Earlier in the day someone asked me a direct question about has my opinion of Mark O’Mara changed?
When I read any sentence including the words: “you”, “opinion”, and “Mark O’Mara”, my gut reaction is to cringe. Why? Because so many people think I hate the guy because I’ve been critical of him.

To reconcile their opinion of my perspective, others have even claimed I hold some personal agenda or animosity toward him. None of which can be even considered remotely close to factual. My criticism has historically been an opinion I consider to be intellectually honest.
Three lawyers are hosting a fancy formal, yet intimate, dinner replete with crystal goblets, and starched white linen napkins. They are Mark Nejame, Mark O’Mara and Don West. The guest of honor is the queen of England.
During the toast the Queen farts, loudly. A brief moment of polite company awkwardness is dispatched by Mark NeJame standing up and saying to the table audience: “please excuse my embarrassment”, and with the witnessed chivalry of polite ownership he briefly excuses himself.
The table comfort returns, the awkwardness diffused.
A few well presented courses later, the Queen again has a bout of echoing flatulence. This time Mark O’Mara is first to his feet, and says: “your Highness, I hope you will forgive my embarrassment”; Like Nejame, O’Mara has taken ownership to express his chivalry.
As the table guests adjourn to the library, once again Her Royal Highness cuts a noisy cheese. This time, Don West quickly looks over at her Majesty and says:
“That’s alright Duchess, have that one on me”.
This is how each of these attorneys appear to me. (more…)



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