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August 06, 2011

In Memory of Lucian Freud (1923-2011): Yo, Opal, pull up a couch and talk a spell.

Don't let anybody tell you that you never want overweight jurors, or that you always want them -- or that you never or always want any other group. It just isn't true.

--Anne Reed, January 2009

Wait a minute. Fat people aren't jolly after all? We did worry for a while that the heavy-set, the lazy and work-life balance devotees were on the road to becoming quasi-suspect classes requiring intermediate scrutiny under 14th Amendment. Well, we checked this morning and it hasn't happened yet. But what about overweight people as jurors? We kind of like them on juries for defendants: to cut you some slack on petroleum spills, PCB contamination and the occasional insider-trading felony murder. Imperfections rarely derail The Way Ample. But we can be wrong. See "Overweight Jurors Are...", first published in 2009 at the enduring Deliberations.

Jurors 8, 9 and 10 on break. Lucian Freud's "Benefits Supervisor Sleeping"

Posted by Holden Oliver (Kitzb├╝hel Desk) at August 6, 2011 12:00 AM


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