Naughty Emails?

Back in 2007, when Seamus McCaffery was running for the State Supreme Court, I met him at a fundraiser in Bethlehem. All the Micks were there. Cunningham. Callahan. Brennan. I loved the guy, an ex-cop who used to be the Judge of the Eagles Court. I even gave him money, though my check for $1,000,000,000,000,000 bounced. I thought he'd bring a different perspective to a court full of blue bloods who only shit once every four or five years.

Since ascending to the judicial heavens, he began acting like one of them. I became particularly concerned over referral fees being paid by law firms to his wife, who was also then employed as a court aide for him. So did the FBI.

But now Hizzoner has redeemed himself in my eyes. He's been suspended for something no blue blood would do - engage in naughty emails.

Ron Castille's horn-rimmed glasses must have steamed up and cracked when he found out that, over the years, Justice McCaffery has sent a few ... OK ... 234 emails from his personal account to his pals, most of them former cops.

Naughty emails.

If he investigates, Castille will probably learn that McCaffery pisses and farts every day and farts, too. He's a human being, not an automaton. As long as Seamus is not one of the models, I frankly think they are all over-reacting. They should have paid this much attention to kids for cash scandals, but the judges involved there were fellow blue bloods. For the ex-cop, a different standard is in place. The aristocratic preppies are simply shocked that a judge would act like a human being.

Give me a break.