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Litigator for Hire

Reactions: This is capitalism at both its best (there is a need/market with an accompanying economic opportunity, this individual is filling this need) and its worst (merely an ambulance chasing wolf dressed up in an Armani sheep skin).

Pennsylvania, like many states that are strapped for cash because their lotteries are dedicated to supporting our seniors and can’t be touched for any other purpose, sells a wide variety of license plates that are targeted at very specific, some might say microscopic, markets. There are plates for both PA and non-PA universities, NASCAR, the blue elks or the moose lodge or something like that, retired legislators (apparently there isn’t one for dead legislators), and a variety of other audiences (the German-American Police Association is still pending). Today I drove behind one titled “Trout Unlimited” and the number (which I’m assuming is sequential for that type of plate) was in the 40,000s. More than 40,000 unlimited trout enthusiasts! In Pennsylvania alone!

My eBay addiction continues unabated, leading to the headline above which does not, as one might presume, refer to the results of many of the spamproducts on the market, but rather to the painting technique of the one of the artists whose work I follow. In a snarky allusion to the schlocky Thomas Kinkade, THE PAINTER OF LIGHT, this artist calls himself the “Painter of Light and Dark Clouds and Sky”.

Spamfiction: The Demon uttered an exclamation of anger, and stamped his foot so fiercely that thousands of electric sparks filled the air, to disappear quickly with a hissing, crinkling sound. You might have astonished those ignorant natives as easily by showing them an ordinary electric light, he cried, mockingly. The power of your gifts would have startled the most advanced electricians of the world.

Electricians?