The more you read Vaughey’s conversation with Walker, the more random, the more insane, the more I-misplaced-my-geritol it becomes:
WALKER: He has no right to do that, Your Honor.
THE COURT: Well, he’s — you incited him.
WALKER: But, your honor, I did not incite him within the Brandenburg standard though.
THE COURT: Forget Bradenburg [sic]. Let’s go by Vaughey right now, and common sense out in the world. But you know, where I grew up in Brooklyn, when that stuff was pulled, it was settled real quickly.
WALKER: I’m not sure what that means, your honor.
THE COURT: –Very quickly. And I’m not going to talk about those ways, but boy, it ended fast. I even can tell you, when I grew up in my community, you wanted to date an Italian girl, you had to get the Italian boy’s permission. But that was the old neighborhoods back in the city. And it was really fair. When someone did something up there to you, your sister, your girlfriend, you got some friends to take them for a ride in the back of the truck.
Remember, this is a semi-retired administrative law judge who has no idea what relevant law is. He’s a dinosaur. So he can think of nothing more useful to do than rhapsodize about the old days in Brooklyn when you could get your ass beaten by a handful of neighborhood boys for dating someone’s sister.
Someone on the Maryland State Bar needs to inquire about this man’s status and qualifications.