Finally, for those of you in bed at the Holiday Inn, after the disastrous remand to the Circuit Court of Appeals, the Leegin plaintiffs sought and were denied certiorari by the US Supreme Court, which, sub silentio, held the Fifth Circuit did not err in crap canning the complaint.
Addendum: to be clear and unambiguous, I express NO opinion with regard to non-US jurisdictions nor US state law (deceptive or unfair trade practice acts) but strongly suggest that the component manufacturer-integrating manufacturer legal relation is entirely separable and district from that of the device manufacturer-retail seller, governed by wholly distinct principles-this is just a guess, mind you.
This Mark Knophler song bears reasoning by analogy:
Song by Mark Knopfler
OVERVIEW
LYRICS
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Addendum: to be clear and unambiguous, I express NO opinion with regard to non-US jurisdictions nor US state law (deceptive or unfair trade practice acts) but strongly suggest that the component manufacturer-integrating manufacturer legal relation is entirely separable and district from that of the device manufacturer-retail seller, governed by wholly distinct principles-this is just a guess, mind you.
This Mark Knophler song bears reasoning by analogy:
Song by Mark Knopfler
OVERVIEW
LYRICS
PEOPLE ALSO SEARCH FOR
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Don't often open up this floor
Since I handed in my gun
What all these keys are for
Now my tour of duty's done
You got to know the switches
Now you got your turn
Watch and learn, junior
Watch and learn
Now you will get your trouble spots
Here's one from down voodoo way
Bragged he had me by the you-know-what's
Very funny, you don't say
The big enchilada
Stealing elections
Had to go down there
Trash collection
Got his cojones on my desk in there
Made into a souvenir
Set of cufflinks, nice pair
The rest of him's someplace up here
Sometimes you got to
Put a shoulder to the door
Not so fast, junior
Listen to your pa
Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do
What we have here's a dung hole place
Thought it was fly shit on the map
Fat bastard, ugly face
And the personal crap
You can't move the barriers
You can't mess with oil and gas
Had to go down there
Stick a couple aircraft carriers in his ass
Fancy dress medals chest
It's all in here for all the gigs
Gas mask bullet-proof vest
All the usual rigs
There'll be things they missed
They didn't mention
You've even got a whistle in there
For attracting attention
Well, I think you're gonna be okay, son
You've had the tour, I guess
These two buttons by the way
This one I hope you never press
Some holy fool, just watch
Who's not like you or me
That one's the whole shooting match
Right there
It's the whole shitaree
We don't forget who put us here, jack
That's page one
We talk soft but carry a big stick
And pack the biggest gun
We don't like accidents
Major or minor
You don't want yourself an incident
Don't ever invade china here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do
Songwriters: Mark Knopfler
Don't Crash the Ambulance lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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