. It sucks having to talk to those damn poor people who couldn’t pull themselves up by the family bootstraps, doesn’t it?
Oh, wait, that’s not what I meant to say. Sorry. My actual post should’ve been the following: Go get lost in a hurricane and never heard from again**, you elitist piece of shit.**
My apologies for any confusion this might have caused.
You’ve participated in 28 pages of a thread to defend that you have no obligation or responsibility to provide services pro bono, and you can say with a straight face that another poster is looking stupid here?
I sent a cease and desist fax to a rogue collection agency operating out of New Orleans. The next day Katrina struck, and the collection agency was never heard from again. It was then I realized that lawyers are gods who have the power to control the weather, and of course have no moral obligation to mere mortals.
So honestly, grow a pair. Next time a senior partner sends out an email about pro bono, respond by email. Copy the entire firm. Tell him/her you have NO responsibility or obligation to do pro bono work. Include a link to this thread.
Stand behind the strength of your convictions. Certainly your arguments here will sway him to your point of view.
Here’s what I don’t get: my ridiculous accusations against **Rand **in no way reflect poorly on his daughter, unless you’re the kind of person who thinks a rape victim is in some way responsible for the crime committed against them. Raping your toddler makes *you *a bad person; it doesn’t say anything about the kind of person the kid is.
If we’re really lucky, we may even approach a saunter.
Psh. The *correct *conslusion was *clearly *that the PTB disapprove of rogue collection agencies and desire to see them wiped from the face of the earth.
But… this would make him publicly identifiable as an asshole. By bitching about his firm’s decision semi-anonymously on the internet, he maintains a public fiction of not being a contemptible fuck.
Poking him with a stick? I think you mean feeding him carrots.
I’d be happy just to know which client is being billed for his SDMB hours. The senior partners (who are among those many of us out here in the hive mind of society with no concept of the meaning of “moral obligation”) might want to know about that, too.
Says the guy who’s proud of getting his way in regard to his bosses’ instructions. So far. Not for long, though, I’d wager.
Yes, having my way with you would be to know your real name and real firm, so I could forward this entire thread to the senior partner you’re pitting in so cowardly a fashion here. But since you insist on bitching to us rather than to the source of your frustration, we have little recourse but to get pissy with you. I suppose we could forward this thread to the Illinois Bar Association, and ask them to look into your complaint for you, in hopes of getting some meaningful responses, i.e. responses that have some real life consequences for you, which you might feel bound to honor. Would that be okay with you, either to tell us your real law firm, or to authorize our contacting the Illinois Bar Association for a ruling, since you have zero respect for anyone who doesn’t actually wield power over you, you cowardly shit? If not, mind explaining why it wouldn’t be okay? After all, you’re proud of the position you’re taking, aren’t you?
I’m gonna take a wild stab and say this is already one of his office’s worst-kept secrets. There’s only so much concealment a pair of Clark Kent glasses can offer.
Especially since most lawyers, in my experience, actually enjoy their pro bono work, and talk about it rather freely. So Rand Rover’s cover would be blown pretty quickly:
Coworker: Hey, I spent last weekend judging a moot court competition for high school students - those kids are nuts! I think one of them is going to the national competition.
Coworker 2: Sweet! Yah, I did the tax law clinic on Saturday - they brought in free falafel for the volunteers.
Coworker: Damnit, we only got donuts at our thing. Rand, what’d they feed you?
Says the guy who’s whining that someone senior to him in his organization dared to remind him that he has a responsibility both as a member of his profession and an employee of his firm.
It’s my firm and sincere wish that someday soon you will grow up and spend the time you would otherwise be posting reviewing every single thing you’ve ever said here and weeping in obscene embarassment.