About 45 years ago, there was a science fiction author named H. Beam Piper. I think he would have fit in here, but he commited suicide. Good stuff, I recommend his writtings.

I mention him becuase in one of his stories he wrote a line that I'll never be able to foget. It descibed the perfect jury: "Twelve men, good and true, who couldn't pour sand out of a boot if the instructions were printed on the heal."

If you are too smart, the lawyers don't want you in the jury box.