As I think has been mentioned before around here before, I have been a small town, general practice lawyer for more than 35 years. It’s not an outstandingly successful practice but provides my wife and me with a comfortable living and has financed a fair start in life for our children. I like to think that I have a local reputation for competence, fair-dealing and reliability. I get pretty protective and not a little defensive about mine being an honorable profession.
This evening I came home a little early and sat down to watch the local TV news. In the middle of the broadcast up comes a 30-second commercial that tells me that the Bayer Aspirin people have withdrawn a product after some number of deaths. Then the ad tells me that if some friend or family member has died after taking this product, or if I have had kidney failure of dark urine after taking the stuff I should get right on the phone right now, without delay, and call an 800 number that will connect me with some lawyer in, of all places, Houston, Texas! Are you listening, Minty Green, Houston, the home of our President, By God, Texas! There could be, says the announcer with the voice of an over ripe mango, CASH, in green flashing letters, yet, in it for me. I should call this miracle worker, this paragon with the ability to delve into the deep, deep pockets of Bayer Chemical Company, GmbH, right away, while there is still time for my ship to come in, tie up and unload a bountiful cargo. Call now, call now, call now. It’s like an ad for the Mexican National Lottery, for God’s sake.
This aggravates me just a tad. In the days of my youth this sort of stuff was called Championery. It was regarded as a bad thing. Other lawyers would shun you. Your license would be at risk. It was not done. Now some anonymous ambulance chaser from, for the love of all that is sacred and true, Texas is soliciting for plaintiffs in the wilds of Northeast Iowa. The whole thing is unseemly, undignified and in blatant violation of the Iowa rules on lawyer advertising and not just a little bit surreal.
There are days that I almost agree with December and the other “first we kill all the lawyers” types. Good God, man, this is a learned profession, not used car sales.