I remember back in the early 40s when I first discovered this thing called “conflict of interest.” I was the pitcher on the church’s softball team. The umpire had to leave because someone told him that his cow was out of her pen and was walking south on Route 13.
My father was asked to empire the game, which we were losing to another team from the Baptist church. It seems that somehow pitched only strikes. When the Baptist team found out that I was the son of the umpire, they complained louydly and eventually just left the game.
This all was brought to mind recently by the obviously questionable conduct of the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court Bernard Goodwyn. So, over the years I have been filing lawsuits in connection with my Whistle-blower campaign.
After a spell I noticed that I was losing every case that I brought before the courts.
After losing ten straight cases which concerned misappropriation of public funds for alcohol, chocolate candy, pills, etc. I discovered that Samuel had appointed al of the ten judges and that every case concerned the Supreme Court. I talked this over with the boys down at the pool hall and they all said this was like a father umpiring a ball game in which his son was the pitcher.