Scott Rothstein is some lawyer who ran a Ponzi Scheme in Florida. He pled guilty to a bunch of felonies and is going to be sentenced to prison. Like every sophisticated criminal who gets caught, Rothstein understands the game. Here's how it's played:
- When you a write a sentencing letter to the judge, you must offer an explanation for your conduct.
- Make this explanation abstract. It's about "things" and "desires" and "drives." Be vague and pseudo-insightful.
- Do not - this is most important of all - blame the abstract concepts for your problems.
- Instead, blame yourself.
- Kind of.
- When blaming yourself, write about how you were ensnared by the trap of temptation.
- This allows you to accept responsibility for your actions without being candid, and all the while sotto voce making it about a fall from grace.
- P.S. If you can blame a mental illness, do so. Also mention God and family.
Here is a sentencing letter to God, written by Adam:
Dear God:
I accept total responsibility for eating that apple. I don't expect any breaks from you. I do, however, want you to understand why I ate the apple.
Have you ever heard an apple snap when you bite into it? The juice explodes into your mouth and runs down your face. Have you ever had a beautiful woman ask to share an apple with you?
I should not have eaten the apple. It looked so delicious. Eve was so hot. She went around naked, you know.
Again, I accept responsibility for eating that apple. I am a flawed human being. I am sorry.
In that light, let's look at Scott Rothstein's letter.
The money and the power were intoxicating. I began to live a life both personally and professionally that my business could not support.... I began to spend like the wealthiest of my friends and colleagues. I began to live like them.
Notice that he's vague. He "began to live a life." He began to "spend"? What does that even mean? Today I lived my life. What does that tell you about me or what I did today? Nothing. Maybe I tossed balls to my dog on the beach; maybe I threw rocks at oncoming traffic; maybe I dropped a quaalude in your vodka tonic. Who knows?
If he were honest and concerned with redemption rather than manipulation, here's what he'd have said:
I'm an old, fat, balding nerdy guy. Do you know what women say about guys like me? When they are not ignoring me, they call me a creep. With money, everything changes.
On my boat, I snorted cocaine off of Maxim model's tits. There was so much cocaine that when a thin layer of powder formed on a model's tits, we wouldn't bother snorting it. We'd go straight to licking it off.
When I rolled up to the coffee shop in my Ferrari, women stared. All I had to say was, "Want a ride to my boat," and the panties came off. Men much younger than I stared in awe. I sometimes let them on the boat, because that, too, is intoxicating.
Men younger than I would tuck their dicks between their legs when around me. I'd tell them to get a beer out of the cooler for me as a dominance display. They hung around for the crumbs, and knew my crumbs were better than their bread.
Having this power over men was almost as pornographic as my cocaine-fueled sex sessions with models.
Let's be honest, right? Rothstein wasn't going around feeding poor kids with his stolen money. He was fucking whores on his yachts. Own it. Yet owning it would not engender sympathy with a judge. Thus, be abstract. "I began to live a life...."
Hopefully the judge will project his Middle Class values onto the abstract phrases. The judge might think that, "I began to live a life both personally and professionally that my business could not support," means tailored suits and fine dinners rather than Summer Friday's with coke whores. Not everyone knows how the rich really live, and most probably think it's all charity galas rather than orgies.
Of course Rothstein's need to snort cocaine out of the ass cracks of strippers wasn't a prurient drive that all men have. No. He was mentally ill:
Looking back, however, lurking just below the surface was a person so fearful of failure and so terrified of ever having to struggle the way his parents did, that it translated into an acute anxiety disorder that was, at times, debilitating, and for which I continue to seek treatment today.
Isn't it great that his at-times-debilitating-anxiety disorder didn't stop him from stealing from people? Somehow he found the inner strength and intestinal fortitude to overcome his disorder. What a man among men.
He writes much more, but you get the point.
Oh, wait, he does mention God, so let's discuss:
I understand that this Court must, and I expect it to, sentence me to a significant term of years. I only ask that you deal with me fairly and that based upon the fact that the record now exists, from my decision to return from Morocco and all that I have done since, that I am truly a changed man and that I have sincerely tried to redeem myself, that you consider giving me an opportunity to live at least part of the remainder of my life as a free man with an opportunity to do some good in this world. I will never forgive myself for what I have done nor do I expect anyone else to forgive me. But I will spend the rest of my life doing everything in my power to make right all the harm I have caused and to restore my family's good name as best as G-d will allow.
The G-d-spelling-thing is great. Jack Abramoff used it, too. Hey, guys, I have a memo to you from Mother Fucking God: She's a lot less offended about your putting the "o" in her name (what woman doesn't love an "o"?) than she is with your being scum-fucking crooks. Ya know?
Also, isn't this great that this changed man needs to be free to redeem himself? There are a lot of people in prison who need ministry. In fact, a G-dly person can do way more good inside a prison than outside of a prison.
Doesn't Rothstein know that free people often spend their weekends inside prison? Read the Bible or Torah. God wants us in prison.
And so we can only pray to G-d that Rothstein gets his chance to redeem himself. A lifetime spent in prison ministering and providing comfort to the damned may indeed even the cosmic ledger.
The sentencing judge should step over the wall between Church and State for Rothstein's sake - who, after all, is the one who invoked God. Rothstein spent a life of on Earth full of sin, but will now redeem himself by spending the remainder of his years in prison. Fortunately there is an Afterlife, and knowing that God will meet Rothstein with open arms for eternity far exceeds a few trivial years as a free man here on Earth.
May God - and the trial court - give Rothstein what he deserves.