It has been noted that MLG and I are Heinlein fans, NAY, devotees. Like him or don’t, the man advocated personal fucking responsibility over all else (Commandment #1 in our household), and was positively PRESCIENT where some things were concerned… For example, in the novel Friday, the titular character is forced to travel through the California Confederacy on her way elsewhere, and runs afoul of both bureaucracy and politicians. The picture so vividly painted here of California-of-the-future is of an insane asylum with the fuckin’ lunatics in charge.
Sounds kinda familiar…
The California Supreme Court ruled Thursday that a young woman who pulled a co-worker from a crashed vehicle isn’t immune from civil liability because the care she rendered wasn’t medical.
The divided high court appeared to signal that rescue efforts are the responsibility of trained professionals. It was also thought to be the first ruling by the court that someone who intervened in an accident in good faith could be sued.
Lisa Torti of Northridge allegedly worsened the injuries suffered by Alexandra Van Horn by yanking her “like a rag doll” from the wrecked car on Topanga Canyon Boulevard.
Torti now faces possible liability for injuries suffered by Van Horn, a fellow department store cosmetician who was rendered a paraplegic in the accident that ended a night of Halloween revelry in 2004.
Kiss my ass. The entirety of it. Please?
Yes, most people know that moving an accident victim is not the best idea, but this bullshit judgement insinuates that the defendant damaged the plaintiff a’purpose, that she deliberately cause the cow’s paraplegism. Now, considering the girls were partying together, I’d venture to guess the plaintiff did not embark upon the evening actually planning to injure her co-worker, as something like that would be far more easily accomplished with a semi-auto, a length of sturdy pipe, or even, you know, your hands and the correct application of leverage.
What we actually have here is just another fucking freeloader, looking to make someone pay for the injustice of the universe, because she was surely about twelve seconds away from becoming The Greatest Cosmetician Who Ever Lived…at least until that bitch broke her back.
SHIT HAPPENS, HONEY. Get a high chair with wheels and keep doing your fucking job, hey?
No, no, must bitch and moan instead, and add just a little more piss to the Self-Entitled Pool, so that eventually bystanders will simply stand there and watch the next car accident victim scream in agony instead of moving to offer aid and comfort. WIN!