Call me a Neanderthal, call me whatever nasty name you want. I believe that everyone who steps up to the plate should be held by the same standard. I apply this precept to women who have entered the professions. Unfortunately, in democratizing the professions we`ve dumbed down the standards so that we can raise ding - a - lings and shrinking violettas to the betitled elite.

You can call me a Throwback or whatever slur you want but I was never much of a sycophant who servilely parroted whatever others found pleasing to their ears. I have standards, minimal as they are. I can tolerate a striver, a person who`s willing but unable. However, there are two things I despise above all things: a coward and a traitor. I find often the two go hand in hand. And this came up in a lecture I attended Recently, I attended a lecture on Social Security Disability whereby the sick, sore, lame and lazy live off the system. In this type of work, you deal with the rough and tumble caste most of whom have a checkered past with few skeletons in the closet. Heck, that`s the clientele. It ain`t pretty and certainly doesn`t come from the Social Register. And I`m part of the same hypocrisy out there to earn some unearned loot for these slackers to further their indolence. Oh Heck! I have no illusions, but if that`s the side you`ve engaged to advance, your obligation is to see the task through.

Well, call me Sexist or whatever label you use for the politically incorect these days but I was enraged by young female attorney who addressed ethics. During her presentation, she did not merely admit having called the police on a prospective client who though he offered no violence and peaceably left when requested had a record, she was proud of that. Her excuse: she was afraid. Many young women who take up the law have the expectation that they can be a chameleon, alternating between the super FOTZE or Daddy`s little girl as the needs of the situation presents an opportunity to work the circumstances advantageously. Earlier in her presentation, Die Fotze claimed to have shamed a Medicaid doctor into filling out an activities of daily living form without a fee. Oh, I been around long enough to know that story is super - Inflated. Medicaid/Medicare doctors are generally the scum of the earth; those who aren`t can`t make a dime out of it. Eventually, the honest doc would be forced to hang a sign: NO MEDICAID/MEDICARE. Even a true super FOTZE can`t shame someone who lives without shame and profits thereby. That is assuming of course you could get the crook on the phone.

Should Daddy`s Little Girl be a lawyer when obviously she can`t be trusted? There are more dangers in inviting the police in than Daddy`s Little Girl could imagine.

Call me an idealist because I believe you should remain loyal to the cause you`ve chosen to advance and you must see the obligation through as far as you can. The police having taken chivalrously advantage of an opportunity to escort her home because she was afraid may or perhaps will eventually return to request confidential information on other clients. The lever: the threat to go back to the prospect the lecturer was afraid of with the advice that his lawyer turned him in. Police science is a nasty business. A real lawyer has good reason to be concerned about owing the police a favor.

Yet police can be a boon to a lawyer. In the accident trade, the police could steer business Daddy`s Little Girl`s way. The connection could be worked into a very profitable pound at the cost of a little snitching. Also, I am aware of police stings that used law offices as fronts. Which is worse becoming an informant or becoming a front?

Owing the police a favor can be a headache even if Daddy`s little girl never says no. Eventually, informants outlive their utility. Then, police simply unload the informant sometimes just by letting them go; other times by an informant jacket: It can be a nasty business when the word is spread.

The better course of action would have been far less dangerous: the Gentleman who came for a legitimate purpose and left peacefully. Let the matter drop.

I warned you I`m not much of a sycophant. Were I a sycophant I would have implanted myself in a bureaucratic sinecure long ago. Yet, while I despise a coward even more than I despise a person who betrays a trust, I don`t mind so much Die Fotze`s episode of blow - bagging about brow beating a Medicaid hack: Blow - bagging is a recognized foible in the legal profession.