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Note: The following has nothing to do with Star Wars, but did seem like a good way to tell the story without getting all real lifey and shit.
The Jedi Master looked over his seven Padawan Learners and smiled. They were a sharp bunch and were learning rapidly the ways of the Jedi. Today they had done well in their classes…picking locks, moving silently, going through the contents of a room without leaving gross evidence that they had been there. Yes, they were good, but now it was question time. He would see how well they could reason things out concerning Jedi Philosophy.
“Tell me, youngsters, why do we aid the poor and downtrodden?”
The Padawans thought for a minute, then young Emerald stood up and spoke.
“Master, we help the poor and downtrodden because it is the right thing to do.”
The Master wearily shook his head and Emerald sat down.
“No, that is why Citizens do it”, he said. “I asked why WE do it.”
Young Diamond stood and, with a bit too cocky an attitude, said “We help them because they will protect us when we need it.”
This time, the Master sighed. “You are partially right, Young One, but they will just as likely rat us out if enough pressure is applied.”
Others ventured their answers and the Master either dismissed them as wrong or as only partially correct. Finally, Young Sapphire, who always sat in the very rear, stood up.
“Master, we aid the poor and downtrodden for two reasons”, he said while wearing his everpresent grin. We aid them because it spreads good will for us through their communities. They see us as heroes. But mostly, we aid them because the poor and downtrodden are the most likely to end up doing jury duty, and a friendly jury is a very good thing indeed.”
The Jedi Master smiled. The boy was, of course, correct. Yes, the Force was strong in this one.
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So you got jury duty then? :)
Nope, never served on a jury and most likely never will. Depending upon my mood, I’m either too pro hanging or too pro fuck the cops. Attorneys hate that.
Hehehe, the only time I’ve made it into the jury selection was when I couldn’t really afford to be there. I got out of it when I told the judge and lawyers that my dad is an ex-police officer and I’m very pro cops. The judge actually asked me, “Would you not be if I told you to?” I look dumbfounded at her and said, “No, not really.” The defense lawyer immediately excused me.