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Confirmation History Lesson 101

15 Wednesday Jul 2009

Posted by Sherry in Congress, Constitution, Judiciary, SCOTUS, US Government

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confirmation hearings, Congress, FDR, Hainsworth/Carswell, John Cornyn, Robert Bork, SCOTUS, Sonia Sotomayor

founding-fathersThings have gone awry. I don’t think many people would disagree about that, though you could probably get as many solutions as there are people if you asked. I’m not here to offer mine necessarily, but to point out that what worked two hundred plus years ago in a mostly agrarian land ain’t exactly workin’ today.

Now here in Iowa, we see things a bit differently no doubt than do the Easterners with their snooty, older than you, center of the universe mentality, or than the Westerners with their bored, soooo yesterday kind of dismissal of the world as mostly irrelevant.   We provided for the fact that our state constitution needs a periodic look see. Every ten years we actually vote on whether to hold a constitutional convention or not, to reform, add, subtract, or throw out and start all over, our experiment in government.

I’m not suggesting that we do that federally, no doubt it would cause quite a mess. But what to do about non-functioning institutions is a serious question that we should look at. Case in point, the confirmation process for new appointees to the Supreme Court of the US.

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The circus, called the Confirmation hearings, have begun if you hadn’t noticed. All the players, members of the Senate Judiciary Committee, met with the nominee, smiled for the cameras, promised civil discourse, and claimed to have an “open mind.” 

 Once in the arena, things of course go the usual course. One Republican tries to embarrass her with questions about “empathy” and “smart Latina women” questions, punctuated by nose-up-the-butt-boy, Lindsay Graham asking her, “Do you know that you are considered the most intemperate of justices by far than any of your colleagues?” This is followed by one Democrat who lauds her accomplishments and suggests all the “right” answers to the questions, called “rehabilitating the witness.” This goes on back and forth all day, and into the next.

It’s all predictable, and in the end mostly the vote will be along party lines, except for a few who will vote for her only because they face elections in heavily Latino populations or have some other hidden agenda which we won’t know about.

Such has been the way things go for a very long time. It started, dare I say, during the terms of FDR when Franklin got tired of having his progressive legislation dumped by the sitting SCOTUS and was hell-bent on “packing” it with more justices, all of whom, were expected to uphold his laws. That didn’t work, but it started the idea I think that it was important when picking a justice to have some idea what they might do beyond decide cases.

In other words, how they decided because more important than qualifications. Duh, who would have guessed. Qualifications was a pretty impersonal thing after all, most reasonable people can agree that one meets or doesn’t meet them. Sarah the Moosehunter doesn’t meet any qualification for anything beyond having an active womb and carving a nice steak on the ground. William Jennings Bryant met them all for being a judge. See how easy it is?

We started to realize how darned important this stuff was when Eisenhower picked Warren as chief justice and got a whole lot more than he bargained for. Most of our search and seizure rules and Brown v. Board, and all that liberal stuff came from him. Eisenhower considered it one of his worst decisions, picking Warren that is.

But nobody seemed very good at predicting, so things go around to looking at “character.” Hainsworth and Carswell were dismissed by the Senate as unqualified. In reality, they both got caught with too many arguable racist comments and rulings to be fit for office in the still new days of racial equality ushered in by Brown, and Johnson’s voting rights legislation. Whether they were qualified in terms of legal knowledge, heck I don’t remember if anyone even cared.

Then came Robert Bork, and a new era began. Here, no personal character issues upset the apple cart, but judicial philosophy entered the arena as the tried and true means for determining one’s “qualifications.” Bork was appointed by Reagan and was an “originalist,” believing that the proper philosophy for deciding cases was to get as close to the original founding fathers intent as possible. This of course means no such things are “privacy” (not mentioned) and that sort of thing, and that means the death of such things as Roe v. Wade and other “privacy” type cases. He was not confirmed, and now not being confirmed because of philosophy rather than qualifications is called “being borked.”

Now we are up to our necks in “judicial activism” (read judges making law), versus “strict constructionists” (read originalists). In actuality as we all pretty much know, judicial activism means essentially, not doing what I want you do to do.

And so we are subjected to “confirmation” hearings that are three-ring circuses where the same questions are asked again and again. No senator is allowed, apparently, to say, “Gee, Senator X asked all my questions thoroughly, I have no more questions.” No they just ask them all over again. Instead of determining whether Judge Sotomayor is qualified (given she’s been confirmed twice now, that would seem rather obvious), we are part of this game of “how this plays in Podunk,” and jockeying for position for the next election cycle.

It’s all a monumental waste of time, ours and theirs, and accomplishes nothing except to insure that payback awaits the next change in party and the next opening on the Court. We have gotten marginally better at figuring out how they will act on the bench, due to some poli sci profs and computers, and so it all matters in the end. But the show is about nothing but, well show.

I keep wondering how Cornyn is going to vote though. I hear he’s getting booed in Texas and well, they are pretty darn chuck full of Latinos there. I bet he’s hating this thing to the max. One takes one’s amusement where one can.

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I Can Play That Game Too

14 Tuesday Jul 2009

Posted by Sherry in Congress, Entertainment, Essays, Literature, Poetry, SCOTUS

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Books, Chuck Grassley, Jeff Sessions, John McEnroe, Johnny Depp, Michael Jackson, prose, Rafael Nadal, retreats, Roger Federer, Sonia Sotomayor, weather

spb_brain_evolution-It doesn’t happen that often, but today, after running through well over one hundred blogs, I’ve still seen nothing to awakens an idea in my magnificent brain to write about. The last one, a snotty little offering from our dearest friend Randal, at that oh so smarmy Frenchy sounded blog l’ennui melodieux, well, it gave me the idea.

If you go over, and go you should, you’ll find a nice little post that says and means essentially nothing, but is a pleasant enough stringing of words, much like poetry, that can mean what you want it to. I shrugged, and thought, well why the hell not. I can string with the best of them.

I once upon a time thought Randal was just “too deep” for me, but then, he reads my blog, so that killed that idea. I finally realized he was just putting it over on us with his fancy words. And hey, nobody can claim Randal ain’t read, cuz he is. I think it’s like having your cranium shook a bit each day or two, knocks the dust down and all those synapses snap back into place, and you’re ready once more for molecular physics. Quarks anyone?

There seems to be no abatement in the Michael Jackson phenom, and that’s starting to be a problem in the meadow. The Contrarian is threatening to write off forever whole networks if they don’t stop, and no amount of explaining that “THEY DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK” seems to sink in. I just threw in this comment, cuz then I can list MJ as a tag and up my readership some more. I have 5,000 hits on Sunday. They are really tracking everything I say these days about MJ and Depp, Johnny that is. Wow, now I can add him too. Those are the search leaders these days, and you know how much time I spend talking about either of them.

I am pained a good deal looking around at the sky. I keep figuring that something is about to happen, given that the temperature more closely resembles like late September than freakin’ July. I mean we are looking at a high of 73 tomorrow. The garden simply groans in confusion. You can hear it if you listen carefully. It’s various components don’t know whether to set fruit or just give up in disgust. We’re about to see I guess how strong the drive to reproduce is.

I have been watching the Sonia Sotomayor hearings a bit today. The judge seems to be holding her own quite well, as the idiot likes of Sessions and a few others look foolish by comparison. I understand that Sessions some years ago was appointed to a federal judgeship but was not confirmed. I think he’s a mean spirited guy, but then most Republicans are these days. Our own Chuckie cheese Grassley says he’s “troubled” by her empathy statements. But oddly, he wasn’t troubled when Alito said much the same during his confirmation hearings. Grassley, agrees that he’s being a bit inconsistent. Hard to toe the Republican line when your past keeps contradicting you.

I usually watch Wimbledon every year. I like tennis, though I loathe John McEnroe. But if I turn down the sound I can handle it. Which brings to mind, why do we reward idiot nasty people with long term “commentator” contracts? Anyway, I didn’t watch this year because my dog in the race, Rafael Nadal, was out with an injury. Isn’t that a perfectly lovely name? Rafael? Ahhh, just sublime. Anyway, Federer, Roger has both a pedantic name and a brow ridge akin to Neanderthal origins. Rafael, has as they say a “body to die for.”

I do tend to choose my favorites in that disgustingly superficial way. I’m not ashamed of it. I mean isn’t that obvious? Johnny Depp is beyond gorgeous. I have been known to root for some not so gorgeous types. I was a real fan of Johnny McKenzie of the Boston Bruins a few dozen years ago. And he was how can you say it nicely? Dog butt ugly comes to mind, but don’t quote me.

God and me are doin’ find. Thanks for asking. I’m getting the chance to join that education program at my church after all. They insist that they have scholarships and so I’m blessed indeed. I’m reading a new book, another to review. Hopefully, unless I come across another “must have” I’ll read a few of my own collection and then enjoy some from our church library. Now we do have a selection that makes the average biblical study nut like me just salivate. I can hardly wait.

I was over at FranIAm’s blog yesterday, and she was just back from a retreat. I’m, embarrassed to say how long its been since I’ve been on any kind of one. We have a retreat center that is closer to me than my church, so I really am going to do that soon. She’s another blog that should be visited regularly. I do, but don’t always comment.

Speaking of which, it sure would be nice if that feature, commenting, were available within the reader, without bringing up the page. Easier for me at least. Oh and hit that Westminster button now and again if you have the time. I got a whopping 8 points so far. Need 50 for a book! lol…okay here’s hoping for Christmas?  I guess I should have thrown in a recipe to be complete, but hey, we can’t have everything.

So Randal, I know it’s not as elegant as yours, but did I do this streaming bouncing off the wall prose okay? It’s the best I can do on short notice. Have a superb day folks.

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The Funnest Game in Town

03 Wednesday Jun 2009

Posted by Sherry in Bush, GOP, John McCain, SCOTUS

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Arizona, Barbara Bush, Dick Cheney, John Cornyn, Karl Rove, Latinos, Newt Gingrich, SCOTUS, Sonia Sotomayor, Texas

lily-tomlin-telephone-operatorDon’t get me wrong, I don’t want in any way shape or form to return to the days of George (The “Decider”) Bush. They were all too often painful days, resulting in a lot of loss of life for dubious reasons. (Some would say, no reason at all.)

However, there was a certain amount of predictability in George’s world, things we could count on. We knew and understood the players, knew what to expect from them and what not to.

I often imagine the following happening on a weekly basis. Bring down the lights, quiet the audience, and we open at the White House switchboard.

“One ringy dingy, two ringy dingy…..yes, is this the party to whom I am speaking?”

“What the hell? Who is this? Is this the White House? Put on the flat head!”

“Excuse me? This is the White House, to whom are you asking? (snort, snort)

“The flat head–and make it quick. I haven’t got all day.”

“And who is this may I ask? Are you the person to whom I am speaking?”

“I’m his mother, Barbara Bush, now get him.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. Bush, (snort, snort), but the President is unavailable. Can I take a message for the party whom I am not speaking to?”

“Listen sister, put my SON on the phone or I’ll show you a trick I can do with these pearls!”

(after a slight delay)

” (sigh) Yes, mama?”

“George! What in the hell are you doing now? You’re father was watching the TV and now is trying to hide under leaves in the back yard. I told you a hundred times, don’t do anything without checking with Jeb first. You didn’t push any buttons did ya? Just tell me you didn’t push any buttons, big red ones?

“Yes, mama, I remember, and no I haven’t pushed any red buttons.”

(and then the rest of what George did would unfold)

Those were the days were they not? With Hastert and DeLay running the House and the rest of the Rethugs claiming that any word against the Prez and his plans was “unpatriotic” and Democrats were forever dead. God was coming to Washington!

As the years progressed of course, Rethugs got quieter and more and more when asked what they thought of George’s latest policy, they were heard to reply:                                            hogans_heroes_schultz_small

“I KNOW NUZZZING!”

Of course in the end, George learned that his input was no longer required. He was not invited to campaign for hardly anyone, and a convenient excuse was worked up to keep him away from the Convention.

We should have known. The die had been cast, there was worse to come. No longer in charge of anything much, the Rethugs much as a giant brain without anything to think about, began to deteriorate.

It turned to it’s old favorites Rush and Sean, Bill, and the new kid Glenn. They even got themselves that token thingamajig, and made him their head company man. They talked some jive, they talked a lot of God, and they talked about the joys and benefits of waterboarding. They warned of them spendin’ crazy DemocRAT socialists, and finally dropped all pretense and screamed “FASCISTS!!!”

Now a few in the party looked askance at all this rightwing nuttery and pleaded for sanity. But no, the actual Rethugs themselves had now been infected with the crazy bug. Out popped in stunning technicolor the likes of Steve King and Michele Bachmann slavering about the impending demise of “Merika.” Where but here would we turn the good old CCC of the Roosevelt days into “indoctrination” camps?

The Three AmigosMeanwhile, the three Repooplicans, otherwise known as the “Three Amigos” (Karl, Newt, and Dick) have determined that the best way to save the Grand Old Party, is to destroy it.

And busy as bees they are, doing just that. Dick, “The Dick,” is running cross country crying at the top of his lungs, “The sky is falling,” or “The wolf, the wolf,” depending on the time of day.

Newt, is running for something, and finds everything that the President does as simply awful. By the way, Newt wants everyone to admire his new found piousness, spanking new soul, all clean and such. Having the the Church of Rome spiffy him all up he thinks makes him fit for office. “Pelosi should resign! Imagine saying that the CIA lies! Why it’s unMerikan!”

Karl, the “Dough Boy” just swells up as dough is wont to do, and spews out all the venomous clap trap that they other two have shoveled into his empty cranium. He smiles, “Going to Yale, doesn’t mean she’s smart you know!” I guess that means perhaps boy wonder there Georgie might not be either? But who knows, Karl certainly doesn’t, he’s just a human hose, fill him up, and turn him on.

Which all leaves me, loyal reader, feeling that it is just too too easy to attack these walking dead. But then, here’s where it gets strange. I mean strange indeed.

Sonia Sotomayor is appointed to be a new Justice on the SCOTUS. You can expect the usual rhetoric from the limping soggy old crew of regulars. They are “wait and see,” cuz they haven’t “read her opinions,” or “heard her testimony” yet. The usual nonsense, which means, I’m voting agin her but I can’t say that yet.

Along comes the usual crew of Wingnut pundits saying “she’s a racist, she’s a racist” and guess who takes up that refrain? Oh none other than Karl and Newt blasting it all over the Foxy Newsless forum. “She’s a racist! My God, she should resign right this very minute! What a terrible choice. If a white dude had said that, why mercy me, they’d be hanging him at high noon!”

Whereupon, John McCain rushed out and got himself an unlisted number, mumbling, . . . . “must say that we have to wait, see what she says, must look senatorial. . . . thoughtful, intellectual, honest and fair. That’s the ticket.” Go to the bunker John, stay out of touch. “God forbid, what are they trying to do? My freakin’ state is crawling with brown skins, I can’t be caught up in calling a Latina a racist for God’s sake!”

John Cornyn finds the whole thing a disaster. “God, I can barely justify visiting the Alamo here in Texas, I can’t afford to piss off the Mexicans!” He scurries and rounds up a Sunday talk show gig just to scream, “Karl and Newt have gone too far!”

Imagine, John Cornyn being the voice of reason in the house of Elephant? Who would have thunk it?

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