Blind justice
Since I am, as they say, “on the spectrum” I dislike eye contact. Ideally, everyone in the world would die and I could live in a small hut on a remote island with my dog and, perhaps, a woman—although she would have to be kept in a shed or small outhouse so as not to disturb me; and she would have to be trained to approach me with her eyes averted, to the ground. No eye contact, you see—it would be very quiet and there would be no bright fluorescent lights and nobody speaking constant nonsense (lies).
People are strange about eye contact. They have learned that the more eye contact you make, the more honest you are—so dishonest people, people who want to hurt you, have absorbed this message and now always make abnormal levels of eye contact with their marks. So to make much eye contact is a tell for dishonesty—of course, you can tell from the way they make it whether it is put on or not.
Incidentally, justice is blind—justice makes no eye contact. To make no eye contact is to be totally objective: the eyes are the windows to the soul, but how can you weigh a soul if you look right at it? You do not weigh by sight, you weigh with scales (the scales have fallen from my eyes—balance restored). Hence the less eye contact you make, the more just you become—the more objective. Justice, per the statue at the High Court, is blindfolded. Justice the blind owl—objective and wise.
Owls are typically held, per folklore and legend, to be evil—to originate in broken taboo. Hence, for example, Nyctimene seduces her father and she is punished by the gods by transformation into an owl. The owl becomes the sacred bird of Minerva (wisdom) and the crow resents the owl for it only comes out at night and so usurps the crow’s sacred position as Minerva’s bird. In Hebrew folklore, the owl is associated with Lilith—Adam’s wife before Eve, Lilith before Eve—who is said to be the mystress of magic. This means that, via the paradoxical reversal of opposites, the more you are in the dark the more just you are—black is the colour of wisdom and justice. Boris Johnson’s advisor, Dominic Cummings, accidentally hit on this when he told the press, quoting a children’s cartoon, “The night time is the right time to fight crime.” All cows are black in the dark, say the philosophers—or, rather, you cannot be partial to any particular cow in the dark. The prize heifer should be chosen in darkness.
Judge Dredd is not a policeman; he is a judge. The difference is that a policeman is just someone who apprehends criminals; he is a bureaucrat-bully—at my school, the school bully became a policeman and the school athlete became a marine; and that tells you what policemen are. If a policeman caught a murderer and then shot him dead on the spot that would cause uproar—it is “taking the law into his own hands”, it is unjust. Dredd, by contrast, enacts summary execution upon criminals: “Violation of City Statute 3553-453B, citizen—shoplifting sportswear, sub-type trainer. Judgement: death—do you have any last words for the public record before judgement?”. Dredd can do so because he is a judge—judge, jury, and executioner (exactly the term we would use to describe a policeman who overstepped his authority). This is why Dredd has a permanently masked face—he is always blindfolded, just like the statue of justice; and his visor always reflects two lightning strikes—the vajra, the diamond-lightning of enlightenment.
A similar type can be seen in the Dirty Harry films where vigilante traffic cops who wear reflective silver aviators take the law into their own hands; they do so because they become judge, jury, and executioner—being blind men. Actually, the Dirty Harry films, contrary to hype, are leftist films—Harry is against true justice, always lets a woman cop or ethnic minority partner “play their role” in the end (in other words, he moans but always concedes to “social justice”—which is not “justice” at all, being partial). A further manifestation is seen in the film Terminator 2 where the new Terminator, the T-1000, becomes a motorcycle cop who wears reflective glasses. Actually, the lone rider on a motorcycle with “blind eyes” personifies justice—Hollywood demonises this figure because Hollywood is a terrifically corrupt environment and so the people who live in the limelight always fear those who live in the dark, those wise owls who pursue justice.
I actually wear blue reflective sunglasses myself (helps with the eye contact) and I met a scallywag the other day who wanted to “chat” and be my “buddy”—yet he didn’t like the fact I never removed my glasses. “It’s about power,” he said to his stooge—his “mate”. “It’s about power” is what the iniquitous say about people who pursue justice; and they say it because they cannot wheedle and manipulate around my electric blue eyes with their emotional appeals and puppy-dog eyes—yet it is that in my world it is always midnight and so it is never too early for wisdom and justice, it is always the right time.