The Commercial

I read for a radio commercial on Friday. The company wants a forceful and powerful reading on the background and commercial situation of their progress in the lumber felling and processing field. I met the teacher, here at Ludong, whom is the contact for the company, at the South gate of school. A Russian man named Ivan met us a few minutes later. The three of us hopped in a company car, and we headed to a recording studio downtown. The studio is a small facility, but it is pretty nice. I recorded first, but there were many mistakes in the English. I had to correct them. The company paid me a pittance as far as my work is concerned. It does not really bother me. If they liked it maybe they will ask me to do it again. If not, perhaps, then it is best to charge very little. I am not a man of principle. I am a man of reason.

The law is the same way. I bet you hear all of the principles floating around, claiming to be some basis for law. Well, that is just rhetoric. It only serves to affect emotional outcomes, based on evil agendas. Rather, the United States Government is set up to infuriate and dispose of emotions. The many procedures, professional demands on lawyers, and technical nature of trial, are a path of emotional disrobing. For some it can be quite disarming, and in many cases it can lead to emotional breakdowns. This is a means of removing emotional weaponry from the process, rather than enabling it to become a factor. I will hand it to you, that some are more adept at bringing emotion into the courtroom. Those are the ones that win big cases: read, cases that should not have been won. Often, these people are given the label: he/she gets things done. I am not one of those people.

I am a man, I believe that emotion serves in one capacity, and not another. The courtroom is not a place for healing. It is a place for retribution, condemning, and punishment. It is intended as the last vestige of reason amidst a dysfunctional disagreement. Emotion does have its place outside the courtroom. Emotion serves to disarm. It serves to show the bare necessities of life, while maintaining dignity and respect. A courtroom is a place intended by the founders, and by the euro-afro-sino-indo-mexo-aborigino-american law making body, to be a place of solace and remorse. These emotions are not as powerful as fear, anger, platitude, discord, mongering, divisiveness, or any other potent emotional content. These emotions may leave room for emotions of lower potency, which are not intended to be in court, to enter the courtroom.

The courtroom is a place to resolve, between two conflicting interests, a path towards accord and satisfaction, among other legal outcomes. As any good lover knows, getting it all out on the table, when it come to emotion, is no way to resolve issues. Some emotions just are not founded, and others are sheer madness. Perhaps, then, emotion has its place in the courtroom of favor, perhaps in the commitment for truth, honesty, and a bright future. I started this article to write about my experience, only to find emotion as a hindrance, rather than a validation of my fears.

I am now at the point of moving emotion to a small, back room, replete with antiquated storage articles, useless human appendages, among other useless things. Sure, politicians make a living off of emotional content, and so do advertisers, but when have you ever said to yourself: I want to be a politician? I have never said so, in earnest, I know that political livelihood, the kind that bases its validity on emotional support, is less politics, and more professional help, like psychiatry. It is an affirmation of the emotional hope, that the more emotionally inclined, and less emotionally validated, use as motivation for making "life more interesting." I suppose we can chalk that up to the impetus for war. I do always end with war. It is the maxim for men to make war the last resort and the end of all things, like the atom bomb, or the nuclear warhead, there must be an absolute, and it must be tangible. Without it, we are lost to ponder the meagerness of our lives. What else can I make a living from?

I made 150 Yuan from the radio spot. That is a start. It is the meek and emotionally weak that taught me to save money. My personal contribution to society is not going to last beyond the day I stop working for society. It was the strong who taught me that life does not throw a dog a bone, and that old dogs are left to die under a little boys bed on a cold night. Life is fair, but fairness is the beautiful girl who would never date you because your back is too hairy.