whores out his teen in order to pay his debt.A new client arrives and has a pervy wish.When they enter the room he grabs a chair and sits while the client starts rubbing his teen.Hes made to watch while shes throats and fucked ifo him
Frivolous Dress Order
The intent of this court in imposing a contingent fine of $5,000 per day in the Order of June 24, 1980, was to coerce the defendant into compliance with the Order of May 19, 1980 as revised by the Order of June 24, 1980. This court found that defendant had willfully failed to even inform itself of the provisions of the final injunctive order which it knew had been entered. A more brazen contempt of court would be difficult to come by.
Acme challenges the district court's reference to Acme's own cost estimates because the court had earlier found those estimates unsubstantiated, see 646 F.2d at 807 n.8, and possibly overstated by 100-300%. Acme's challenge misperceives the court's frame of reference. The court found that a $5000 per day fine would make it more economical for Acme to comply with the court's orders even if the cost of compliance were as high as Acme had contended. Obviously if the cost of compliance would be significantly lower than Acme's estimates, it would be even more economically attractive to Acme to comply with, rather than to ignore, the court's orders
Any suggestion by Acme that compliance with the court's injunctive orders is unduly burdensome is of course, foreclosed in light of our prior decision, 646 F.2d at 805-08, upholding the injunctive order
Acme argues that in fact there was no need for the court to impose an economic sanction in order to coerce compliance. (Acme brief at 3-4, 10.) In light of Acme's willful failure in May 1980 to inform itself of the terms of what it knew to be an injunctive order against it so that it could commence timely compliance, see 646 F.2d at 808-09, and its failure to take a single step toward compliance between June 3, 1980, when it claimed first to have learned the precise terms of the injunction, and June 23, 1980, when the hearing on Perfect Fit's contempt motion was held, id. at 805, we find Acme's argument frivolous
Dick has written me recently and explains some plans on gettinginto the machine-guns corps. Perfectly ridiculous! He would probablybe enlisted as a private --- let's say a sergeant --- but thatalso entitles him as well to an orderly job in a London office--- as it would to carrying a machine gun around France, a Baedekerin one hand and a package of cork corn plasters for corns in theother with a physiognomy much like a pack-mule's. I don't thinkthat would harmonize in the long run with his "temperament"and his "dramaticism" no matter how patriotically andself-sacrificedly he may have enlisted. There is only one servicefor him and that is aviation.
I don't suppose that the war could possibly have affected thecharacter of the people at home; it's too new and too far away.I suppose that the teas are just as frivolous and the dinner-partiesjust as indifferent. I can see the gatherings in salons and studiossurrounded by their luxury and intellect and chatting and discussingjust as before, flirtation and art in the dim lights or the gaylights 'midst a rustling of gowns and a tinkling of cups and glasses.Everything is undoubtedly the same. You all seem to be passingthrough this world crisis in which men agonize, hope, and die,without more than a political, a very scant tangency to it.
I was just beginning to know J. R. Edwards (son of the admiral)after four months being together. I hoped to make a friend ofhim. He was booked up by another order and landed from his duelmachine into one of those clumsy ignorami, called " Reconnaissance" machines, that can't even make a decent turn.
Spring has burst across the wintry wilderness; Congo fruitjungles are blossoming through the camp; many little Fords gochirping through the branches and sow Ingersolls all along theway --that is, I have just received my active orders. I can wearall the paraphernalia, silver bars, gold and black hat cord, blackbraids, gold silk braids, collar decoratums, and also the goldaviation eagle on my heart. I can dress up to beat the Kaiser,and more than he, have somewhere to go. I feel like a Christmastree, with an added sense of importance that tickles my vanityand blushes up especially when I try to appear natural as I walkdown a camp avenue.
More still, German prisoners ran around to get the plattersand see that I was served. The sergeants of the mess addressedme "Sir." The privates stood silently at attention,daring not to utter so much as the title "Sir" lestit disturb my tranquillity of thought.
The next morning I was awakened by the rush of my friends tostand at roll-call at 5.30 A.M. I grunted and rolled over to dozeoff another hour or two. Then I proceeded to dress, received thecompliments of the morning from the sergeant who, the night before,had had me working on hands and knees all over the barracks floor,and when he asked me if I would leave everything straight in thebunk when I left for the officers' barracks, I merely remarked,"I'm not living here any more."
Then I brought my baggage over, after a luxurious breakfast,to the new barracks where an orderly opened the door for me asI entered. At noon a chicken dinner with a fine dessert awaitedme, and I sat opposite the next room where I could watch, witha broad grin, the boys I had left standing in the winding, serpentinesleepy line to receive their Sunday beans.
Feeling dressed up and as though I ought to go somewhere ---ought to harmonize the surroundings more with my dignity --- Ientered church for the first time in nine months --- the lasttime nine months ago was only because, at school, I was forcedto ---and after hearing a sermon from Bishop Brent of the Philippineshad the honor of being introduced to him by the former chief ofthe track service who is bunking now next to me --- nor more thanI --- in fact not as advanced.
Gee! These officers' barracks are neat, clean, barren ---somuch like Brown's Hotel --- as compared to the clubby, Americanatmosphere of the boys in sweaters and slippers back in the cadets'barracks. However, there's a piano and a couple of armchairs alongwith a couple of useless orderlies. I always did like butlers---they are such delightfully useless but ornamental creatures--- pardon, I mean ornaments.
I immediately was sent up for my second, which is a good planwhile you've still got the confidence left in you. My second,I felt was better, so that when I came out of it, it was as thoughI had held my breath under water a long time. I just burst looseand sang and shouted at the top of my voice, in English, French,and Yiddish. On my third spiral, when coming out, I was evidentlydangerously flat, for my propeller just about stopped and thendid, which cut off the chance of pulling on the motor again, whichI needed to, being over a forest a half-mile from where I shouldbe. (The wind had drifted me.) So I tried to crank the propeller--- not that I got out and did it ---not exactly. I dove downa couple of hundred feet and the force of the wind, just as aprivate chauffeur, cranked it for me. I pulled on the gasolene;she winced and the motor gave a whoop and a pull and so I skimmedabove the trees. So far, I am slowly and contentedly easing intothe life of orderlies and good meals and general respect of anofficer and gentleman.
At Tours we were four in one large room --- calling ourselvesthe "Four Musketeers" --- Big Bill Taylor was Porthos;Jack Sawhill, the fiery enthusiast, was d'Artagnan; I, becauseof my few additional years and gravity, was Athos; and Jack wasAramis. Jack was Aramis without Aramis's later religious hypocrisy,Jack the polished and refined, the master of délicatesse,the carefully dressed, the quiet-mannered --- yes, Jack was Aramis.We chided him a good deal upon his vanity, which pleased ratherthan annoyed him. He was ever conscious of being observed, andwished to appear at his best, be it his hair, of which he wasjustly proud, or the rubber boots issued to us by a paternal Government.We had a wonderful time in that room, one of the jeux where dicewere défendu, and cards seldom seen. Jack had no time forthe vulgarities of barrack life, a characteristic well understoodby visitors who dropped in to get warm and smoke.
Jack and I attended all classes together at the last camp.We were ready for spirals when I received orders to go back toTours to fly---observers for a while. That was January 16. I badehim good-bye, saying I should meet him in Paris, or at the front,or maybe behind the moon. He reminded me of our Latin Quarterprospect "après la guerre" and promised to keepthe rendezvous. His rendezvous was not with me, but with Death.
Plaintiff Philip Morris Incorporated (Philip Morris), who is not a party to this appeal, asserts that district court jurisdiction arises under 28 U.S.C. 1331 and 1367, and 15 U.S.C. 15. J.A. 197.(1) The order being appealed was entered November 18, 1996 and the notice of appeal was filed December 4, 1996. J.A. 17-18. Defendants/appellants assert that this Court has jurisdiction to review that order pursuant to 28 U.S.C. 1291 and 1292(a)(1) (D.Br. at 2). We contend, for the reasons stated below, that this Court lacks jurisdiction at this time.
The United States moved to intervene in this private antitrust suit brought by Philip Morris to stay certain discovery that was likely to interfere with an on-going criminal antitrust investigation and trial. J.A. 10-11, 165. Appellants Visart Mounting and Finishing Corp. (Visart), Dani Siegel (Siegel), and Genetra Affiliates, Inc.(Genetra), three of the defendants in the private suit, opposed intervention and filed a cross-motion for a hearing and to enjoin the United States from further alleged violations of Fed. R. Crim. P. 6(e). J.A. 23-24. The district court permitted intervention by the United States and stayed certain discovery in an order filed July 1, 1996. J.A. 165-166, 167-169. Subsequently, on November 18, 1996, the court denied appellants' request for a show cause hearing and for an injunction against future Rule 6(e) violations by the United States. J.A. 292-293. 2ff7e9595c
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