Jury Doodie
Like unexpectedly stepping in a fresh mound of dog doodie in a park (in new shoes, none the less), getting jury duty is a pain-in-the-ass. It sneaks up on you like that putrid stench at the bottom of your shoe you don’t notice until you’re in the house, except the stench of jury doodie smells legally binding. You can’t wash or scrub it off. So imagine my frustration when I get assigned jury duty as a college student on a day where I have a full set of classes, and in a courthouse so far away I have to shelp to.
I do not think I should have to serve jury duty or fulfill my “civic obligation” (as it says in all caps and in bold on my notice). Here’s why:
Washington, DC is not a state. Why should I have to “serve the state” if the government refuses to give me the privilege of living in one?
In the dirty turmoil of Europe in the Middle Ages, loyalty and service to the state were defined by the wretched feudal system, but at least the monarchy could keep this policy without argument from their subjects complaining that they do not even live in a state (that’s not to say that the feudal system of the Medieval period was a cake walk compared to my current situation, I’m just saying that current authority should not subject district residents to something like jury duty when we are not residents of a state nor have a vote).
I’d rather step in dog shit than have to unjustly serve jury duty. At least dog shit doesn’t deprive me of any rights. Dog shit doesn’t prevent me from having a vote in Congress, and best of all, IT GOES AWAY. In fact, I welcome dog crap on my shoe. I’d welcome it with open arms as long as it meant no jury service.
TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION
