It's the season for plums in the mouth, a time when you could ask whether a particularly juicy one gives you access to a more sympathetic justice system than one dealing in ghetto slang.
I don't have a lot of sympathy for the four former Lombard Finance directors found guilty of making false statements to elicit money from the trusting public. Its trust was bolstered by Sir Douglas Graham's knighthood and Bill Jeffries' former cabinet ranking. Both, as former Ministers of Justice, could be expected to know very well what ethical conduct is and ought to be.
The best excuse I could come up with would be that though they were directors of the ill-fated company, they didn't poke their noses into its workings too much, so were as surprised as anyone when the company went belly-up to the tune of $125 million. But directors aren't supposed to be paid - by investors, actually - for nothing, and if they attach their good name to a company, which is the reason why they were offered the gig in the first place, they should surely be especially motivated to make sure it's okay.
Were they just lazy, or blasé, or did they hope for a miracle? I hope not, because magical thinking should never apply when you're looking after other people's savings, and risk losing the lot. We could be waspish about people wanting to earn more than bank interest - but isn't that the whole point of capitalism, in which they played a willing part? Aren't we supposed to get the best possible deal for ourselves if we're lucky enough to actually save a bit of dosh, and aren't we implored to invest in business, despite the risks?
The effect of high-profile trials like this, among so many in recent years, is far-reaching and destructive. Dishonesty in the supposedly squeaky-clean and honorable accountancy and legal professions, and in investment companies, has shaken whatever fragile trust remains among what John Key likes to call "mum and dad investors". I don't blame them if they'd rather keep their money under their pillow now than hand it over to other people to gamble with, however rounded their vowels might be, and however natty the cut of their jackets.