| Claud Cockburn SOME court action in small town America comes this way, captured in a publication called Ireland’s Eye. (Would this be an Irish version of Britain’s satirical Private Eye?)
It’s set in Mississippi and an elderly grandmother is on the witness stand.
Prosecuting attorney: “Do you know me, Mrs Jones?”
“Why, yes I do, Mr Williams, I’ve known you since you were a boy and, frankly, you’re a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their back. You think you’re a big shot, while you haven’t the brains to realise you’ll never be more than a two-bit paper pusher, Yes, I know you.”
Taken aback, the lawyer points across the room. “Do you know…