Untitled re Legal Farce

News blurb today.
Very dangerous parolee loose...somewhere.
Violent tendencies. Violent crimes synopsized...if that's a word.
Mister Very Dangerous Parolee has breached the terms of his...blah blah. Didn't return to the halfway house. The Public cautioned not to approach. The usual. The sickeningly usual.
All of which begs the obvious question: Why?...!!!...and eccentric triple apostrophes really only fitting here...why not?...and capital letters...nothing more fearsome than the irate public armed with non-standard punctuation and big bold letters.
WHY ARE THE VERY DANGEROUS LET LOOSE?...CONSISTENTLY LET LOOSE!

Did some word-slinger wrongly tack on one too many adjectives? Was the parolee only Very?
We know the problem stems from words.

We cannot blame the police. Some police, sometimes, may behave little more disciplined, we'll call it, than a gang; even still, they are the gang we'll cry out for when things go wrong in the night. Police regularly express through local media they'd be only too happy to re-lock-up the dangerous, even the very.

No...the words that endanger more our vast and lawfilled land burble over us from the dominion where legalese is spoken, a jurisdiction fantastical as the moon...or Ottawa. Whimsical, this legalese, and a most precise language. Once, its precision and care were our safeguard.

Its whimsy, though, a dark well from which rises with every re-offending parolee that recurring nightmare I wish were only like that legal farce Charles Dickens gutted most eloquently in his Bleak House. But I haven't his sharp wit; I might only add coarse vitriol.

And this isn't a story founded on Dickens' London. We're stuck with this reality, with sentences for heinous crimes that include seemingly automatic eligibility for parole.

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That was a bit dark. A bit too hopeless sounding.
I'll just plop in a giggle...
Time to go clean my unregistered stapler.