I had my court hearing today. Pic related. Took a microsecond but it was an experience and a half. I didn't realize I don't get an attorney because they are not pursuing jail time. Just anger management in the plea deal, which will cost me less than getting a lawyer to defend me, which means America's lowest court systems are pay to not get reamed, to juxtapose the upper court systems which are pay to play.
Really felt like an assembly line. Go as fast as possible. The prosecution knew nothing and almost fucked me by having the wrong information. That's legal! How tf am I supposed to be required to know the law in its entirety but this legal dude is not required to know facts about the case he is throwing around like a FedEx package handler.
Well, that's one field where we can expect an increase in accuracy from switching to AI. The judge was in an out, and I'm sure there's shit I am not aware that's going on, but where does the prosecution get off being flagrantly ignorant if I cannot make a joke about how much of a joke our justice system is?
I wrote a 2k word document to illustrate the types of manipulation my life partner does AND why that's not his fault as well as how his treatment fixes the causative problem. Nah. The safest and cheapest option is to take the deal and do the 26 anger management classes. But therein, I didn't understand that's what the prosecutor was saying until after because he spoke fast and with terms I've never heard before. I was very confused, so I'm glad for the continuance, at least.
But wait, there's more! Police woke me up at 2:30 this morning saying someone was yelling and screaming. I was dead asleep. Either the law is fucking with me, or someone filed a false report. Or maybe someone else was yelling and screaming. I don't know, I was asleep! Then this morning, God made me feel I was going to get famous for liking feet. This is my brain as a schizoautismo person; how tf do I get justice when my brain is against me?
Thank you! The fact that I have to pay for the classes ($20-30/piece) is the harshest punishment, but I do need to get better. I've just started getting therapy too, but even that feels like an assembly line. We got too many people to serve and not enough doing a service. I'm trying to help with my educational (f)art project, which has opened doors for me, to include meeting my life partner, but I dunno what comes next with that. Just started drawing again. Really like expressing in this Basquiat style regurgitation of half-picture, half words, because I can encode a lot with that. Maybe I become a painter next! Always on the up n up. That's the important thing. That's what C-ing to me is (E=mc^2).