Captain's Quarters highlights a disturbing trend to compare everything that you don't like to racism or Jim Crow. My Con Law professor does this constantly. I wonder if he knows how much it destroys his credibility (which wasn't great to begin with).
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
I like Blogger
But I wish I had the money, time, and know-how to create my own web page. Oh, well, maybe some day.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Death
My wife's grandma died yesterday. Well, really she was just a very, very, very good friend of the family who had been filling the role of grandma ever since her dad died 9 years ago and his parents abandoned the family. It's a long and complicated story, but suffice it to say, she feels like her grandma died. So, we're buying her a ticket to fly down so she can go to the funeral on Saturday. It's a tough thing, but her sister is taking it much worse than she is. Grandma was old and had lots of health problems so it shouldn't have been a shock but apparently it still was for some people. As someone who never had much contact with grandma, I am sad for my wife. My strategy for helping in the grieving process is to hug and say nothing except, "I'm sorry."
Jeff Harrell is Cool
What I've always wanted to say to a "journalist" Of course, I also always wish that I had to skill to say things the way that Jeff does. I am a serious wannabe writer, who has no talent, no creativity, and not enough brains to even follow a train of though from one end of the tracks to the other.
Of course, it may be that I have used up my creative juices in other areas, areas that I will no longer entertain. When it comes right down to it, there are only so many hours in the day, and I already am not getting enough sleep, thanks to the boy getting up at the crack of dawn every doggone day. It's a good thing he's so darn cute, or I wouldn't put up with it.
I guess what I am saying is, expect more from me in the future.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Rambling
Shining and new, like a bright copper penny.
I have really come to despise Jimmy Mac’s class. What exactly am I learning about Constitutional Law except which laws, rulings, and concepts Jimmy Mac likes or hates? Likes Douglas and Marshall, hates Scalia and Thomas, got it. Can we move on? Good hell, I’m paying for this tripe?
Terri Schiavo is everywhere, including our halls, where the debate has gotten mighty heated, and the one guy defending her gets called names, anti-religious names, by his Mormon friends. Nice.
I also have recently seen a disturbing tendency to place the presumption on the wrong side of the line. “You can have my beard when you pry it from my cold, dead face?” This qualifies for meek and humble? Apparently for some people’s misunderstanding it does.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Althouse: Terri Schiavo and federalism.
Ann Althouse has a great post about the federalism arguments that opponents of Terri Schiavo have forwarded. She makes great points, but everyone always overlooks the third-grade nature of such complaints. What in the hell does it matter what I said three years ago? Listen to what I'm saying now, and tell me if it's a good argument.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Thursday, March 17, 2005
A great post about judicially created "rights"
This post is a beautiful exposition of the foolishness and, yes, danger of the current idea of the Supreme Court, its function, and the things it has read into the Constitution.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Vodkapundit - Alternate History
This parody by Stephen Green is dead on, and therefore, makes me very sad.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Democrats care more about their own power and prestige than the freedom of others.
My proof? "There's always hope that this might not work." How sick that Osama and Zarqawi and the Dems are hoping for the same thing.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Rambling
I got nothing to say except, I am bored to death with school, I have been bitten hard by the golfing bug, and I currently have no work to do, so the income stream will temporarily be cut off. That is the bad news. The good news is that I don't need to feel bad about golfing instead of working, because there's no work to do. Great.