In Soviet Rusia, we used this trick all the time. After you confess you are gay, you can claim you slept with someone else (thus impuning them as gay in the eyes of other bourgeoisie biggots) as a final act of revenge.

35% had jobs, but WHAT JOBS. Jobs as attorneys? Jobs capable of paying back their student loans?

Law schools should be required by the ABA to report employment statistics that only count people who are actually making use of their J.D. as something more than a sweat rag and/or toilet paper.

WORKERS UNITE!

Brothers, sisters: you work and toil, but receive only debt. Your paper, that you cling to, produces no ownership of the means of production. Rise up! Cast off the shackles of oppression, and eat a nice portabello mushroom sandwich, with fresh balsamic vinegar, and a sauce made of equal parts mayo and pesto. UNITE!

His name is Robert Paulson.
His name is Robert Paulson.

Has anyone figured out what the logo is on his perp-walk shirt?

Hey, at least Scalia could make a silk purse out of this guy.

I saw a Loose Change video that totally convinced me there's no way that Teddy Bears could start a fire like that.

Wait, this isn't about Mike and the Mechanics?

It's only malpractice if it would have turned out differently, eh workers of the world?

@56 . . . !

Workers of the world unite! The Bourgeoisie partners play you against each other, all the while treating you as the running-dog lackie petty Bourgeoisie that you are. Bind together, throw off your shackles of oppression, and .. BRB icepick

"heartfelt regret" is code for "budgetary glee"

Comrades, I invite you to mother Russia to work in the fields during your 1L and 2L summers.

You will learn actual, valuable skills during this time, rather than fascist law.

Вылижите мои большие солёные шарики

Got my email!
I must report to central party headquarters tomorrow.

3000 hours a year, which works out roughly to 60 hours a week ...
Damn

129 = wise

Workers unite!

And recruiters will continue to just look at class rank for precisely this reason.

This is nothing but a layer of soothing balm for the chafed rectums of future law school grads, who may not be at the top of their class, and are thus jobless, but hey -- I got a higher GPA!!!!!111!!!11!