60 MINUTES SPECIAL REPORT: The Demise of Stupid People's Court

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Subject: 60 MINUTES SPECIAL REPORT: The Demise of Stupid People's Court
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[Dum-Diddle-Lum-Diddle-Lum-Diddle-Lum-BONANZA!]
 
[SCENE: A living room, done in Miami Vice pastels; the overcast weather
        outside leaves a rather grayish tint over the assembled tokens of
        American style.  In the center of the room (and our field of vision)
        is a large 25-inch color TV set, encased in a stereo cabinet and
        having a variety of buttons adorning it.]
 
[CLOSE-UP:  
        The TV screen takes up almost all of our field of vision.  A click
        is heard, and various multicolored waves sparkle, die and explode on
        the gun-metal gray surface.  The screen fades and coalesces into the
        end of a commercial featuring a pit bull chewing the leg off of
        Vanna White while she gaily explains how all dogs love the taste of
        GooGum Whoopies.  The screen fades, and a quick blurb for a banal
        local talk-host is flashed on the screen, quickly replaced by a
        ticking stopwatch over a black background.  A "60 MINUTES" logo is
        in the upper left-hand corner.]
 
[FLASH-CHANGE: 
        The ticking sound and stopwatch are replaced by the scene of an
        empty, dusty courtroom.  The dim natural lighting makes the scene
        appear to be shot in black & white.  The neglect and barren
        appearance of the courtroom give the impression that it has been
        deserted for quite a while.]
 
MORLEY SAFER [Voice-Over]:
        For three years, it was "The Court of Last Resort"; a haven for
        underdogs, social outcasts, and those harried by the cultural
        bullies of America.  It was an Apocalyptic place of judgement for
        others: the excessively obnoxious, the overly mercenary, and the
        "malignant Ignorant", as its founder and chief barrister was often
        to comment.  And finally, it was something of an asylum, a play-pen
        for the reality-twisting abilities of Judge Moriarty Wapner, whose
        wild and unkept fantasies were brought to life, bringing solace to
        the beleaguered and retribution to idiots.
 
        It was Stupid People's Court; it is no longer in session; and no one
        knows why.
 
[SCENE CHANGE: MORLEY SAFER, seated with ticking watch in background again]
 
SAFER:  I'm Morley Safer.
 
[SCENE CHANGE: ED BRADLEY, seated]
 
BRADLEY:
        I'm Ed Bradley.
 
[SCENE CHANGE: Empty studio chair with name "DIANE" on backrest]
 
WOMAN'S VOICE [offstage]: 
        HEY!  WHO LET THIS PENGUIN INTO MY DRESSING ROOM?  HE'S NUZZLING ME!
 
[SCENE CHANGE: 
        MIKE WALLACE, seated.  Behind him is a picture of a gigantic rubber
        gavel with a black question mark super-imposed over it]
 
WALLACE: 
        I'm Mike Wallace, and this is 60 Minutes.  Tonight's special edition
        is devoted entirely to the mysterious disappearance of Judge
        Moriarty Wapner and the inactivity of Stupid People's Court over the
        last year.  
        
        [CLOSE-UP of WALLACE]
 
        In some ways, the origins of Stupid People's Court (or SPC, as it is
        commonly called) are as mysterious as it appearance.  Word of it
        first spread through the legal community in early 1984, but it was
        not until September of that year that the court precedings were
        first released to the outside world.  The outlet was through the
        "news" section of a world-wide computer network named USENET; while
        USENET's restricted access limited the audience, and kept the
        details of the SPC proceedings from the public for some time, it was
        eventually noticed by the national and foreign media.
 
[SCENE CHANGE to BRADLEY in 60 Minutes studio chair]
 
BRADLEY: 
        Still, no one really knows who Judge Moriarty Wapner was; and little
        is known of the founding of SPC.  No records exist in any
        institution of it's funding or financial records; and exhaustive
        searches through the various legal professional associations have
        turned up no references to any Wapners, except for one obscure TV
        game show host.
 
        However, there is one other man besides Wapner associated with
        Stupid People's Court, whose memories give us tantalizing glimpses
        of the enigmatic barister.  
 
[SCENE CHANGE:  To the Stupid People's Courtroom.  At the entrance to the 
        deserted courtroom, a older, slightly obese man who has an amazing
        resemblance to the actor portraying Frank James in the "Bartles &
        James" ads wanders around the empty courtroom, gazing about in either
        reflection or boredom.]
 
        His name is Howard "Red" Farber, and for three years he has been the
        bailiff for the court, witnessed the organized insanity of almost
        every case, and on occasion has become a reluctant participant.
        Judge Moriarty Wapner depended on him to take the convicted to their
        place of punishment, and to keep some level of order to his court.
 
[SCENE CHANGE:  Still the SPC courtroom, but now RED is seated in a gallery
        bench, while BRADLEY sits next to him, holding a microphone towards
        the calm, quiet bailiff.]
 
BRADLEY: 
        Mr. Farber...
 
RED [Smiling gently]:  
        Red, please.  Everyone calls me Red.
 
BRADLEY [smiles]: 
        Red, then. Red, how did you become the bailiff for Stupid People's
        Court?
 
RED [leans back and looks at ceiling]: 
        Well, there wasn't much too it.  I'd been laid off as a night
        watchmen at the Orville Redinbacher popcorn plant -- when it was
        bought up by Beatrice -- and I was pagin' through the want ads a few
        days later.  One ad caught my eye -- said they were lookin' for a
        bailiff who could deal with, [squints] lemme see, "Unusual situations
        and desperate morons."  Also said I needed to stay calm "in the face
        of bizarreness."
 
        [Pauses, pulls out a stick of gum, offers one to BRADLEY (who shakes
        his head no), and pops it in his mouth].
 
        Well, I figured this was the job for me, seein' as I had had a lot
        of bizarre experiences at the Redinbacher plant -- Orville's always
        runnin' around in women's clothing, yellin' "Rhett!  Rhett!" -- so I
        headed to this place here. [points to the courtroom doors]  Walked
        right up the doors there, and stepped in -- right into a mess, as
        usual.
 
BRADLEY:
        The Judge was on the bench?
 
RED:
        Oh, sure, but he was lookin' kinda desperate -- had three of them TV
        preachers before him, bangin' on the front of the his bench.  Well,
        sir, I been raised to respect the law, and these holy men didn't
        look none to holy to me, frothin' at the mouth and usin' words I'd
        never say in the presence of sailors.  So I picked up all three of
        them and tossed 'em out the door.  Seemed to impress MW quite a bit,
        it did.
 
BRADLEY:
        And he hired you on the basis of your initial encounter?
 
RED:
        That, and I knew all the words to the "F-Troop" theme.
 
BRADLEY:
        What did he look like in those days?
 
RED:
        Pretty much the same as in the pictures today...
 
[SCENE CHANGE: picture of a rather normal young man, grinning
        beneath a close-cut brown beard and with lanky, uncombed hair.  It
        is a waist-up shot, and the clothes are obscured by the black
        judicial robe that he is wearing.  The only adornment he wears is a
        button with the words "DANGER is my BUSINESS" written on them.]
 
RED [Voice-Over]: 
        He was never much of a dresser, even before he grew the beard --
        shammy shirts, levis, sweatshirts, and all those brown Sears tennis
        shoes.  Real relaxed style -- that's why I enjoyed workin' for him.
 
BRADLEY:
        Couldn't have been an easy man to work for...
 
RED:
 
        Well, he was no problem, but some of the people he brought in... and
        his sentences were pretty unusual.  When I first got there, he was
        tryin' a lot of the net-folk for flamin', or for wimpy flamin', or
        for using something called "net bandwidth" or somethin' -- never
        could figure out what that was.
 
BRADLEY:
        Were his verdicts less... strange... than those that came later, and
        were more widely publicized?
 
RED:    
        No, he always handed out pretty weird punishments.  Like takin'
        several English Majors who'd been complainin' about spelling on the
        net, and lockin' up with Leon Spinks.  Or when he took a man who'd
        posted to 57 newsgroups about a TV set he was selling, and made him
        read five years worth of net.singles.  Phew!  Nasty stuff...
 
BRADLEY:
        And then there was the rubber gavel...
 
RED:
        Gavels.  He had 'em in all sizes -- small as a pencil, big as a
        grand piano.  He could toss his normal-sized one across a room and
        hit someone square on the noggin.  Liked to use it, too.
 
BRADLEY:
        Red, of all his associates we know of, you knew him best.  Did you
        ever find out where he came from?
 
RED [shakes head slowly]:  
        No, sir.  Always figured he was some kinda computer jockey, with the
        net and all; and he read an awful lotta funny books.  But he never
        mentioned it where he was from, or how he did all his tricks.
 
        [CLOSE-UP of RED]
 
        For all I know, he'd been here forever...
 
[SCENE CHANGE to a black-and-white, rather grainy photograph of L.
        Ron Hubbard, tied up and gagged, being carried out of the SPC
        courtroom by several large green alien creatures wearing "Dianetics"
        T-shirts]
 
SAFER [Voice-over]: 
        In early 1985, when Judge Wapner's cases began to be posted in the
        USENET newsgroups (first net.flame, then the short-lived
        net.bizarre), a change began to occur in the courts docket.  Where
        the cases tried in Stupid People's Court had before been contained
        to members and matters of the Usenet community, the new cases began
        to judge social and cultural causes that were prevalent in the US.
        While TV clergymen and psychologists seemed to make up the bulk of
        the defendants, people in the worlds of literature and entertainment
        were also singled out for Judge Moriarty Wapner's unique brand of
        justice.  Frank Sinatra was labeled a "squealer" and handed over to
        some of his aquaintences in the Mafia.  L. Ron Hubbard was turned
        over to aliens from outer space who had become converted
        Scientologists.  
 
        And in what is, perhaps, the Stupid People's Court's most famous
        case, various Saturday Morning Cartoon characters were tried and
        found guilty of polluting the mind of small children.  The sentence
        followed Wapner's long-standing rule of "let the punishment fit the
        crime": all of the offending characters were stuffed into a Masters
        of the Universe lunch pail and run over with David Letterman's steam
        roller.
 
[SCENE CHANGE -- a cabin in northern Minnesota.  Seated on a couch
        are a large, dense-looking moose and a flying squirrel with a WWI
        flying ace's helmet and goggles on.  Facing them is MIKE WALLACE.]
 
WALLACE: 
        So, I understand that you gentlemen instigated what has been called
        "The Saturday Morning Massacre"?
 
BULLWINKLE:
        Well, I wouldn't say we, uh, insta..., insti..., instuh...
 
ROCKY:
        Instigated, Bullwinkle -- he means started.
 
BULLWINKLE:
        Oh.  Yeah, we did that.
 
ROCKY:  
        We thought cartoons weren't trying to entertain kids anymore;
        instead, they were just trying to sell toys and stuff.
 
BULLWINKLE [with head up high]:
        WE never did any a' that stuff on OUR show, Mr. Rather!
 
WALLACE [looking perturbed and intense]:  
        That's Wallace, Mr. Moose.  Mike Wallace.  And what about all those
        boxes of Cheerios you sold when your show was on the air?
 
ROCKY:  Well, SOMEONE had to pay the bills.  At least it didn't have much
        sugar...
 
BULLWINKLE: 
        Besides, I love Cheerios!  It taste just like 3-week-old dry twigs
        in the Minnesota forestland, Mr. Donaldson.
 
WALLACE [turning red]:  
        That's WALLACE, moose.  Ace muckraker for 60 Minutes.  Ever-vigilant
        newsman.  Sex symbol.  Anyway, you took your case to Stupid People's
        Court; what happened?
 
ROCKY:  
        Well, most folks I know read the transcripts, but the Judge and us
        were attacked by a whole bunch of robots and Smurfs and He-Man
        himself.
 
BULLWINKLE:
        I think we'd have been goners fer shure if the Judge hadn't called
        up that little sailor man with the big forearms.
 
WALLACE:
        I understand that all these... creatures were destroyed in the
        climatic battle scene.
 
ROCKY:
        Yeah, most were stuffed in that lunch box, though I think He-Man got
        away... he didn't look too good, though.  His voice was real high,
        and [begins to blush], well, he was holding, um, holding his...
 
BULLWINKLE [patting ROCKY on the shoulder]:  
        The boy's a little shy, Mr.  Cronkite; what he's trying to say is
        that He-Man kinda had both of his names, uh, invalidated.
 
ROCKY [smiling]:  
        Bullwinkle, that's terrific!  That word had five syllables in it!
 
WALLACE [frothing at the mouth and completely ignoring everyone]:  
        WALLACE!  WALLACE!  I make millions of businessman wet their pants
        every YEAR!  I give heart attacks to CEO's when I show up at their
        office!  I made Richard Nixon's life a LIVING HELL!
 
BULLWINKLE [brightly]:  
        'Scuse me, but I think you're thinkin' of Dan Rather...
 
WALLACE [losing it]:
        ARGGGGGHHHH!
 
[CUT TO:  MORLEY SAFER in his 60 Minute's chair]:
 
SAFER:
        But Wapner's metamorphosis from network hazer to cultural
        stone-caster had by no means completed its path.  By the later half
        of 1985, Judge Moriarty Wapner had embroiled himself in several
        mainstream political issues.  It was no surprise to anyone, given
        his dislike of TV preachers, that Jerry Falwell was the first such
        celebrity to be placed on the Stupid People's Court's docket...
 
[CUT TO: DIANE SAWYER sitting in a oak-lined office, across from JERRY
        FALWELL, who sports a Cheshire Cat smile]
 
[CLOSE-UP on SAWYER]
 
SAWYER: Rev. Falwell, is it true that in November of 1985 you were taken to
        the place known as Stupid People's Court...
 
[WIDE-SHOT with both SAWYER and FALWELL]
 
FALWELL:
        Well, Ma'am, I *went* there, but it t'weren't my idea.  I was told
        I'd been chosen to host QUEEN FOR A DAY and was given the SPC
        address...
 
SAWYER:
        Nevertheless, Rev., were you tried before Judge Moriarty Wapner?
 
FALWELL [smile fading to faintness]:
        Well, not by any legal definition.  Judge Wapner is hardly the arm
        of the United States judicial system.
 
SAWYER: 
        But he did go through some semblance of a trial.
 
FALWELL [with pronounced distaste]:  
        Yah.
 
SAWYER: 
        And what was the decision that the Judge ruled upon you.
 
FALWELL [frowning]:  
        His tiny mind could not conceive of the good that I was trying to
        bring to a sinful world, and he ruled incorrectly -- no doubt with
        the hand of Satan guiding his gavel.
 
SAWYER [raising those huge eyebrows]:  
        He threw his gavel at you?
 
FALWELL [rubbing his jaw, as if massaging a soreness]:
        Damn right.
 
SAWYER: 
        And what punishment did he assign to you, Rev. Falwell?
 
FALWELL [Cheshire Grin turned on, as if by a switch]:
        Why, I'm afraid I can't remember, Miss...
 
SAWYER: 
        Ms.
 
FALWELL [grin slips a little as he pronounces word]:
        ...MS. Sawyer; it's been such a long time ago, and I've been so busy
        doin' the work of the Lord, and aiding the Righteous.
 
SAWYER [checking notepad]:  
        Several eyewitnesses at the trial remembered...  according to my no-
 
FALWELL [looking frantically around the room]:  
        'Scuse me, Ms. Sawyer, but I think I hear the Lord callin' me...
        fraid I have to go...
 
SAWYER: 
        ...according to my notepad, the Judge referred you to a "higher
        authority"...
 
FALWELL [running around the room, talking to the ceiling]:
        What's that, Lord?  I left the iron on at home?  I better get over
        there right away and turn it off!  Thanks for the info!
 
SAWYER: 
        ... in short, he had you spend five minutes with Jesus Christ.
 
FALWELL [face falls; frenetic pace stalls; returns to his chair looking
        downbeat]:  
        Well, he SAID it was Jesus Christ...
 
SAWYER [looking incredulous]:  
        Didn't Ch... didn't the person you talked to LOOK like Christ?
 
FALWELL [almost apologetically]:  
        The Judge said that Christ appears to people in a form they need Him
        to appear in.
 
SAWYER: 
        So He didn't look like our classical image of Christ.
 
FALWELL [head down, voice low]:  
        No, ma'am.
 
SAWYER [somewhat breathlessly]:  
        Who DID He appear as?
 
FALWELL [his voice so low as to be almost non-existent]:
        Sugar Ray Leonard.
 
SAWYER [Astonished]:  
        SUGAR RAY LEONARD?
 
FALWELL [rubbing jaw]: 
        Hit like him, too... [looks to a point behind Sawyer]
        By the way, ma'am, I've been meaning to ask you about that penguin
        behind you...
 
[SAWYER spins around, gags, and then looks straight at the camera]
 
SAWYER [Angry and belligerent]:  
        Breathed!  Take your damn penguin out of here NOW!!!
 
VOICE [having the nasal, inoffensive tones of a flightless waterfowl]:
        Oh, Diane, I lust for your ankles...
 
[CUT TO SAFER back in 60 Minutes studio]
 
SAFER:  
        The disappearance of Ed Meese over parts of January, 1986 was also
        attributed to several encounters with the SPC, and CBS sources
        indicate that these trials did not deal strictly with the
        shenanigans Meese himself perpetrated.  The last SPC case known to
        any news sources occurred in April of 1986, and showed that Judge MW
        had returned to cases of "cultural significance" to some extent.
        While the case was a closed one -- not even transcripts were
        released -- this videotape from an independent Asian news source is
        thought to document the "punishment" meted out in this last Stupid
        People's Court trial.
 
[CUT TO a grain videotape, showing what appears to be a jungle scene
        somewhere in Asia.  Dominating the right and middle portions of the
        picture is a large bamboo cage, hung from overhanging branches, and
        tightly held together with cloth.  On the left side of the picture,
        TWO ORIENTAL MEN in black pajamas and cloth headbands are observing
        the contents of the cage, which appear to be CHUCK NORRIS and
        SYLVESTER STALLONE.  NORRIS is tied up in the right corner, with a
        gag in his mouth and wearing the army fatigues he often appears in
        during his various films.  A large dark stain covers the crotch area
        of his pants.  STALLONE is wearing the sweat-stained T-shirt,
        headband and fatigue pants of his Rambo role; but his eyes are large
        and frantic, and his hands are shaking as he stares at the TWO MEN
        standing outside the cage.]
 
FIRST MAN [turning to his companion]:
        Time to show them "GODZILLA: 1986" again?
 
SECOND MAN [studying STALLONE]:
        Think so...
 
STALLONE [looking directly at camera while futilely shaking the bars of his
          prison cage]:
        BRIDGETTE!  GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!
 
[CUT TO SAFER in 60 minutes studio]
 
SAFER:  It was later discovered that this was not taken in the province of
        Vietnam, but in a section of the new Tokyo Disneyland theme park.
 
[CUT TO: ED BRADLEY, standing once again in the empty chambers of Stupid
         People's Court, before the Judge's bench.]
 
BRADLEY:
        But there is where it ends.  For that piece of videotape is the last
        clue, the last remnant, that anyone has heard... of Judge Moriarty
        Wapner.
 
[BRADLEY begins to walk across the dusty courtroom, and the camera follows
        his echoing footsteps]
 
        In late March of 1986, it came to the attention of the news media
        that no cases had been publically tried in Stupid People's Court for
        over two months.  The transcripts of such cases had ended in
        December of 1985; rather than posting the court records to a general
        audience, they were mailed out to individuals on a "SPC Mailing
        List", over the Usenet network, probably due to several pointed
        comments the Judge had made about the quality of net.bizarre.  An
        NBC news crew arrived at the courtroom on April 2nd to discover it
        neglected and abandoned... as it is today.
 
[CUT TO BRADLEY interviewing RED in the court]
 
BRADLEY:
        Red, when did you last hear from him?
 
RED:    
        Well now, not since that Stallone/Norris thing in March.  See, he'd
        usually call me up when he needed me as bailiff, to clean the place
        up and stuff... but ever since January -- of 1986 -- I hadn't heard
        much from him.  Real busy with something else, I figured.  And right
        after those two movie guys were carried off to Japan, well, he came
        down and told me that he wouldn't need me to stop by and clean the
        joint up every week.  But he said that he'd keep me on retainer, and
        I've been gettin' a check from his estate every week, just like
        clockwork.
        
        Well, the next thing I knew it was April, and all you TV newspeople
        wanted to know where he'd gone.  As if I knew.  [shows some emotion]
        By Jingo, if a man ain't got the right to take a vacation sometime,
        we might as well be livin' in the You-Ess-Ess-Ahr.
 
BRADLEY [Surprised]:
        He's on vacation?!
 
RED [subdued]:  
        Well, no sir, I don't know; but that's what I figured.  [looks
        pensive].  But he has been gone a long time, ain't he?
 
[CUT TO: SAFER in 60 Minutes studio]
 
SAFER:  
        Thus, we are left with no real clues as to the whereabouts of the
        enigmatic barrister.  He could be dead, or held hostage, or hiding;
        no one really knows for sure.  We asked several persons, mostly
        journalists, but all either knowing him or having followed his
        career, for their opinion of his current status.
 
[CUT TO small office crammed with paper, typewriter, awards, pictures of
        famous people with signatures.  GEORGE WILL is being questioned by
        DIANE SAWYER]
 
SAWYER: How do you see Judge Moriarty Wapner?
 
WILL:   
        A salve on the consciousness of a decade.  A lunatic vigilante with
        an uneven mental pattern and, at best, a shakey understanding of
        post-humanistic morality.  Not so much a person as a cultural force
        and media event, symbiotically associated.  I believe Winston
        Churchill best capsulized it in his description of Bugs Bunny: "One
        Bad Mutha".
 
SAWYER: 
        And do you think he's dead?
 
WILL [staring blankly out into space]:
        Naaaaaahhhh....
 
[CUT TO: A fashionable West L.A. beach house overlooking the Pacific.
 WHOOPI GOLDBERG is being interviewed by MORLEY SAFER]
 
SAFER:  
        There are rumors that Judge Moriarty Wapner of Stupid People's Court
        proposed marriage to you several times.
 
GOLDBERG:
        Get serious.
 
SAFER:  
        Do you think he's alive?
 
GOLDBERG:
        Look... nobody that crazy EVER dies.
 
[CUT TO: David Letterman behind desk on his TV program.  DIANE SAWYER is
        asking him questions from the guest seat.]
 
SAWYER: 
        Did Judge Moriarty Wapner ever appear on your show?
 
LETTERMAN [looking serious]:
        He did once, back in 1985.  But Paul was so impressed that he tried
        to take Red's place as bailiff. [General audience laughter; LETTERMAN
        grins].  Ha ha ha.  No, just kidding; I actually own Paul.  Ha ha
        ha.  [looks down behind DIANE's seat]  Well!  I see you brought a
        penguin for Stupid Pet Tricks.
 
VOICE OFFSCREEN [again, nasal twang of flightless you-know-who]:
        Still trying to get by on a rapidly failing boyish charm, eh,
        Letterman?
 
LETTERMAN [grimacing]:
        Give that @$#! bird out of here.
 
[CUT TO: book-filled study where BILL MOYERS is being interviewed by MIKE
        WALLACE]
 
WALLACE:
        You've followed this story over the last few years...
 
MOYERS: 
        No, no I haven't, really.
 
WALLACE [startled]:
        Well... do you have any idea what happened to Judge MW?
 
MOYERS: 
        Really, Mike, who cares?  This man doesn't represent the government,
        or the people, or our culture, or anyone I can identify.  He's a
        one-man fringe group, but the media takes him to be some kind of
        icon for the way the wind's blowing.  In my opinion, he's nothing
        in the Big Picture.
 
WALLACE [snidely]:
        Which you have plenty of time to study now that you're back working
        for the second-stringers, huh?
 
MOYERS: 
        Bite the big one, Mike.
 
[CUT TO:  ED BRADLEY in the editor's office of PEOPLE magazine.  BRADLEY is
        speaking to EDITOR.]
 
BRADLEY:
        Do you have any opinions on what happened to Judge Moriarty Wapner?
 
[Silence.  EDITOR looks confused]
 
BRADLEY [slowly]:
        You know... of Stupid People's Court?
 
EDITOR [blankly]:
        Unhh... is he royalty?
 
[CUT TO:  Cafe in San Francisco.  DIANE SAWYER is interviewing SAM KINNISON,
        a heavyset, long-haired man wearing a beret and a huge ugly jacket.
        This is obviously one of those quiet, peaceful coffeehouses.]
 
SAWYER:
        Sam, you knew Judge MW to talk to him; what do you think happened to
        him.
 
KINNISON [looking attentive and thoughtful]:
        Well, Diane, I didn't know him very well; but after a lot of thought
        -- and I have been giving this a lot of thought -- I think...
        [suddenly begins screaming]  
 
        THE NBC CENSORS GOT HIM!  YAH!  THAT'S RIGHT!  THE GOD-DAMNED $%#@!
        %$@!#$ NBC CENSORS!  AND THEN THEY GRABBED HIM BY HIS %$@$%! AND 
 
        [picks up coffee table and flings in through nearby plate glass
        window] 
 
        AND PUSHED HIM THROUGH A %$@! COOKIE PRESS!!
 
        [Sits down again and composes himself]
 
        At least, that's what *I* think.
 
[CUT TO:  ED BRADLEY interviewing HENRY KISSINGER inside of a Cleveland
 McDonald's]
 
KISSINGER:
        Well, Ed, while many of my colleagues may be taking this matter
        lightly, I can only see this as a sign of a Euro-African disapproval
        of individualistic American policy.
 
BRADLEY:
        Are you saying that you think this is the doing of some foreign
        nationals?
 
KISSINGER:
        I'm saying that if I were running the State Department, heads would
        roll.
 
[Hand from offstage holds out a large McDonalds bag]
 
VOICE OFFSTAGE [female, enthusiastic]:  Here's your order, Dr. Kissinger!
 
KISSINGER [clutching bag and walking offstage, his eyes glinting]:
        Oh, boy, I chust love these Big Macs...
 
[CUT to SAFER at 60 Minutes studio.  Stopwatch is in background again,
        ticking away]
 
SAFER:  
        So, we end this program as we started it: with a mystery, an enigma
        garbed in dark robes, clutching a rubber mallet.  He may be dead; he
        may be in exile.  We may see him tomorrow, or we may never see him
        again.  But one thing is for sure:  we will not soon forget Stupid
        People's Court, or Judge Moriarty Wapner.
 
        [Left camera view of SAFER.  Picture of mailbox in background]
 
        On our segment last week about women bodybuilders running for
        Congress in the 8th Florida district, we received many letters like
        this one [letter appears in the background, written in a rich
        elegant manner]:  "I thought that this episode showed the fighting
        spirit of the American people in their fight against Albanian
        terrorism.  Bravo, 60 Minutes!  Signed, Geraldo Rivera, Miami, FL."
        But other viewers felt differently [letter appears in the background,
        apparently written with crayons]: "Once again your weak-sister
        approach has molly-coddled the people the US Constitution was set up
        to kill.  I hope all your kids burn up in a car crash.  Signed, Fred
        Mertz, The Ricardo Building, 1958".  [SAFER smiles happily] And,
        finally, one of those unique and all-encompassing points-of-view
        [letter appears in background, where all the letters have been cut
        out from a newspaper and pasted onto the stationary]:  "Dear Diane,
        Send us $60,000 or we release the penguin.  And you know where he'll
        go.  Signed, M. B., Bloom County" 
 
        [Opposite profile of SAFER; background shows title called "A few
         minutes with Andy Rooney"]
 
        And now, a few observations from Andy Rooney.
 
[CUT TO: cluttered office with typewriter in foreground.  To the left, we can
 see a elderly, pugnacious Irishman tied up and hung over a coat-hook, a gag
 in his mouth.  In the center of the picture, behind the typewriter, is a
 fadingly youthful man with a close-cut brown beard, wearing black judicial
 robes and holding a rubber gavel in one hand.  He is addressing the camera.]
 
JMW:    
        You know what really bothers me?  Those plastic inflatable
        Godzillas.  You see them all over the country, in store fronts or
        restaurants or gift stores or any other joint that wants to show
        they're hip and with it and can tell the difference between Madonna
        and Beverly Sills.  Another thing that bothers me are people who
        leave the TV on in the background when you're talking to them, even
        though they're not watching and some tripe like "Love Connection" or
        "People's Court" or "The Newlywed Game" is on.  And, y'know, I think
        the BIGGEST gripe I have is politicians and military people who lie,
        and then a few days later tell another story and expect people to
        believe it, just like that.  And who stick me in the White House
        basement for eight months.
 
        [Begins slowly rapping gavel on desk]
 
        People like that should be... 
 
        [his eyes begin to gleam, and the camera begins a slow zoom on his
        face] 
 
        they should be...
 
        [gavel begins pounding faster and faster] 
 
        taken, yeah, that's it, taken...
 
        [picture is now only two maniacal eyes while the rapid beat of the
        gavel resounds in the background] 
        
        taken, taken, taken to...
 
                        STUPID PEOPLE'S COURT!
 
        [Picture fades to black, except for the two glowing eyes]
 
        Guess what, America?  The Judge is back...
        
                ...and heaven help the idiots.
 
[FADE TO BLACK, as the stopwatch's TICK-TICK-TICK grows in the background]
 
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 
  If you've got a flame, don't take it to the net.  Take it to court.
 
                   ****** STUPID PEOPLE'S COURT!! ******
 
============================================================================
 
                        "You know what I wish?  I wish all the scum of the
                         Net had one throat and I had my hands about it."
                                                -- Rorschach (1985)
 
                                        Judge Moriarty Wapner
                                        Stupid People's Court
ARPA: fluke!moriarty@uw-beaver.EDU
UUCP: {uw-beaver, sun, allegra, sb1, lbl-csam}!fluke!moriarty
 
DISCLAIMER:The ideas, opinions and implied snide remarks used above do not
           necessarily represent the views of my employers.  They are 
           entirely out of my dark and furtive imagination.