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Borf, the despicable snot who decided that only he gets to determine the cityscape for half a million Washingtonians, got a beautiful and powerful tonguelashing from a D.C. Superior Court judge yesterday, and the only bad news is that because the D.C. courts refuse to allow cameras in the courtrooms, you can't fully share in the joy.
But here's what we do have of Judge Lynn Leibovitz's lecture to ********, courtesy of Post reporter Henri Cauvin's story:
"You profess to despise rich people. You profess to despise the faceless, nameless forms of government that oppress. That's what you've become. That's what you are. You're a rich kid who comes into Washington and defaces property because you feel like it. It's not fair. It's not right."
Borf's graffiti is "not artistic expression. That is not political expression. That is not grief therapy. That is vandalism.
It's not about whether you want to express yourself. Washington, D.C., is not a playground that was built for your self-expression. It's a place where people, real people, live and care about their communities."
"You should have been walking out of the front door of this courtroom today. Unfortunately, I have come to the conclusion that you require more than that to impress upon you the seriousness of what you've done. Not because it's a wall, not because it's a building, not because it's a fixture in some abstract sense. But because of people."
The judge ordered ****** to make restitution for the damage he did, and she told him to get a job. "Not the bogus jobs that your father gives you in New York . . . a real job, going to work like the people you demean, earning it with paychecks and the sweat of your own brow."
Then she stepped him back, off to jail for a month. She sent him off with these words: "I want him to see what the inside of the D.C. jail looks like, because unlike every other person you've seen in my courtroom this morning, who have a ninth-grade education, who are drug-addicted, who have had childhoods the likes of which you could not conceive, you come from privilege and opportunity and seem to think that the whole world is just like McLean and just like East 68th Street.
"Well, it's not."
In a courthouse riddled with too many slackers and softies, here's one judge who stood up for the people of the District of Columbia.
