can't count the number of times i've written an alpha brief, my firm approves it, then i send it to local for filing and they say "mmmm, judge faggot doesn't care for lines like this" and strikes it.

other side of course has offices in Wilmington, Marshall, San Jose, etc. and doesn't have these castrations, so their alpha brief goes through and wins

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3980439&forum_id=2#36078252)

http://www.abajournal.com/magazine/article/joe_jamail

“Today’s law schools teach students how not to get emotionally involved in their cases,” he says. “That’s bullshit. If you are not emotionally involved, your client is not getting your best effort.”

While Jamail’s tongue has swayed many juries and judges, it has also gotten him into trouble. In Novem­ber 1993, Jamail was defending his friend and client, Pennzoil Corp. Chairman J. Hugh Liedtke, in a lawsuit regarding the takeover of Para­mount Communications Inc., of which Liedtke was an outside director. During the deposition, Jamail called a lawyer representing QVC Network Inc. an “asshole” and said his deposition skills could “gag a maggot off a meat wagon.”

The Delaware Supreme Court reprimanded Jamail, calling his conduct “an astonishing lack of professionalism and civility.” Jamail told Texas Lawyer reporter Brenda Sapino Jeffreys on the day the court issued its opinion, “I’d rather have a nose on my ass than go back to Delaware for any reason.”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3980439&forum_id=2#36083859)

Local counsel used to practice with local Judge in the county prosecutor's office years ago and goes to church with him.

lol @ some lawcuck questioning why he raped his "alpha brief"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3980439&forum_id=2#36078352)

and that's why the judge knows he's a pussy

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3980439&forum_id=2#36078365)

These are all things that stay in the brief if you submit it directly to the partner.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3980439&forum_id=2#36078547)

Judge Smith, newly appointed and unsure of himself, filled the silence. "What do you think of those Shook Hardy Kansas City lawyers we had in here on that Phillip Morris case. They sure were fancy: so smooth, so prepared."

"That's nothing," Judge Morris said, face ruddy and with his ample belly straining against his brown vest, "Back in 1990 we had a bunch of folks from Wilmer Cutler in here for the Stoney mine collapse case. Their oral arguments would sing like sweet bluegrass coming up from the holler."

Judge Alfred Lawrence Jones III, a thin and stately man of 97 years, stirred for the first time. The other two Judges quieted. He rarely spoke anymore.

"You know nothing about real lawyering. In 1937, when I was an errand boy at this courthouse, I saw Paul Cravath argue a trial on behalf of an heiress who was into some bad business with a land speculator. He was an old man then, and in bad health. He would cough into his handkerchief and seize his chest every few hours. But when he spoke, everyone in the courtroom listened like God the father himself was speaking."

"Everyone turned out for the trial. Even the debutantes from Louisville came to town to see the great Mr. Cravath. The ladies loved him. Now women weren't seated on juries back then, but if they had been, you can bet that those land speculator's would have thrown a fit."

"Now when the arguments were finished, the jury came back in about 15 minutes. That didn't catch anyone off guard. Even the land speculators had tears in their eyes when old Mr. Cravath gave his closing argument."

"Before they could deliver the verdict, Mr. Cravath stood up and addressed the court: 'Your honor, I didn't begin this practice so that I could win cases on the basis of celebrity. Would you please tell these gentleman to go back into that room and think about the evidence in this case for a little bit longer.' And with that, everyone in that courtroom knew that they had seen something they would never forget."

As Judge Jones finished his story, he shrank a little in his chair, as if lighter from the weight of the tale. The men sat in silence as the sun passed behind the peak of Sugarloaf Mountain and bathed the valley in twilight.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3980439&forum_id=2#36079469)

seemed very mentally ill

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3980439&forum_id=2#36083515)