There are few pleasures greater than watching somebody get yelled at. You loved it when your mom stuck it to your brother, and you love it now, rubbernecking to see a cop pull a car over. One of the best spots for catching good, stern lectures in our authority-free culture is the bench of lower-court judges. These guys can lay into punks and deadbeats like Father Knows Best on a caffeine jag.
And that may explain the success of Judy Sheindlin, a former New York City family-court judge and the resident scourge on Judge Judy, which as of this month is...
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