Originalism sin

Any Supreme Court nominee who’s more interested in what the Constitution actually says rather than what it might have said if the framers had been more enlightened is sure to draw a lot of fire from certain Senators…from both parties. This view of the Constitution, referred to as “originalism” or “constitutionalism” – and often in the same tone of voice as one might refer to the Flat Earth Theory – was the hallmark of Justice Robert Bork.

Judge Bork and the tempestous circus surrounding his failed confirmation in 1987 will be mentioned frequently in the coming weeks. As such, it is interesting to read his opening statement to the Senate Judiciary Committee during his confirmation hearing to see just what Senators Kennedy, Specter and others “saved” our Republic from (resulting in Justice Anthony Kennedy and his more global view of legal interpretation).

Here’s an excerpt (HT: Amy Ridenour’s National Center Blog):

“If a judge abandons intention as his guide, there is no law available to him and he begins to legislate a social agenda for the American people. That goes well beyond his legitimate power.”

Inconceivable!

One of the many great lines from the movie The Princess Bride is when Inego Montoya says to the nefarious plotter, Venzini: “You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.”

There are those today who also seem to have a lack of comprehension (but not confidence) over the meaning of certain words. You know, complex, multi-syllable words such as:

Gulag.
Torture.
Moderate.

Or, how about this one: theocracy.

There are those in this country who are ever-alert to defend against any signs of encroaching theocracy and who quite visibly stand fast against any appeasement with their perceived enemy.

Unless it’s Islamic theocracy, that is.

Not that there aren’t many who see equivalence between the militant Islamists with their law of Sharia and those who think it’s a fine idea to display the Ten Commandments on public property. It’s just that I’m wondering how many of these people are also quick to attribute the terrorist attacks (HT: Questions and Answers)as natural and even justifiable reactions to U.S. and/or Western provocations.

I mean, based on that logic, wouldn’t it be true that the militancy of the incipient American theocracy is simply a reaction to the secularists mucking about? Shouldn’t Ted Kennedy and friends be talking about setting an “exit date” for their withdrawal from society to spare everyone from this moral quagmire?

“It’s not the same thing!” they might cry, and of course they’d be right. The militant Christians aren’t blowing people up or executing envoys from other countries. Then again, “perspective” is another word they might want to look up.

(Speaking of proper usage of words, Captain Ed linked an excellent post from Dafydd on why the word “Islamofascist” is incorrect.)

Flippin’ bird

I love dogs. I think they make great pets. They are affectionate, responsive and great company. They are also fun to name and they come when you call them.

So do I have a dog? No I do not.

For some reason my household of one wife and two daughters has steadfastly resisted my importing a gregarious, interactive canine while embracing a variety of animals whose common trait has been that names are useless affectations since they don’t respond to their use. We’ve had two cats, a hamster, a guinea pig and, for a brief time, a rabbit. The latest addition is a parakeet, which I’ve learned is more accurately called a budgie. Each has come to us after being abandoned or as a product of a broken home, yet none have shown any appreciation for being delivered from a roadkill fate or a career in cosmetic testing. In fact, on more than one occasion, the remaining cat has even tried to kill me by running between my legs while I’m carrying 40-pound bags of water softener salt down the stairs.

(Full disclosure: some of these pets are no longer with us. One cat, the hamster and the rabbit have passed on to what Raymond Chandler would call – especially in the case of the cat – “The Big Sleep.”)

There once was a time where whenever I’d get home I’d be greeted by the squawks and squeals of my little girls honoring my return. Now I get squawks from the budgie who seems perpetually offended by my presence and squeals from the guinea pig who has associated the sound of the door opening from the garage with delivery of another load of dandelion greens and stems for his buffet. (For a funny flash file on the eating and dancing habits of guinea pigs, go here.)

I don’t understand what is up with the budgie; I thought we were going to be pals. My sister-in-law found her outside her shop following the big wind storm a couple of weeks ago and brought her home. My youngest then adopted her and we found a large, lovely cage at a garage sale for just $5. My daughter filled the cage with bird toys and feed. While she was on 24-hour probation his first day with us she was friendly as all get-out and liked having her head and neck scratched. Now the mere appearance of a finger near her cage drives her around the bend. She can also be sitting on her perch singing away as happy as a clam (if a clam could sing, that is) and in mid-note suddenly launch into a sputtering, head-bobbing Donald Duck-type diatribe that I assume represents budgie cursing. (A budgie with Tourette’s Syndrome?)

I did some on-line studying about budgies and discovered that they can be excellent mimics. I thought the budgie might find it appropriate to repeat one of my favorite Monty Python lines, so I parked myself beside her cage and started repeating – in my best, feminine, John Cleese voice – “I just spent four hours burying the cat.”

No reaction. I thought perhaps he needed more context, so I recited the opening lines from that Python sketch:

Mrs. Conclusion: Hello, Mrs. Premise.
Mrs. Premise: Hello, Mrs. Conclusion.
Mrs. Conclusion: Busy Day?
Mrs. Premise: Busy? I just spent four hours burying the cat.
Mrs. Conclusion: Four hours to bury a cat?
Mrs. Premise: Yes – it wouldn’t keep still.
Mrs. Conclusion: Oh – it wasn’t dead, then?
Mrs. Premise: No, no – but it’s not at all well, so as we were going away for a fortnight we wanted to be on the safe side.
Mrs. Conclusion: Quite right – you don’t want to come back from Sorrento to a dead cat. It’d be so anticlimactic. Yes, kill it now, that’s what I say.

I didn’t even get so much as a, “You’re a loony” in response. Looking back, even though I was frustrated, it probably wasn’t a good idea to continue with the rest of the sketch:

Mrs. Conclusion: We’re going to have to have our budgie put down.
Mrs. Premise: Really? Is it very old?
Mrs. Conclusion: No. We just don’t like it. We’re going to take it to the vet tomorrow.
Mrs. Premise: Tell me, how do they put budgies down then?
Mrs. Conclusion: Well it’s funny you should ask that, but I’ve just been reading a great big book about how to put your budgie down, and apparently you can either hit it with the book, or, you can shoot them just there above the beak.
Mrs. Premise: Just there!
Mrs. Conclusion: Yes.
Mrs. Premise: Well well well. ‘Course, Mrs. Essence flushed hers down the loo.
Mrs. Conclusion: Ohh! No! You shouldn’t do that — no that’s dangerous. Yes, they breed in the sewers, and eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people’s lavatories infringing on their personal freedom.”

(Note to self: no flushing Supreme Court justices down the loo.) The bird squinted at me, then sidled to the other side of her perch, turned her head away, stretched out one leg and squirted out some processed bird kibble.

“Oh-ho!” I said. “Well let me just tell you something else I’ve learned. It says here that budgie is the short name for budgerigar and budgerigar is a word used by the Australian Aborigines. Do you want to know what it means? Huh, do you? It means ‘good to eat.'”

Come to think of it, right about then is when the whole Donald Duck business with her began.

Book burning

I was beginning to think that Feet to the Fire would rather walk barefoot over hot coals than respond to my book meme tag, but it turns out he just has a lot of books to consider. Hotfoot it over to his blog to see which of the thousands he chose to single out.

It looks like we shared some common interests in our hardly mis-spent youths, and I’ve read several of the specific books he mentions. In addition, the “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” book was one I had my daughters read as part of their home education.

Go see for yourself, but bring your own marshmallows.

Willing to serve in Woodbury

Roy and Betsy have been friends of ours for eight years. Roy has a professional position with a lot of responsibilities and I’d estimate they have a pretty good household income which allows Betsy to devote her time to her family and volunteer activities. They have a lovely home in Woodbury, and if I had to guess I’d say they probably vote solidly Republican.

In the time we’ve known them we’ve seen quite a bit of their son, who has just graduated from high school. He’s a sharp enough kid, but one who’s never been that interested in academics and, like many young people, his worldview and self-awareness didn’t appear to extend much beyond his dinner-table reach. Nevertheless at the end of his junior year he started systematically interviewing recruiters from the various branches of the service to find out about their programs. When he finally decided to enlist last summer his decision was influenced by one benefit in particular: he selected the Marine Reserve because it “looked like the toughest.”

Roy and Betsy weren’t especially thrilled with their son’s desire to enlist, but didn’t try to discourage it, either. “It’s an honorable profession,” Roys says, and in many ways it was an option that made sense for him. “He had put himself in a situation with his grades where he knew college wasn’t really an option,” says Betsy, but grades were only one example of something he recognized in himself. “He said, ‘I need some discipline. I know this will be good for me,'” Roy says.

Betsy acknowledges that it is an exciting and anxious time for a mother, but she’s proud that her son’s made his own decision, “Especially when a lot of his friends are saying, ‘I wouldn’t want to do that.'” Similar responses have come from adults. “We’ve had two types of reactions from other parents,” Roy says. “The first one is they are aghast, and say things like, ‘Can’t you talk him out of it?’ The second type has been very supportive.”

Update:

Along similar lines, Captain Ed has an interesting post today at Captain’s Quarters about the military meeting its June recruiting quota, the strong re-enlistment numbers and a nice perspective on the role a stronger economy may play in recruiting. You can read it here.

Tiger Lilly’s homework…and coming up next on The Night Writer

Tiger Lilly has completed her share of the Big Book Meme, and it’s posted over at the MAWB Squad. Short and sweet, just like her.

In other news, I had an interesting conversation Sunday night with a married couple who’s only son has enlisted in the Marine Reserve and will be reporting to boot camp later this summer. I’ve typed a lot of notes about what was said regarding his reasons for enlisting, their reaction and the reaction of others, and their take on the recent comments by Senators Durbin and Kennedy. I’ll finish organizing these notes and hope to post these comments sometime late on Monday.

Stay tuned!

Decisions have consequences

Andy at Residual Forces has the story and photo evidence of a Wellstonian scofflaw coming to justice. The miscreant flagrantly flouted the law while flaunting his Wellstone bumper sticker. While he probably appreciated the “kinder, gentler” boot now in use, here are some ideas for additional and complementary bumper stickers he may want to add:

Happy to Pay for a Better Minnesota Through Parking Fines.

Bush Lied and My Car Died…Please Don’t Give Me a Ticket!

Parking Police = Nazis

I Probably Had It Coming.

Wheel Booting Is Prohibited by the Geneva Convention (it’s possible).

Victim of Big Government.

Couldn’t we discuss this in Cook County?

Or, as the Night Writer commented on Andy’s post:

Don’t Park the Bus (here)!

Book meme responses

Congratulations to Ben at Actually a Chef for being the first to respond to my book tag – even if he wasn’t quite sure what “tag” meant at first. You can check out his responses here, where you’ll see an appetizing mix of books revolving around fantasy, humor and horror (which includes a behind-the-scenes look at restaurant kitchens). I may have to check out his fantasy recommendation, “Game of Thrones.” I used to read a lot of alternate universe/eternal champion kinds of books. A couple of years ago I finally played the Myst game and that reminded me so much of Zelazny’s “Amber” series I went back to reread the first five books and was reminded of how much fun these can be when done well.

My other “taggees” are MIA for now, though it appears that one of them – Tony at Always Right, Usually Correct – was also tagged by Andy at Residual Forces – and then turned around and tagged me. Talk about a disturbance in the Force! He did come up with a nice mix of blogs to pass this on to, however, I must say.

Part of the problem in reaching Tony is the same problem I’m having reaching out to North Star Liberty. Apparently their Blogger Comment protocols and I don’t get along well – and they don’t have alternate “contact me” info. I’ll apply more heat to Feet to the Fire. As for Tiger Lilly, I expect to see something soon or she’s grounded.