I don't understand how it's possible for people who do not even need a degree in any sort of law to be elected as a district magistrate. What sort of fucking country do we live in?
By the way, do you think I could get my fine reduced just by asking?
I don't understand how it's possible for people who do not even need a degree in any sort of law to be elected as a district magistrate. What sort of fucking country do we live in?
By the way, do you think I could get my fine reduced just by asking?
The definition of Magistrate varies from state to state. As do the various powers of a Magistrate. In my state, magistrates are generally not lawyers. They are not really judges, but have certain limited judicial powers such as setting your bail bond amount, putting a new court date on a file, accepting your guilty plea to minor traffic offenses and deciding the appropriate fine, continuing your traffic case to a new court date, and actually presiding over your trial on the charge that you wrote a worthless check. Minor stuff.
They are not elected in this state. They are appointed by a team consisting of the Clerk of Court, Chief District Court Judge & Chief Superior Court Judge of the county.
here in WV, magistrates only wear pants and throw 16th century vases at you when you say words like: "box, at, there, around, here, and, the, aluminum, bauxite, heroine, cocaine, about."
it's bad if you have to explain your story to them
here in WV, magistrates only wear pants and throw 16th century vases at you when you say words like: "box, at, there, around, here, and, the, aluminum, bauxite, heroine, cocaine, about."
it's bad if you have to explain your story to them
Well, I'm going to the Penn State game right now, for free because this girl is too nice, but I will talk to you lot later. Morelli is my Beckham and I will fucking heckle this fucking douche until he dies.
Man, this friend of mine, or better said, this former friend of mine was going to be an Erasmusstudent in Madrid. To picture the situation correctly, you need to keep in mind this guy is full of air. He's always bragging about incredible situations he was in and how cute the girl was he met last night.
Anyway, all summer he was bugging me about Madrid whenever he would encounter me and he'd tell me how cool Erasmus was going to be, you know, the adventure..
So he finally left for Madrid the 15th of September. And apparently returned the 19th. Turns out he didn't bother to learn a couple of words in Spanish and freaked out on the spot. The day after his return he met some other friend of mine and told him he came back, because "in Madrid everyone spoke Spanish".
This has got to be one of the saddest Erasmus experiences ever. Especially because nowadays he doesn't even dare to come to class anymore. He's too ashamed.
Man, this friend of mine, or better said, this former friend of mine was going to be an Erasmusstudent in Madrid. To picture the situation correctly, you need to keep in mind this guy is full of air. He's always bragging about incredible situations he was in and how cute the girl was he met last night.
Anyway, all summer he was bugging me about Madrid whenever he would encounter me and he'd tell me how cool Erasmus was going to be, you know, the adventure..
So he finally left for Madrid the 15th of September. And apparently returned the 19th. Turns out he didn't bother to learn a couple of words in Spanish and freaked out on the spot. The day after his return he met some other friend of mine and told him he came back, because "in Madrid everyone spoke Spanish". This has got to be one of the saddest Erasmus experiences ever. Especially because nowadays he doesn't even dare to come to class anymore. He's too ashamed.
Man, this friend of mine, or better said, this former friend of mine was going to be an Erasmusstudent in Madrid. To picture the situation correctly, you need to keep in mind this guy is full of air. He's always bragging about incredible situations he was in and how cute the girl was he met last night.
Anyway, all summer he was bugging me about Madrid whenever he would encounter me and he'd tell me how cool Erasmus was going to be, you know, the adventure..
So he finally left for Madrid the 15th of September. And apparently returned the 19th. Turns out he didn't bother to learn a couple of words in Spanish and freaked out on the spot. The day after his return he met some other friend of mine and told him he came back, because "in Madrid everyone spoke Spanish".
This has got to be one of the saddest Erasmus experiences ever. Especially because nowadays he doesn't even dare to come to class anymore. He's too ashamed.