Category Archives: Metro Detroit Law Issues

Marijuana Patients vs Bloomfield Township Round I | 2.9.2011

Earlier in the week, I filed a lawsuit on behalf of Christopher Frizzo against the City of Royal Oak.  So when we appeared before the Hon. Denise Langford-Morris in the Marijuana Patients vs Bloomfield Township Case on Wednesday, 2.9, before the Hon. Denise Langford-Morris, I had little idea what to expect.  The Marijuana Wars to date have been nothing if not interesting and surprising.  The Michigan Medical Marijuana Act is under siege.  Local municipalities and counties not accustomed to having their powers curtailed or limited are resisting mightily — picture a choking or gasping swimmer flailing in the water and so desperate to stay above the surface that when the lifeguard comes to save him, he starts to push the lifeguard under water. Government hates to have its powers limited and the Michigan Medical Marijuana Act does just that (robs government of its powers).

2.9 was round 1:  instead of a bikini clad woman holding up a Round 1 placard or sign, co-counsel and I got to see William Hampton, the leader of the municipal powerhouse law firm, Secret Wardle, et al.  Hampton is considered part of the old guard in Oakland County .  We’ve had other “encounters” but never in court.  In fact, I don’t think he’s ever seen me in court — certainly he’s never seen me argue a case.  All of these guys have heard the rumors about me — powerful, eloquent, passionate, witty, quick, smooth, gifted, etc. — but they all figure the rumors are overblown, exaggerated or the fawnings of young lawyers.  Guys like Hampton usually think,

I’ll handle him.

Uh, no they (you) won’t.  The powers that be in state government, etc. may try to bring me down (that comes with the territory of being a target or a public figure) but they’ll never bring me down or handle me in an actual trial courtroom.  NEVER.  So, when I get up to argue after my co-counsel Tom Loeb and William Hampton, the importance of the moment is not lost on me.  I am arguing for Michigan Medical Marijuana patients everywhere.  I will not let you down.

Round 1:  Bloomfield Township filed a motion to dismiss our Medical Marijuana Lawsuit challenging Bloomfield Township’s ordinance.  Is it based on law?  No.  Are they saying that our client’s suit is not factually just?  No.  Rather, they argue that our clients, who elected to file this suit in pseudonyms, John Doe and Richard Roe rather than expose their confidential and private names and other information to the police powers, etc., MUST identify themselves in order to have to access to the courts.  Forget long-standing precedent, e.g., Roe v Wade, Doe v University of Michigan and others, argues Bloomfield Township — they want to “out” the patients.  So we are in court.  Bloomfield Township trying to “out” and “intimidate” its residents; Loeb and I to protect the residents.  Bloomfield Township to fight the law, the Michigan Medical Marijuana Act; Loeb and I to enforce it.

So when we get done arguing, I look at the courtroom and I sense Hampton’s surprise.  I imagine him saying to himself

Damn . . . this kid can argue.

There were no knockouts in Round 1 but I wasn’t expecting one.  Maybe Hampton or Bloomfield Townshp were but as I said, they know that they are in for a fight. I fight I do not intend to lose.


Medical Marihuana Busts in Oakland County

That’s it . . . I’ve had about all I can stand of the narcotics enforcement teams raids upon and prosecutions of people who are attempting to follow the law in Michigan.  Michigan voters overwhelmingly voted in favor of a bill to legalize and decriminalize medical marihuana.  The same old tired tactics are being used by the same old narcotics enforcement teams and narcotics prosecutors special units.  Don’t stand up and say that you represent the People of the State of Michigan and then go up against the will of the People of the State of the Michigan.

I’m sick of their methods.  I’m tired of their tactics.  I’m sick and tired of their stubbornness and normative judgments.  Sick and tired.   And I can do something about it… trials, trials and more trials.  Its what I do . . . Its what I do well.

See ya court guys.  When we’re done cross examining some of these guys, they’ll need to visit a medical marihuana clinic because I’m going to be in a pain in their a@@.

This Is Sickening: Dad-used-sippy-cups-to-poison-2-children-in-Grand-Rapids-area–Dad-used-sippy-cups-to-poison-2-children-in-Grand-Rapids-area.

Court: Simulated sex act at Jobbie Nooner doesn’t justify teacher’s firing | | The Detroit News

Court: Simulated sex act at Jobbie Nooner doesn’t justify teacher’s firing | | The Detroit News.

Don’t Worry . . . I Bite!

Sam Riddle Convicted of Assault with Weapon and Use of Firearm

Regardless of what you think of him, court jester, political consultant or otherwise, Sam Riddle is a convicted felon as of this evening.  A jury, after requesting a dictionary, and being denied that resource, convicted him.  He is convicted of assault with a dangerous weapon and Felony Firearm, i.e., Possession of a Firearm During Commission of a Felony.     His next fight, which will occurr after his sentencing on the assault charge, may occur while he is in prison.

West Bloomfield or Skokie?

After I moved from Detroit to West Bloomfield, the landmarks of my youth changed.  Exit Dexter and Davison, the old grocery store haunt of my youth.  Enter Maple and Orchard Lake Road.  That corner of West Bloomfield was one of the landmarks of my youth . . . in many ways, similar to Tally Hall and Maple and Telegraph, to name a few.  I could describe every nook, store, sign . . . it was at this shopping center corner that I purchased my Bar Mitzvah suit although (shame on me) I cannot remember the name of the store.  When I returned from my family vacation on Saturday, January 3, 2009, I was confronted with a difficult reality — that landmark of my youth had been used by people who were protesting against Jews and Israel.  I was stunned, offended and angered.

I remembered something else from my youth and studies as a youngster, the KKK march on Skokie, Illinois.  A predominantly Jewish suburb, the KKK deliberately eschewed marching in some backwater town in its comfort zone to instead “spit in the face of the Jewish community” by marching and bringing their hatred and vitriol to a Jewish neighborhood.  As I watched a video of the demonstrators chanting “Kill the Jews” less than 100 yards from a kosher bakery and the storefront where I bought the suit in which I’d become a Jewish “adult man”, I was stunned.  I thought of Skokie.  How I longed for my radio show to try and express my outrage . . . to take the corner back, so to speak.

On Sunday, January 4, 2009, the next day, I was given that chance by some dear friends who organized a Pro-Israel rally for that very corner.  Despite an overwhelming amount of work, I attended . . . in the rain, sleet and cold.  The cold and wet weather did nothing to extinguish the fire in our bellies as made signs, waived flags, donned hats and shirts in support of Israel.  Soon the rally grew.  We were joined by others.  Jews.  Chaldeans.  Christians.  Soon professional signs showed up.  Bagels.  Coffee.  Cookies.  A television camera showed and interviewed me . . . even though I was not the event organizer, I was proud to speak and represent the bunch.  I hoped that my words would match our spirit and the passion of those who started the rally.  To represent them and Israel was an honor.

I thought of my people, not just the Jews who were there but the Chaldeans too.  I spoke for them as well hoping that I wouldn’t let their commitment to this cause down.

I thought of my youth, about that corner and what it meant that of all the places the pro Hamas organizers could have selected to chant they selected this area.

And I thought of Skokie.  I thought of those Jews then forced to surrender their corner to those who were chanting for their death.  I looked out over the corner that Sunday and I felt the pride that someone somewhere must feel in a turf war.  This was our corner.  This is our neighborhood.  We are taking it back!  And guess what . . . we did!