There's no justice

Why, O Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? In his arrogance the wicked man hunts down the weak, who are caught in the schemes he devises. He boasts of the cravings of his heart; he blesses the greedy and reviles the LORD. In his pride the wicked does not seek him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God (Psalms 10:1-4).

My father's auto accident is turning into a nightmare. I took the day off (we only had a staff development day) and drove him to the doctor assigned to him by his lawyer. It wasn't a very inspirational visit; the whole thing smacked of shady operations and scams, with emphasis on needless daily "therapy" to establish pain and suffering in preparation for the forthcoming lawsuit. This is not the type of atmosphere my father is familiar with.

The woman who rear-ended him, whose husband works in a police department (though I don't believe he's a peace officer), is claiming that my father hit the car ahead of him first, causing this
woman to crash into him. What actually happened is that she hit him and smashed him into the car ahead. Since the two women in the car ahead felt only one impact, it's pretty clear that my father's is the true version. Still, obviously the woman at fault and her husband are adept at manipulating the system, and it looks like getting anything out of their insurance, much less medical or a rental car, will be like pulling teeth. Bad news.

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On the plus side, tonight's trivia at the Hangout went well. We had eight teams, everyone seemed to have a lot of fun, and people came up and asked if they could play next week. It was a much more pleasant, affable atmosphere, not like last week when the horrible stench of futility lingered in the air as Friar and I asked questions to a basically empty room. Tonight was great; we even had an irritating very drunk girl come up on stage and bother us. I asked the room, "Who wants to escort this drunk idiot off stage?" and she got pissy and left. Awesome.