[Entry post 4-4] Oct 13th 2026
I had planned on spending my entire day vomiting, but I have managed to pull myself away long enough to compose my displeasure in slightly more concrete form.
I recently appeared in court for what may prove to be the final time. I assume anyone following this journal understands what I mean when I say that the outcome of that trial, and the transition it represents, is nothing short of legal heresy. No I'm not talking about the petition filed asking that my sentence be carried out with the greatest swiftness our city allows--I have for many months been at peace with my "impending doom." What vexes me is not the legacy I crafted for myself, but the one others have decided for me. One other.
Law is an imperfect tool--it has always been so. But it has always operated on the assumption that we make it as efficient as possible by adhering to its philosophies, and most important, leave its processes in the hands of society's most capable. Years of schooling, exams and standards all exist to offer justice the skilled warriors it deserves to defend its banners. Aside from a few slight missteps, I have upheld the cause favorably, I should think. No sensible man would willingly undergo surgery with an unlicensed physician. Even the most common retail drone receives training and evaluation before stepping in front of a customer.
But thanks to the efforts of one, justice now prostitutes herself to the masses. From now on judgment will not be decided by the educated and gifted, but ignorant, dull-witted mouth-breathers with no understanding let alone respect for the institute they are meant to uphold. Is this progress? Entrusting a man's fate to the slovenly, vapid cattle that populate our purgatory of a city? I am only too glad to be behind bars in such a world! Had I known this was his great design, I would have confessed long ago!
What are my sins, compared to this?
I hope you're all very pleased with yourselves.
I recently appeared in court for what may prove to be the final time. I assume anyone following this journal understands what I mean when I say that the outcome of that trial, and the transition it represents, is nothing short of legal heresy. No I'm not talking about the petition filed asking that my sentence be carried out with the greatest swiftness our city allows--I have for many months been at peace with my "impending doom." What vexes me is not the legacy I crafted for myself, but the one others have decided for me. One other.
Law is an imperfect tool--it has always been so. But it has always operated on the assumption that we make it as efficient as possible by adhering to its philosophies, and most important, leave its processes in the hands of society's most capable. Years of schooling, exams and standards all exist to offer justice the skilled warriors it deserves to defend its banners. Aside from a few slight missteps, I have upheld the cause favorably, I should think. No sensible man would willingly undergo surgery with an unlicensed physician. Even the most common retail drone receives training and evaluation before stepping in front of a customer.
But thanks to the efforts of one, justice now prostitutes herself to the masses. From now on judgment will not be decided by the educated and gifted, but ignorant, dull-witted mouth-breathers with no understanding let alone respect for the institute they are meant to uphold. Is this progress? Entrusting a man's fate to the slovenly, vapid cattle that populate our purgatory of a city? I am only too glad to be behind bars in such a world! Had I known this was his great design, I would have confessed long ago!
What are my sins, compared to this?
I hope you're all very pleased with yourselves.