Tuesday, August 31

Be Not Afraid.

Song for a Tuesday in late August.

John Michael Talbot:

1.
You shall cross the barren desert, but you shall not die of thirst.
You shall wander far in safety though you do not know the way.
You shall speak your words in foreign lands and all will understand.
You shall see the face of God and live.

R.
Be not afraid.
I go before you always.
Come follow me, and
I will give you rest.

2.
If you pass through raging waters, in the sea you shall not drown.
If you walk amid the burning flames, you shall not be harmed.
If you stand before the pow'r of hell and death is at your side, know that I am with you through it all.

3.
Blessed are your poor, for the kingdom shall be theirs.
Blest are you that weep and mourn, for one day you shall laugh.
And if wicked men insult and hate you all because of me, blessed, blessed are you!

ADDED: YouTube chorus.

Sunday, August 29

Sing a New Song unto the Lord.

... and play for Him on glad tambourines, and let your trumpet sound !

Wishing everyone blessings for a wonderful week ahead. (Let's hear those trumpets now.)

... and filled your Soul with Song !

Saturday, August 28

As Ugly as They Wanna Be.

Indeed:

I haven't been following this controversy, and I don't really know what Glenn Beck and his cohort are doing that could be construed as "distort[ing] what Dr. King's dream was about." But it's quite obvious that we all do have a right to distort King's ideas or any other ideas as much as we damned well please. And Sharpton and the rest of us also have a right to say that there is no such right, but it's not good to say that. Because it's not true. And it's anti-freedom. Ironically.

Funny. You expect this kind of reasoning more from the Bongs Hits 4 Jesus crowd. You know: endorsing nonsensical protests just because ... you can.

Ridiculously radical.

Really.

Let Freedom Ring.

In the world of words, out there today, Charles Blow urges Americans to feed themselves on what we've learned from the past ...

Anger provides too low a return on investment. It consumes a tremendous amount of energy, but yields little progress. Instead, we should each take this opportunity to listen to the “I Have a Dream” speech once more, paying particular attention to how the echoes of yesterday’s struggles reverberate in our present struggles, and to recommit ourselves to the nobility of righteous pursuits.

... and the voiceless Roger Ebert brings it home, remembering how much louder the bells in the public square are ringing today, than when his mother worked for a lesbian couple back in the 70s :
My mother loved this job. She already knew half the people who came in, and made friends with the rest. She made observations about Dee and Dollie: "They live in the same building." Then: "Dee and Dollie invited me over for dinner. They're roommates." Eventually a telephone call: "Honey, you'll never guess this! Dee and Dollie just announced their engagement!"

Me: "What does that mean?"

My mother: "I don't know. I don't see how they can get married. But they gave each other the nicest rings."
...
My mother confided that Dee and Dollie had asked her to be one of their maids of honor.

"My land! I was never so surprised in my life!"

"What did you say?"

"I told them of course I would. They've both been so nice to me."

"What kind of a marriage is it going to be?"

"It can't be a church wedding, that's for sure. One of their friends is some kind of a minister, and he's going to perform the ceremony in somebody's back yard. I've been helping them with their wedding plans, because they don't seem to know the first thing about planning a wedding."
...
Now the idea of gay marriage is much before us. They've been made legal in some states. They are fiercely opposed, most often on religious grounds. Politicians find it prudent to play to both sides of the street by saying they "have no opposition to civil ceremonies." I'm disappointed in Obama for taking that approach. He supports the civil rights but opposes gay marriage while citing his church's teachings. At least you can't accuse him of catering to his base.

I would have preferred that he'd added that a religious marriage is a matter for each church, but that the state should make no distinction in the matter of a civil ceremony.

Make it a great Saturday !

Tuesday, August 24

12,000 Words ?























Monday, August 23

Street Legal.

UPDATE:
I got the plates and annual sticker in the mail today.

Opportunity to Change Lives (no guns needed)

or, Seed Money Needed.

So call me a Christian at heart, but those of you who perhaps don't share my own values, try this one on for its strategic value?

Weeks ago, we learned of a massive flood in Pakistan. It doesn't take much surely -- only 5 years post-Katrina -- for our nation to have empathy for the people there. Old young mothers brothers -- nothing quite brings people out of their own human squabbles and group bickering than when we have to band together to fight the forces of nature.

Now -- some say the war in Afghanistan is futile, as the fighters there have spilled over into Pakistan. And Yemen. So we can either declare war on Pakistan, which we're pretty much doing now via targeted drone strikes as I understand it, and expect the mixed results that come when you inadvertently target civilians and end up turning more of the population against America and our heartless technology.

Or... we can lead by example. Something about a little light shining on a hill that all others in the world will want to emulate.

So how about we show a little heart?

We're hurting here financially, some of us maybe, but remember that little Biblical woman who gave the last of her coinage to help those in more dire straits than she?

Why not mobilize a show of charity for Pakistan -- put aside our religious differences and instead open our hearts and wallets like we did for Haiti? Let's get back to those Christian-Judeo roots that helped build the United States -- doing unto others as we'd have them do unto us.

America has Might, no one doubts that, though there are some out there calculating how long we can afford to pretend play at being the world's policeman. Do we have Right on our side anymore?

Strategically, no matter how much they tried to push the purple fingers and liberation for Iraq's women and girls, the Iraq and Afghanistan wars killed thousands of innocents. Pre-emptively. This wasn't a war of defense, nor was it a war of necessity.

We just knew better. Had to remove the badman Hussein. Shore up control of those oil fields. Promise a better life to the people over there, courtesy of the American taxpayers. No thanks; you've helped enough -- get out and leave us to determine our own future.

Surely a fund drive for Pakistan -- where we're giving to people and not taking anything in return -- might help them see Americans in a better light? And you never know how much a little light can throw to illuminate all that needs seeing in our shared and collective little human world...

Yes We Can.

Enough with the "Sensitive Victim " Leadership.

Kinsley to Krauthammer (and Estrich?): Grow up already.

Sensitivities Don't Override the Constitution
...
Constitutional rights are not requirements. We do not all have to carry guns just because the Second Amendment says we are allowed to. Just as we all have the right to build a mosque near Ground Zero, we also all have the right not to build one. We even have a First Amendment right to attempt to persuade other people to give up the exercise of some constitutional right.

Imam Rauf and his followers, however, are not likely to be persuaded by the argument that, even though they had no connection whatever to the events of 9/11, their very presence near Ground Zero is upsetting to the sensitivities of 9/11 survivors and families. It is like telling blacks or Jews that they have every right to move into the neighborhood, but wouldn't they really be happier in some other neighborhood, not too far away, where the neighbors' sensitivities won't be offended? And--as Charles mentioned in both columns and obviously feels is important--the governor will even help you find one. That's how badly people don't want you around.

No offense.

Sunday, August 22

It Ain't Me Babe. No, No, No ...

Just a thought, if this thing drags on another week:
At what point does the push-back against the "President Obama is by patriarchal heritage a Muslim" meme become offensively similar to the Kagan pushback spin?

"I am not a Muslim. I have never been a Muslim. Not that there's anything wrong with being a Muslim ... "

Let's not go down those roads. Let's just practice self control, stick to our original opinions -- not alter the game because of the cheap style of play of the "other side" -- and be brave understanding that poll numbers, like expert opinions, can be manipulated.

"Say for Pay"

Wait, did Susan Estrich just admit to not knowing exactly what it was she was talking about, while using her law professor expertise to opine on Fox News? Seems to me, that's what's getting us in all these pseudo-troubles:

Recently, I found myself on Fox News defending the "Ground Zero mosque" before I'd fully thought it through. Truth be told, when someone called to set up the "hit," I thought they were talking about another mosque project I'd heard about on the radio. So there I was, invoking the First Amendment, arguing that our enemy is terrorism, and that the only way we would ever win that fight is by gaining the support of the overwhelming majority of Muslims who are not our enemies and who we need to respect as friends. All true.

Then the mail started coming in. I don't need the latest Time poll to tell me that 60-plus percent of Americans are against the project. My e-mail told me that.

When I discussed it with my son later, he asked me whether I actually agreed with what I'd said on television...

"No kiddo, but somebody's got to pay the mortgage this month." (I kid.)

Now I do have a legit law degree, but I don't profess legal expertise Fox-level style. Still, as a child, I did stand roadside for the funeral cortege of Elijah Muhammad*, and I was pretty good at those connecting-the-dots puzzles too. So hear me out:

If you end up with black Muslims as neighbors, people, don't fret. Self control, strong values, a commitment to home and family -- generally, these play out in good ways when they become rooted in a multi-ethnic neighborhood. (I hate to use the word diverse -- that sounds too artificially created, too measured, too ... liberals-just-trying-too-hard to me.)

I couldn't help but connecting the dots, jumping from Estrich's Friday column --trying to explain why all these years later, we must remain overly sensitive to the concerns of some groups, even if paying heed to those sensitivities might mean blindly following poorly thought out policies that might be negatively affecting other groups -- to Bob Herbert's column Saturday.

Who benefits from making it appear that the poorly conceived "War on Terror" is now spun as some kind of "War on Islam"? Who loses? Why should Americans remain any more suspect of our Muslims than any other foreign group choosing to exercise their legitimate freedoms here?

Because they won't / don't assimilate? (see Europe.) Hogwash. See decades of Muslim Americans living here -- in America -- peacefully. Because they hold gender roles some don't agree with, and sometimes choose to educate their students at home, or in private settings? Well, if we can live with the Catholics ...

Seriously, what better argument for a more fair civil society -- as Judge Walker recently invoked -- so that those ethnic and immmigrant children who might not share all the traditional values are free to spread their wings and evolve as Americans? Isn't that what this country is all about, nevermind what the hired-gun expertise is today professing for pay?

When then-Senator Obama spoke at the nominating convention giving the keynote way back when **, he turned my head. Lifted my eyes up from whatever I was reading, to the tv screen. Didn't get my vote in 2008 as I judged his presidential candidacy premature, but he did turn my head with that one speech.

Can you imagine if he had come out the next day, and ... clarified it down?

Say what you will about Ronald Reagan and Bedtime with Bonzo, (and we did!), his acting days were well behind him when he took office. He might have used his talents to help sell some lousy ideas, but there never was the underlying suspicion that he was just mouthing the words -- reading the lines and you weren't sure if he meant what he was reading.

With this young president, why knows really?

Michelle, his wife, gave him the necessary solidity that pushed him over the edge, if you ask me. Her Chicago roots, the mega Christian church, the family ambiance that just can't be beat... if you voted for a fresh breath of air, surely you got that.

But now, we wonder. Why can't he say what he means, and stick to it, no matter what the Fox talking heads are paid to spin? I liken American voters' predicament to those Afghan peasants wondering if they should throw in their lot with the American-backed government and troops, or keep their heads down, understanding that it's best not to commit to someone whose track record shows no guarantee of security over time.

Again, Herbert has it right. Best to look within:
Education tells us in a new report that the on-time high school graduation rate for black males in 2008 was an abysmal 47 percent, and even worse in several major urban areas — for example, 28 percent in New York City.

The astronomical jobless rates for black men in inner-city neighborhoods are both mind-boggling and heartbreaking. There are many areas where virtually no one has a legitimate job.

More than 70 percent of black children are born to unwed mothers. And I’ve been hearing more and more lately from community leaders in poor areas that moms are absent for one reason or another and the children are being raised by a grandparent or some other relative — or they end up in foster care.

That the black community has not been mobilized en masse to turn this crisis around is a screaming shame.
...
Blacks in America have a long and proud history of overcoming hardship and injustice. It’s time to do it again.

*I went home for lunch that day, and waited until the crossing guard broke into the procession to let us cross Chicago Road (South Park Avenue) to return to school. He was a fallen man, of course, but what do you think happened to all the black leadership that buried him that day? Did they just disappear, like all that vanished BP oil spill crude? I think not.

**
Yet even as we speak, there are those who are preparing to divide us, the spin masters and negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of anything goes. Well, I say to them tonight, there's not a liberal America and a conservative America -- there's the United States of America. There's not a black America and white America and Latino America and Asian America; there's the United States of America. The pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats. But I've got news for them, too. We worship an awesome God in the Blue States, and we don't like federal agents poking around our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and have gay friends in the Red States. There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and patriots who supported it. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.


Fully rooted, mature plants you generally aren't disappointed to find compromised on the ground after the first good storm has passed through... Fwiw.

Saturday, August 21

Let the Day Begin...

Let the Day Begin...
Let the Day ... Start!

Remember this one?

Here's to the babies in a brand new world
Here's to the beauty of the stars
Here's to the travellers on the open road
Here's to the dreamers in the bars

Here's to the teachers in the crowded rooms
Here's to the workers in the fields
Here's to the preachers of the sacred words
Here's to the drivers at the wheel
...
Here's to the doctors and their healing work
Here's to the loved ones in their care
Here's to the strangers on the streets tonight
Here's to the lonely everywhere

Here's to the wisdom from the mouths of babes
Here's to the lions in the cage
Here's to the struggles of the silent war
Here's to the closing of the age.
...


RIP Michael Been -- last week -- of The Call.

"Came in 80 - 1 ... "

Email joke from this morning's inbox:
Sitting by the window of her convent, Sister Barbara opened a letter from home one evening.

Inside the letter was a $100 bill her parents had sent.

Sister Barbara smiled at the gesture. As she read the letter by the window, she noticed a shabbily dressed stranger leaning against the lamp post below.

Quickly, she wrote, "Don't despair. Sister Barbara," on a piece of paper, wrapped the $100 bill in it, got the man's attention and tossed it out the window to him. The stranger picked it up, and with a puzzled expression and a tip of his hat, went off down the street.

The next day, Sister Barbara was told that a man was at her door, insisting on seeing her.

She went down, and found the stranger waiting. Without a word, he handed her a huge wad of $100 bills.

"What's this?" she asked.

"That's the $8,000 you have coming Sister," he replied.

"Don't Despair paid 80-to-1."

Thursday, August 19

Thursday happenings.

I read in the local paper last night, the town's presumed quarterback this season got hurt in practice and is expected to be out at least half the season. Bummer. He's a good kid -- excellent leader. And a swimmer, of all things. Went to State the past two years.

In garden news, ("Mary Mary, quite contrary: how does that garden grow?" Comes with the name, trust me.):
I'm trying to keep up with the Romas. But cutting out the slightly pocked skin -- each tomato has one imperfection -- is slowing down the freezing process. Still, I'm thinking Chili Sundays this season with the fresh flavor no canned tomato can bring, and keeping at it. Other edibles: eggplant, celery, bok choi (or something in the family), more broccoli, fingerling potatoes (from the farmers market), and onions onions and more onions, after I dug up a plot and a half, fearing the excess moisture would soften them.

Debating whether to get a half-booth at the Miami BookFest. I've got fine things to sell -- old book collector in these parts, dontchaknow. (Monklike winters) -- but with the crowds, not sure if that's the venue, even if I drive down. It's not the time to get these up on the Internet either. You hate to undervalue quality...

ie:/Heroines of History. 1888. Miller Publishing, out of Chicago. Well written. Leather cover. Finely bound, a nice heft in the hand. Come to think of it, I was the only one in the room who appreciated WaterWorld for that love of paper, too.

Have a fine Friday, if we don't touch base before then...

Tuesday, August 17

Welcome to Mars...

It's open; all 'ours.

Don't mind the stares;
We've paid for these chairs.

and,
Keep up that Smile;
It Might be a While.



MEANWHILE,
Back in the Real World:

Who’s in charge here?

The truth is that we have no idea how the president really feels about the deadline he imposed for beginning a troop withdrawal. It always seemed peculiar to telegraph the start of a troop pullout while fighting (in this case, escalating) a war. And Mr. Obama has always been careful to ratchet up the ambiguity quotient by saying the start of any withdrawal would depend on conditions on the ground.

Anyone who has been paying attention knows that conditions on the ground right now are awful, so it looks as though we’re going to be there for a long, long while.

This is a terrible thing to contemplate because in addition to the human toll (nearly half of all the American troop deaths in Afghanistan have occurred since Mr. Obama took office), the war is a giant roadblock in the way of efforts to deal effectively with deteriorating economic and social conditions here in the United States.

Look around at the economy, the public school system, the federal budget deficits, the fiscal conditions plaguing America’s state and local governments. We are giving short shrift to all of these problems and more while pouring staggering amounts of money (the rate is now scores of billions of dollars a year) into a treacherous, unforgiving and hopelessly corrupt sinkhole in Afghanistan.

(I stand in awe of the heights of hypocrisy scaled by conservative politicians and strategists who demand that budget deficits be brought under control while cheering the escalation in Afghanistan and calling for ever more tax cuts here at home.)
I'm going to say, Bob, a lot of Americans are content to compromise away life. No leaders with roots ("I was for the mosque, before I was against it."). For me, not for thee. (My personal favorite.) No bang for the buck. (Work harder, pay more in, ... for less.) And here we are, throwing our lot in Afghanistan like the Soviets.

Oh well.
Back to Mars.

Monday, August 16

Thought for the Day.

Without Mondays' maundy tasks, who would know Saturdays' true worth?

So sing a song of Saturdays, sure...
but appreciate lowly Monday too.
She too sings in her own way,
with hearts in hands making hay.

Make it a great week, everyone !

Sunday, August 15

Seven Spanish Angels.

A little Ray and Willie for your Sunday afternoon pursuits .

C'mon Willie, help me with this thing...
There was thunder from the throne.
And Seven Spanish Angels took another angel home.


ADDED: Today's gospel reading reminds me of (Nora Barnacle Joyce) Molly's "yes" soliliquy at the end of Ulysses. Same story really.
"C'mon Willie ... help me with this thing... "

Saturday, August 14

Gentleman: Start your Engines...

I got the title to the new car in the mail from Madison today, with the promise of plates/sticker being mailed separately.



















...
















Just sayin ' .


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ADDED: Salsa Saturday here. I wish I were more skilled -- ... eventually ... -- and could make this stuff last through the winter.


Without burning myself on the steam.

Friday, August 13

Tull Respite.

We can't do Foghat Friday (too recent in the lineup) but how about a little Thick as a Brick --live, extended play-- this fine Friday?

Seems to be a bit of that going around lately...

My word's but a whisper...
Your deafness? A SHOUT
!

Humid days, rainy nights.

Weather Aside:
Did you ever wonder at what point in the 40 days and nights of rain Noah's scoffing neighbors and townspeople began to stop doubting and start wondering if G-d perhaps hadn't sent them a warning message of preparation too, and somehow they'd missed it themselves?

After another night of winds, lightning strikes, thunder booms and sirens, the empathy thing is kicking in here...

Not that I'm complaining:
I'm on about the 7th broccoli harvest with all this rain: snip the heads, days later after rain and sun, more fresh ones to harvest and eat, blanch and freeze. The Romas are coming in nicely, with just a few minor skin imperfections on the ones that were marred by the hail. With all the tomato varieties this year ripening at different times, I'm keeping up. And I just freeze -- not can.

I finally uprooted the yellow beans -- making it easier to collect what was left on their unstaked bushes. Most had no imperfections. My neighbor in the community garden -- former Mennonites from Barron -- had some beautiful purple pods from a special seed they grow. They took a hit from the hail, but there still was plenty. They try to eat all live foods -- no meat, nothing processed -- and the children's eyes, in the summer anyways, reflect their lifestyle choices.

What else? The pumpkins will be plentiful this October. Squash too -- which you can't beat with butter, and honey or brown sugar, cooking in it's own shell in the oven come autumn. Acorn squash especially. I've pulled a few cantelope off brown vines that separated from the main plants in that hailstorm. Not too sweet, but juicy, and did I mention how any fruit you take -- even in small quantities -- unsweetened and added to ice cream and milk makes the most delicious calcium treat?

A cantelope milkshake. Who knew?

That's all I've got to share here, this fair weather Friday. Hope your weekends, any extra summer work, are shaping up as well.

And nobody out there is losing any sleep having missed his calling as an ark builder...

Wednesday, August 11

"Be the Driver..."

I was never blessed with a big brother (2nd of 5 myself, with all the other standard sibling combinations), so perhaps I read a different message into Maureen Dowd's column today.

Anyway, on one shopping expedition, I had a big fight with a roommate, no doubt over whether to get canned or frozen corn, creamed or whole kernel.

We were at a supermarket in a blighted part of D.C. My roommate got furious, stormed off in her car and left me stranded. I called my brother Kevin to come get me. On the way back to school, he offered this advice: “Never pick a fight with the guy who’s driving.”

I took that to heart, literally and metaphorically. It has spared me plenty of problems since.

Speaking of being the driver, maybe it's best not to book airline tickets these days with all that attitude in the air. Besides, I like to experience the changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes more gradually myself.

Tuesday, August 10

They keep going...

...and going...

Explaining the Wide Range of Answers on When the Right to Same-Sex Marriage Was Created
Orin Kerr • August 9, 2010 10:56 pm

In an earlier reader poll, I asked readers who believe that the Constitution requires states to recognize same-sex marriage to indicate when the Constitution began to require it. The results were fascinating: Readers disagreed widely as to the answer, with responses spread pretty evenly among the different centuries and periods of U.S. constitutional history. What, if anything, does that suggest?

...and going...
A Question for Readers Who Think The Constitution Required States to Recognize Same-Sex Marriage Before 1900Orin Kerr • August 9, 2010 5:42 pm

This is a follow-up to my post below on the reader polls about attitudes toward same-sex marriage. In the fourth of the four polls, I asked readers who think that the Constitution requires states to recognize same-sex marriage to say when the Constitution began to require it. Slightly more than half the readers who answered that poll answered that the requirement began before the year 1900.


and going...
Interesting Similarity Between Two VC Reader Polls
Orin Kerr • August 9, 2010 9:54 pm

I had a sense of deja vu reading over the results of the VC reader poll on same-sex marriage. Here are the key results. First, as a matter of policy:


Favor same-sex marrriage: 61%
Oppose same-sex marriage: 33%
Don’t know: 6%

Second, as a matter of constitutional law:


Laws banning same-sex marriage are constitutional: 54%
Laws banning same-sex marriage are unconstitutional: 39%
Don’t know: 9%

So VC readers who responded and who have an opinion on the topic think that a law banning same-sex marriage is a bad idea by about 2–1, but a slight majority thinks such laws are constitutional.

That rough breakdown reminded me of another VC reader poll on another big constitutional question, albeit on a totally different issue. Back in January 2008, I asked readers about their policy and constitutional views about a hypothetical law permitting the death penalty for child rape(in light of a then-pending Supreme Court case, Kennedy v. Louisiana). To be clear, obviously I’m not suggesting that there is any connection between gay marriage and either the death penalty or child rape.

I don't know. I smell animosity in the water, myself.

ADDED: I wonder if Ross Douthat stoops so low to listen to common gossip circles. Like the one about Peter Orszag's families...
So if Anthony Kennedy follows Walker and finds that the traditional legal understanding of marriage is unconstitutional — and, by extension, that it’s irrational and bigoted to think otherwise — it’s just naive to say that this won’t have a ripple effect in the culture as a whole. The space for arguing for the distinctiveness of lifelong heterosexual monogamy will shrink, and the stigma attached to such arguments will grow. Old-fashioned beliefs about marriage will be regarded more and more like old-fashioned beliefs about race. And as with the stigma against racism, it will be difficult, if not impossible, to define where the legal regime ends and the cultural norm begins.

The cultural norms, they are a' changin'. For better or worse.

No fair to permit Peter, but rationally discriminate against Saul and Paul. (or Patty and Maddie; you get the idea.)

And I say that as a one-shot believer, but a realist, myself.

The River is Wide.

We're gonna rock it all night.
Slow ride. Take it easy...

Monday, August 9

Monday.

I know what I know.
I've seen what I've said.
We come and we go.
It's the thing that I keep in the back of my head...

Sunday, August 8

And so it begins...

President Obama Is a Bigot
Todd Zywicki • August 8, 2010 3:44 pm

because he opposes same-sex marriage. So are Joe Biden and Hillary Rodham Clinton. And millions of Californians of different races, sexes, and religious views. Nelson Lund puzzles over the logic of Judge Walker’s Proposition 8 ruling.


The primarily conservative and libertarian law professors blogging at Volokh are all quick to state how they're theoretically on board with the idea of equality and same-sex marriage... just not now, and not through the courts:

"Wait until there's a majority vote in each state. That will be seen as more legitimate and pleasing to the people." ... "Let the law be a popularity contest for the people: when the numbers are there, the laws can then follow." ... "It's just been a few years since Lawrence took the bold step of decriminalizing sodomy. How fast do you think the justice system works anyway?? Slow down the buses, and be grateful you're permitted to be an out, second-class legal citizen. It's not like we're going to throw you in jail anymore, or take away your children or anything. Just no easy legal recognition for your families without expensive private contracting, or access for your family to things like your earned Social Security benefits, insurance benefits, etc. Count your blessings already ingrate!"

Now we legal folk all understand that years of case law tells us marriage is a fundamental right -- it's not something written directly in the Constitution. And anyone who's read Judge Walker's straightforward reasoning can understand it's pure 14th Amendment, guaranteeing all citizens equal protection under the laws to such fundamental rights.

No discriminating on the basis of sexual orientation, or to make it easier -- gender or sex. (Two guys -- no. Two women -- no. One transexxual MtF and a biological male? OK? If so, it's sex discrimination really -- we just can't imagine that there are men and women couples in our country who can naturally complement each other in a longstanding family relationship, regardless of the traditional sex roles. Well some of us practicing in the legal world can see it anyway, the reality on the ground -- nobody ever claimed these professed intellectuals were cutting edge or lifestyle progressives even, despite the open-minded claims...)


When I read the post above on Volokh, mocking the president for listening to his more politically minded advisors, I wondered if when the chips are down, President Obama might find a bit of courage. Like Illinois Gov. George Ryan did, when politically he had nothing to lose after being caught up in political scandal, and declared a moratorium on the flawed death penalty processes in that state.

The men at Volokh want you to understand, fundamentally it's all about taming men into the marriage role, so they will be encouraged to indentify and stick around to raise their biological offspring**: without the vital institution reserved to "one man one woman", we might see more singles raising their sons alone, with no help from the biological father. Except ... did the traditional papa's at Volokh forget ... who raised this man that became our president? It might have taken a village, or extended family at least, but the boy came out just fine, even without that biological linkage.

Law professors are sheltered from American realities in many ways: no doubt they have colleagues with adopted children, but still they cling to their out-dated reasoning. And I suspect they don't much "see" all the children currently being raised by same-sex couples.

It reminds me a bit of Ireland, before divorce was legalized. Do you think that before, when marrried relationships fizzled and died, that the law kept people together, taming them to live up to their promises? Nope. People moved on, and formed other relationships. They couldn't divorce, but they could procreate, and they did. (It's only natural.) These "second families" were there, just not recognized under the laws. And can you imagine what a pickle that led to -- the laws stating how things should be..., and then reality with the situations, the families and children, there just not recognized. Legally invisible.

That's what forced the change in Ireland's law. Reality. The reality in America today is ... if you truly care about society's children, not just biological offspring, and you care about securing their futures, letting them receive financial benefits should one of their providers pass, then you legalize these gay relationships too. You open up, for fairness sake, the health insurance pools and the availability of federal benefits such as Social Security survivors' rights.

Just like the minority "divorced" families of Ireland were always there -- whether legally recognized or not -- plenty of American gays aren't waiting for the laws to catch up to the status of their relationships. If you're an honest legal practioner with your eyes open, you know this already. If you're honestly wanting to "tame" relationships -- secure them for the good of the children, as the argument goes -- you acknowledge that gays aren't going away, and leaving their families in legal limbo (those without the financial resources to contract privately) doesn't help the country one bit.

Especially now as we're going to a mandatory health insurance game, and we're counting more and more on individuals and their families to provide for themselves in childrearing and retirement, as we begin to talk about curtailing entitlements out of recognition of our collective financial reality as a country.

I'm reminded of that letter (see post below) in the Magnificent Ambersons, where Eugene is trying unsuccessfully to convince his lifelong love Isabel to put herself before her grown son's needs: "~ Dearest One. Yesterday, I thought the time had come when I could ask you to marry me and you were dear enough to tell me, 'Sometime it might come to that.' Now, we are faced, not with slander, not with our own fear of it, because we haven't any, but someone else's fear of it, your son's. Oh dearest woman in the world, I know what your son is to you and it frightens me. Let me explain a little. I don't think he'll change. At twenty-one or twenty-two, so many things appear solid, permanent, and terrible, which forty sees as nothing but disappearing miasma. Forty can't tell twenty about this. Twenty can find out only by getting to be forty. And so we come to this, dear. Will you live your life your way, or George's way? Dear, it breaks my heart for you, but what you have to oppose now is your own selfless and perfect motherhood. Are you strong enough, Isabel? Can you make a fight? I promise you that if you will take heart for it, you will find so quickly that it's all amounted to nothing. You shall have happiness and only happiness. I'm saying too much for wisdom, I fear. And oh my dear, won't you be strong? Such a little short strength it would need. Don't strike my life down twice, dear. This time I've not deserved it. ~Eugene."

That makes me hold out hope for President Obama. "Can you make a fight?... Won't you be strong? Such a little short strength it would need..."

He came out against Proposition 8 when it was still in the voting stages. Will he let the fellas at Volokh box him him as a bigot? Or will he use that voice -- such a little short strength it would need -- take measure, and realize he has little to lose in recognizing reality, and acknowledging the truthfulness of Judge Walker's words.

These issues are interconnected, as is the superiority attitude that leaves one class of citizens protected equally by the laws, while others are out in the cold until the majority supposedly votes to recognize their comparable rights.
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** Jonathon Adler:
In his op-ed, Professor Lund writes:

Only unions between men and women are capable of producing offspring, and every civilization has recognized that responsible procreation is critical to its survival. After the desire for self-preservation, sexual passion is probably the most powerful drive in human nature. Heterosexual intercourse naturally produces children, sometimes unintentionally and only after nine months.

Without marriage, men often would be uncertain about paternity or indifferent to it. If left unchecked, many men would have little incentive to invest in the rearing of their offspring, and the ensuing irresponsibility would have made the development of civilization impossible.

The fundamental purpose of marriage is to encourage biological parents, especially fathers, to take responsibility for their children. Because this institution responds to a phenomenon uniquely created by heterosexual intercourse, the meaning of marriage has always been inseparable from the problem it addresses.

Homosexual relationships (and lots of others as well), have nothing to do with the purpose of marriage, which is why marriage does not extend to them. Constitutional doctrine requires only one conceivable rational reason for a law, and the traditional definition of marriage easily meets that test.

Can you identify where in the opinion Judge Walker demonstrates, with legal reasoning, that this is not a conceivable rational reason for a state law that recognizes heterosexual marriage but not same-sex marriage?


Now Professor Adler has noted on his blog he has two daughters himself. I wonder, without his marital benefits, would he abandon them? Is that the only thing keeping the biological family together here, and if same-sex couples indeed were able to legally marry and take responsibility for their own, would Adler's marriage and relationship with his own (presumably biological) girls be cheapened or in any way affected? Cuz that's his argument for excluding gay couples from marrying, in theoretical terms.

Nevermind that outside those law prof circles, the marital bond isn't doing much these days to tie those biological fathers who don't want to be there to their biological children, despite all the inherent social and financial benefits that accrue over time.

The Magnificent Ambersons.

Some quotations from the film, which drew straight from Booth Tarkington's book, except for the mangled ending:

The magnificence of the Ambersons began in 1873. Their splendor lasted throughout all the years that saw their midland town spread and darken into a city. In that town, in those days, all the women who wore silk or velvet knew all the other women who wore silk or velvet, and everybody knew everybody else's family horse and carriage. The only public conveyance was the streetcar. A lady could whistle to it from an upstairs window, and the car would halt at once and wait for her, while she shut the window, put on her hat and coat, went downstairs, found an umbrella, told the girl what to have for dinner, and came forth from the house. Too slow for us nowadays, because the faster we're carried, the less time we have to spare. During the earlier years of this period, while bangs and bustles were having their way with women, there were seen men of all ages to whom a hat meant only that rigid, tall silk thing known to impudence as a stovepipe. But the long contagion of the derby had arrived. One season the crown of this hat would be a bucket; the next it would be a spoon. Every house still kept its bootjack, but high-top boots gave way to shoes and congress gaiters, and these were played through fashions that shaped them now with toes like box ends, and now with toes like the prows of racing shells. Trousers with a crease were considered plebian; the crease proved that the garment had lain upon a shelf and hence was ready-made. With evening dress, a gentleman wore a tan overcoat, so short that his black coattails hung visible five inches below the overcoat. But after a season or two, he lengthened his overcoat till it touched his heels. And he passed out of his tight trousers into trousers like great bags. In those days, they had time for everything. Time for sleigh rides, and balls, and assemblies, and cotillions, and open house on New Year's, and all-day picnics in the woods, and even that prettiest of all vanished customs: the serenade. Of a summer night, young men would bring an orchestra under a pretty girl's window, and flute, harp, fiddle, cello, cornet, bass viol, would presently release their melodies to the dulcet stars. Against so home-spun a background, the magnificence of the Ambersons was as conspicuous as a brass band at a funeral.

***

Eugene: I'm not sure George is wrong about automobiles. With all their speed forward they may be a step backward in civilization. May be that they won't add to the beauty of the world or the life of the men's souls, I'm not sure. But automobiles have come and almost all outwards things will be different because of what they bring. They're going to alter war and they're going to alter peace. And I think men's minds are going to be changed in subtle ways because of automobiles. And it may be that George is right. May be that in 10 to 20 years from now that if we can see the inward change in men by that time, I shouldn't be able to defend the gasoline engine but agree with George - that automobiles had no business to be invented.

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~ Dearest One. Yesterday, I thought the time had come when I could ask you to marry me and you were dear enough to tell me, 'Sometime it might come to that.' Now, we are faced, not with slander, not with our own fear of it, because we haven't any, but someone else's fear of it, your son's. Oh dearest woman in the world, I know what your son is to you and it frightens me. Let me explain a little. I don't think he'll change. At twenty-one or twenty-two, so many things appear solid, permanent, and terrible, which forty sees as nothing but disappearing miasma. Forty can't tell twenty about this. Twenty can find out only by getting to be forty. And so we come to this, dear. Will you live your life your way, or George's way? Dear, it breaks my heart for you, but what you have to oppose now is your own selfless and perfect motherhood. Are you strong enough, Isabel? Can you make a fight? I promise you that if you will take heart for it, you will find so quickly that it's all amounted to nothing. You shall have happiness and only happiness. I'm saying too much for wisdom, I fear. And oh my dear, won't you be strong? Such a little short strength it would need. Don't strike my life down twice, dear. This time I've not deserved it. ~Eugene

Jack: Eighteen years have passed, but have they?...By gosh, old times certainly are starting all over again.
Eugene: Old times. Not a bit. There aren't any old times. When times are gone, they're not old, they're dead. There aren't any times but new times.

Hillary, we hardly knew ye.

Makes you wonder how historical -- precedent setting even -- it would have been having a former president as First Spouse now, serving as familial support in the White House...

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Where’s the first lady when the president needs him? Going her own way.

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I think Bill could handle toast, no? (And what is French toast really, but fried egg bread?? Oh, he'd be a natural.)

Saturday, August 7

Saturday work.

It's never glamorous. Sometimes you're the only one who sees what the day's work results in. Still, if you do it right, a good effort Saturday sets up Sundays nicely, and makes up for Friday's fun.

Friday, August 6

Swimming holes ... Movie stars.

Ok, there were no movie stars. But the waters of my favorite Wisconsin swimming hole -- the bottom of the Apple River in Somerset, tubing the rapids -- are running fast and fresh.

And like with friction, in nature, you just can't beat the 3 F's. It's like a royal flush, hillbilly river rat style.

Thursday, August 5

"Solely"

Define.

;-)

Ball ... Court ... Yours.

But why waste police time on silly matters? If you put up a blog with open comments, have the courage not to run scared when people actually do.

You know. Comment. Openly.

Silly professors ... Tricks are for kids !

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If you could see tomorrow...
(It's happenin'.)
The way it looks to us, today...
You'd say, "INcredible!"
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Someday they'll have it up on YOuTube.

Poem for a Thursday.

DEMOCRACY, Langston Hughes

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.

No purple finger waving needed. Judge Walker swung for the fences ... and connected. It will be fun to see the moneyballers, confident that a "safer" legal strategy would have yielded a more politically profitable result in time, try to talk their way out of this one...

Them's some mighty fine facts. And the ... other side (it's all adversarial in the legal world, you see) is going to look "foolisher and foolisher" if they continue to argue out loud the horrible scariness that permitting same-sex couples equal marital rights in today's American society, indeed endangers otherwise secure heterosexual marraiges.

There's simply too many happily childless heterosexual couples marrying without procreation in the bedroom as a goal, and too many heterosexual marraiges that indeed continue to fail every year -- no fault from either party --, and for sure, no need to blame secure homosexual marraiges for doing them in...

That's not a prediction either. That's a measurable fact.

Wednesday, August 4

"You Can't Do That ... "

*Clap* *Clap* ... *Clap* *Clap* *Clap*
It's a traditional hockey chant, when an opposing player commits a foul and is escorted to the penalty box.

A US federal judge has reportedly overturned California's ban on same-sex marriage, the latest twist in a legal saga which could have nationwide implications for the divisive social issue.

US media are reporting that, in a written opinion, Judge Vaughn Walker found in favor of rights activists who argued that a November 2008 referendum which barred gays and lesbians from tying the knot was discriminatory and therefore violated the US Constitution.

Since when in America do we hold a majority vote on other people's civil rights?

Leave 'em Laughing.

Maureen Dowd and a young whippersnapper discuss moneyballing at the movies, and the subsequent performance decline.

Tuesday, August 3

Best Snark of the Weekend.

I love the impromptu, thinking-on-your-feet style of discourse taking place during the Jobless Recovery Roundtable on This Week with Christiane Amanpour:

George Will:
Now: Rangel has a weak position ... a weak case, but a strong position. His strong position is the President and everyone wants this thing over with so the Democrats won't be tarred with this, and therefore, he can hold out for some minor reprimand -- indeed a reprimand, technically -- just to liquidate this and get out of here."

Paul Krugman:
"In a way, he's sort of the Hamid Karzai of the U.S. Congress."

Zing! (went the strings of my heart).

It's the interconnectedness of all these issues that we'll be having more and more fun with in the coming years, I think. The wars, the stagnating economy, the tendency for corruption to grow as Government grows, the growing income gap between those supporting the State programs, and those being supported by the State.


"... the Hamid Karzai of the U.S. Congress."

Heh. Keep 'em coming. Intelligent humor is at such a premium in these non-thinking days...

Depends on the 24-year-old...

David Brooks writes today about the sheltered children of the middle class, and makes some one-size-fits-all conclusions.

Life isn’t a project to be completed; it is an unknowable landscape to be explored. A 24-year-old can’t sit down and define the purpose of life in the manner of a school exercise because she is not yet deep enough into the landscape to know herself or her purpose. That young person — or any person — can’t see into the future to know what wars, loves, diseases and chances may loom. She may know concepts, like parenthood or old age, but she doesn’t really understand their meanings until she is engaged in them.

But... just as in the healthcare debate, while some of these students until 26 are carried on mom and pop's healthplan, we seem to forget there are plenty under that age independently carrying responsibilities of their own, and even beginning their own young families too.

The only way to force these one-size-fits-all prescriptions on everyone -- taking choices from our young people to financially benefit the Boomers like Brooks -- is to condescend.

"...she doesn't really understand their meanings" at 24, because natch -- she's just weaning herself off Daddy's pocketbooks and with only 2 years left under the covered family plan. Egads!

Bob Herbert, meanwhile, today writes of a different reality. Something tells me the clueless 24-year-olds Brooks is writing about have little in common with Hebert's fighting men and women.

Pity Brooks is so sheltered in suburbia: playing Mr. Mom, driving the kids to their games, and encouraging their organized sports careers with baseball camp for 12-year-olds in Orlando... that he's missing out on the maturity.

How can you write an omniscient column like that, without accounting for all the size differences out here? How do you know the dreams being dreamed; the goals being sought; the sacrifices being made to better oneself, and also, one's country? How can you write about America's young people, when really you're only talking about you and your own? Don't brag of your own short-sightedness and the immaturity of protected youth in your own circles, and then conclude that everyone else's family suffers the same fate. Plenty of us know our purpose well before 24; plenty of us kept our eyes open to the doings of the world around us, and developed independent reading and critical thinking skills, so we don't have to just swallow what the Brooks-knows-best Daddy's of the world are serving up as expertise today.

Call it diversity or different backgrounds or whatever, but Herbert gets it -- the big picture, the interconnectedness, the choices our self-proclaimed wise men like Brooks are making on behalf of future decisionmakers -- the no-nothing 24-year-olds of today.

If only the rest of us would just buy into this master plan, and accept men like Brooks know better and only want the best for us, of course, and our shared world.

Here's Herbert's more grounded take on the growing divide between our young people today:
July was the deadliest month yet for American troops in Afghanistan. Sixty-six were killed, which was six more than the number who died in the previous most deadly month, June. The nation is paying little or no attention to those deaths, which is shameful. The president goes to fund-raisers and yuks it up on “The View.” For most ordinary Americans, the war is nothing more than an afterthought.

We’re getting the worst of all worlds in Afghanistan: We’re not winning, and we’re not cutting our tragic losses. Most Americans don’t care because they’re not feeling any of the tragic losses. A tiny, tiny portion of the population is doing the fighting, and those troops are sent into the war zone for tour after tour, as if they’re attached to a nightmarish yo-yo.

Some kind of shared sacrifice is in order, but neither Mr. Bush nor Mr. Obama called on Americans to make any real sacrifices in connection with either of these wars. The way to fight a war is to mobilize the country — not just the combat troops — behind an integrated wartime effort. To do that, leaders have to persuade the public that the war is worth fighting, and worth paying for.

What we have in Afghanistan is a war that most Americans believe is not worth fighting — and certainly not worth raising taxes to pay for. President Obama has not made a compelling case for the war and has set a deadline for the start of withdrawal that seems curiously close to the anticipated start of his 2012 campaign for a second term.

It’s time to bring the curtain down for good on these tragic, farcical wars. The fantasy of democracy blossoming at the point of a gun in Iraq and spreading blithely throughout the Middle East has been obliterated. And it’s hard to believe that anyone buys the notion that the U.S. can install a successful society in the medieval madness of Afghanistan.

For those who haven’t noticed, we have a nation that needs rebuilding here at home. Maybe we could muster some shared sacrifice on that front.

Amen.

Monday, August 2

"I'll Take You Home Again..."

RIP Mitch Miller, who paved the way for so many of us sing-alongsters. I was a lucky kid; my mother had an album or two.

“What pleased me the most,” he said in an interview with The Times in 1981, “was a fellow who came up to me after a concert in Chicago and said, ‘You know, there’s nobody in this whole country who hasn’t been touched by your music in some way.’

“That really made me feel good.”

Monday Morning Snark.

It's out of character for me. Really.

But what recent father-daughter photo makes you think of this earlier team?

Tape Delay.

"August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied."
~ Joseph Wood Krutch

One Thing We Got.

"I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease ... observing a spear of summer grass
."
~ Walt Whitman