My father was a defense attorney in Romania. He defended peasants accused of insulting Stalin – saying things like, "I pooped on Stalin's moustache" – and others accused of belonging to the "green shirts" or "black shirts." He wasn't necessarily courageous, but he took on these defenses. In communist courts. Today, on the 51st anniversary of his death, I performed a set at a stand-up open mic.
all these prestigious law firms abandoning their profession and striking deals with Trump. It makes me wonder if, in a year or two, I'll be able to find an attorney willing to defend me for making jokes about Trump.
