

Your professional court-related needs are now satisfied - The Erwin Rommel School of Law is back!
Pseudolaw “law schools” always intrigue me. Why would you trust an "institution" that places itself outside the legal norms?
Awhile ago my favourite, the "Erwin Rommel School of Law" which had run since the 1970s disappeared. Yes, that Rommel.
But it's back! Still run by Michael Halsey Brown, though now he has a number of collaborators. Of course, you want to visit.
Why Rommel? “Rommel accomplished more with less than anybody in the 20th century.”
I often used the ERSOL website when conducting educational sessions, it inevitably sent judges howling with laughter. Thus, I was saddened when the ERSOL disappeared offline something like four or five years ago. At that time you could purchase Brown’s entire library of resources, “The Whole Nine Yards”, for a modest $1,499. Well, the price has dropped to a mere $750, all on a convenient USB Flash Drive and “professionally organized”.
I’ve never purchased the package so I can’t comment on the details. It’s a little surprising how Brown’s key materials never ended up on Scribd or other public sites, at least that I noticed. My quick search today did however locate his 1974 text “Iron Claws: Grip Development and Bench Press Course”. No law stuff that after a quick scan. Here you go, you curious ones.
Brown describes himself as a “modern renaissance man”, and an incomplete list of his publications nails the point with a dagger. Where does one start?
- “Brown’s Book of Carburetors”
- “The Case for Polygamy” (oh, look what the alpha male has to say)
- “The Erwin Rommel School of Law – How to Defeat an Illegal Legal System” (with macramé – duh)
- “Suppressed Inventions & How They Work” (quietly, they’re suppressed)
- “Sex, Money and Power: The Bible Shows You How”
Anyways, back to Brown’s pseudolaw texts. Is it incongruous that the cover art for “How to Defeat an Illegal Legal System” illustrates some kind of M4 Sherman? Just saying. You’d think Erwin would prefer a Panther.
Or a StuG. More than a little partial to those, myself. Nasty functional looking things.