Reconsidering Sam Alito (because, the night)
"I had skin like leather
and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered
but I burst just like a supernova.
I could walk like Brando,
right into the sun,
then dance just like a Casanova...
"With my blackjack and jacket
and hair slicked sweet,
silver star studs on my duds
just like a Harley in heat
--when I strut down the street
I could hear its heart beat:
"The sisters fell back and said,
'Don’t that man look pretty.'
The cripple on the corner cried out,
'Nickels for your pity.'
Them gasoline boys downtown
sure talk gritty.
"It’s so hard to be a saint in the city..."
Especially DC, yo...
As such, given his now documented inclination toward such a world view, I think these lyrics more than suffice as an answer to those naysayers who suggest that Alito is somehow a toady for the administration.
If he's down with the Boss, he can be on MY Supreme Court anyday.
This has been an jarring object lesson for me, on the perils of a) precipitously jumping to conclusions in general, and, b) imposing such narrow criteria on my personal evaluation of candidates for high office in the federal government.
Clearly, this Alito dude totally rocks. And I shudder to think that this salient fact nearly escaped my attention.
"I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd,
but when they said, 'Sit down,'
I stood up."
C'mon... the man reeks of judicial independence!
I say give ‘im an upper-down vote, pronto...
Why? Well, first off, because it’s the American way, and secondly:
"Because the night, belongs to lovers..."
A Little Recreational Childlike Malice for the Left
Clearly, this is a sore subject for a man already unde considerable pressure. So, please...
...spread the word!
I know, I know... It's a juvenile observation, but as most fellas named "Scooter" might tell y'all: It's best to make hay while the sun shines.
The Most Brilliant Man She Ever Met
Moreover, she either honestly believes that W is, in fact, a real smart feller (which is hardly a "mainstream" opinion) or, she regarded it as prudent "strategery" to "disassemble" on the record with such a blatantly outlandish (and, frankly, insultingly fatuous) assertion to this effect.
Is this manner of judgement suitable for a Supreme Court justice?
It's ironic (in a tragic/nauseating sort of way) that it was "Poppy" Bush who put Clarence "the good negro" Thomas on the bench, and now his hapless namesake is going the same hideously cynical route by selecting a fawning and/or conniving female to fill the current vacancy.
Sadly, Miers' gender--in and of itself--will go a long way to neutralize opposition to her nomination from the left, just as Uncle Clarence's race did for him.
