Family law is the Creature from the Planet Zantar. It has twelve eyes, six tentacles, four arms, a beak, a stinger, poison glands and a gaping maw that can’t get enough puppies to eat. It is immune to fire, radiation and electric shock, eats guided missiles for breakfast, and it has come to earth to enslave us all.
At least it seems that way to me. In this regard-and in this regard only-I am pretty typical of most judges. We’d rather go six rounds covered in barbecue sauce against Mike Tyson than handle a family law case.
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