Am I the first Kenwoodsman to go to court?

This morning was an interesting experience. Two weeks ago, I received a speeding ticket for going 25 in a 15 mph school zone. I decided to try to fight it, hoping that maybe the officer wouldn't show. Also, seeing as I was brand new to the area and in Indiana the school zone limit is 25 I thought maybe I would have valid grounds for something like ignorance of the law. Plus, I thought I'd throw in that I am a poor volunteer who works with refugees, I didn't want to make the mother and child late to their appointment, that sort of thing. So I went this morning, but it turns out that this was only an initial hearing and I would have to set a later court date (something like December) in order to plead not guilty (which I still feel I was). I was not happy and let the judge know in an explitive-filled tirade which led to my forceable removal from the courtroom. Remember when Brett had to hook up the water hose after the LaMonsters lost that intramural game? Well, I wasn't eating a TV or anything, but it was nearly that bad. As they dragged me through the heavy oak doors by my flailing arms, I shouted one last message on their unnaturally droopy ears, "I'll blow this place up, you money grubbing-pinko-commie-geezer-soapscum!" Then I payed the fine and left.