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The Executive versus the Courts
If you read nothing else of this politically slanted entry, please read at least one line. I feel really strongly about it. Read it and go on with the rest of your life with my blessings.
Don’t listen to conservative pundits who insist the judiciary is overstepping it’s bounds… reigning in the possible excesses of another branch of government is by design, right smack in the middle of it’s well established and intended “bounds.”
Yep, you guessed it… to employ a football metaphor; this entry serves no other purpose than to “pile on.”
In previous entries I have suggested that the media should (and does) have a right to report things that COULD be considered a “state secret,” when in so doing it reveals government abuses of power – particularly when there is a likelihood that the abuse of power represents action contrary to law.
Courtesy of Your Constitution of the United States, the concept of “the separation of powers,” and the Federal Judiciary, it appears the score stands at: Media: 2, Office of the Executive: 0.
And speaking of the courts… funny thing about Federal Courts… all of the judges are appointed by the sitting President. Going back to 1969… almost 38 years, there have been 26 years of Republican Presidents appointing Federal judges. Assuming there has been an equal opportunity to appoint judges in each of those years, and that there has been close to 100% turnover since 1969 (how many 100 year-old, Kennedy appointed judges could there be left?)… it’s possible that almost 70% of the sitting Federal Judges were appointed by Republican Presidents. Now assume that Presidents tend to appoint people that are sympathetic to their own goals (DUH!), and you see why I get a real hoot about conservatives complaining about “an activist judiciary.” It must take some of the fun out of whining when they’ve only got themselves to blame.
In the latest round of Article III versus Article II… well, you’ve probably already heard that Federal Judge Anna Diggs Taylor (full disclosure: she was appointed by Carter in 1979) ruled against the administration’s domestic wire tapping program. In response, the administration has said that it will fight Judge Taylor’s ruling, asserting that the program has been effective in thwarting terrorism. That may be, but it’s not entirely the point. The issue is whether the program is legal, not effective. As I understand it, the key issue is: a search without some kind of warrant… which I understand can be obtained in secret AND after the fact (after the wires have been tapped and info gleaned) under the provisions of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA). If FISA allows the executive to wiretap in secret and obtain judicial blessing (a warrant) in secret (through the FISA court) after the fact, I fail to see why the administration can’t just follow the law – and keep us just as safe. It seems the only reason not proceed under FISA is to arrogantly flex the muscles of the office of the executive. Isn’t that just like a cowboy?
In 1775 Patrick Henry famously wrote: “Give me liberty or give me death.” Although not exactly what he meant; in light of recent terrorist activities and our attempts to thwart them, that sentiment may be more true now than at any other time in our nation’s history. For me, one of the lessons of 9/11 is that extremists will go to great lengths to kill. The question I think we must ask ourselves is this: is constitutional extremism our only tool to ward off this threat? With my view from the cheap seats, it seems that our president is equally interested in exercising raw power – as he is keeping our country safe. That is PRECISELY what the framers of our constitution were afraid of when they envisioned “the separation of powers” and “checks and balances.”
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Tween time
I am stuck in that moment between getting home late and the time when you feel like going to bed.
We decided to go to a Devil Rays away game this evening, and we’re just getting back. They were at Tropicana Field, where they occasionally play home games, so we didn’t have to travel too far. Tonight’s benefactor of the ice cold Rays’ bats were the Indians from Cleveland; and there were a lot of Indians from Cleveland there this evening. It was so bad there was this old Midwestern fella who pointed to the Rays’ base runner on first and arrogantly proclaimed, “I’ll bet that guy hasn’t stolen a base in HIS short career.” He was, no doubt, playfully taunting the Rays’ fans about all the youth being served on the field. It was almost too bad that the guy he was pointing out was Carl Crawford.
It sucks when you can’t get a taunt right… on the player’s home field no less.
In the middle innings, Beth got into a grudge match with a couple of Indians sitting around us (we were surrounded).
Beth: “Why are you rooting for the Indians?”
Indian: “Because I was born in Ohio.”
Beth: “But where do you live now?”
Indian: “I live here.”
Beth: “Have you lived here a long time?”
Indian: “Longer than you have kid.”
Beth: “Then you should be rooting for the Rays.”
Indian: “We can’t help where we’re born kid.”
Beth: “My dad was born in Boston, and he roots for the Rays.”
Indian: “I think I might have left my lights on.”Then there was the drunken Indian incident.
Beth: (Screaming at the top of her nine year old lungs) “GO RAYS GOOOOOOOOOO AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Drunken Indian: “Way to go kid, gimme five.”
Beth: “Why should I give you five? You’re an Indian’s fan.”
Drunken Indian number two: “HA HA HA! She showed you!”
Indian chorus: “HOO HOO HOO! You tell him!”
Dad: sits quietly in his seat, not sure whether to be proud or afraid for his daughter’s life.Capping the evening off, Beth gets in the extended, post game bathroom line.
Woman leaving the bathroom, walking past, talking to someone else: “There was this little girl in there trying to talk one of us into letting her cut in line….”
Beth’s grandfather: “I wonder who they could have been talking about.”
Beth’s dad: “Yeah, I can’t imagine.”There are times when I can see a lot of myself in my daughter, but not one of those times came up this evening.
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Lost in shadow
I saw a newish Caddy yesterday when I was driving home with Adam from Meh-may’s house (insert standard French disclaimer here). It was one of those STS jobs that’s all the rage these days. It had a silver hood, chrome grill… and no bumper. I thought to myself, “that’s a damn shame, wasting a perfectly good Caddy like that.” As we drew closer and passed each other I saw the two-tone paint job: silver on top (possibly gray) and black from the door handles down. It was then that I noticed the bumper… it was there after all, painted black like the bottom half of the car.
From the side, the two-tone looked tres chic. It’s too bad the color scheme makes it look like the car belongs up on blocks in front of a mobile home (from the front). That particular shade of black looked like a perfect shadow, making the bumper virtually disappear (from a distance).
It kinda makes you want to go out and get onyx caps for your front teeth, for that “I’ve taken one too many shots to the face” look.