Fond Memories of Snookems

Ron-in-Houston writes about “when he first realized Pat Lykos was insane”:

Little did I realize that I was about to descend into the twilight zone. One day I get a call at the office from Her Honor Pat Lykos ordering me to come down to the criminal courthouse. No consideration to my schedule was given, I was ordered to come down to the courthouse. It didn’t matter that this crazy judge had no jurisdiction over me whatsoever. My client was obviously concerned about his future and apologetically asked if I would just cooperate.

So, I go to Lykos’ court. She was determined to be a megalomanical chain smoking mediator in this case. I already knew this wasn’t going to work. However when I was down there I must have expressed some displeasure at Her Honor’s weird judicial tactics. She then tweaked me on the cheek and called me “Snookems.” It was honestly a sexist demeaning tactic but I just continued on in the Pat Lykos dog and pony show. In the end, the whole attempt at judicial mediation failed. We ended up trying a civil jury case and the indictment against my client was eventually dismissed.

Now I’ve seen some crazy judges with bad cases of “black robe fever.” However, this was truly insane. My honest impression was that Pat Lykos really was a few fries short of a happy meal.