Letters to the Editor
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Poor Gonzo - worse off than Yoo
The reason UC-Berkley Law School should give the ax to Professor Yoo has nothing to do with academic freedom. It is because the legal opinions he has rendered are indicative of a profoundly incompetent lawyer who I would not even retain to bail my dog out of the pound.
Too lazy to get the links, but did y'all see the report that Alberto has had zero offers from law firms, and his only income is speechifying? This is virtually unheard of for a former AG or his immediate subordinates. Law firms and law schools are usually crawling all over them once they leave public service.
Robert Bork states it is simply that Gonzo is taking time to consider his options. Uh-huh. The law firms Gonzo has approached ain't having none of him.
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pow wow
thanks for the link to Anderson's letter. We need to explore every avenue to protest this and raise awareness.
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@ pow wow
Done.
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Kitt claims to love power
Yes, as soon as a Democrat becomes President, and the House and Senate increase their Democratic majorities, many of the regulars who have been commenting here on Glenn Greenwald's board will become indistinguishable from the present commentors like Elephantman, Shooter and Nasalblather. We'll be rooting for Obama to 'Win in Iraq'. Yessiree! Many of us here are just evil, just as bucky1 says we are. Only bucky1, and a very few others here, can claim angelic moral purity.
-- Kitt
Glad to see you admit it; even though you are just doing a diversion from the point of impeachment and the message it would send. Children often try diversions.
I am sure that Obama wins, and wins big. At that time we will start a slow withdrawal from Iraq I hope, but he will find some country to invade; and I will be watching here to see who defends these "humanitarian" and "necessary" actions.
Kitt thinks that being a Democrat is all it takes to be "an angel" but I think that the people are far better served to never trust any of the bastards to follow the law without the nation willing to impeach. Or, perhaps an old Reagan slogan from the cold war, "trust, but verify."
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@horsehunter
My terminal crash was on an 18 warm blood cross.
I don't know what that means. But then again, a friend that's an adventure racer uses terms I don't know either. I'm embarassed that I had to ask her what "hitting the wall" meant. D'oh.
I started riding Tennessee walkers, followed by riding Hunt seat...though I don't say that, I just say I rode English, and that I jumped. My mother used to exercise race horses where she grew up in Maryland as a teenager. I bring up my mother so that up so you won't think the choice is too elitist (g).
Now, the whole family has switched to riding Western trail horses. I don't own horses, but my little sister & her husband have 3 quarter horses and a couple of paints.
The only time I ride now is when I'm visiting her or as a favor to a friend that sometimes trains horses. I've been the guinea pig for horses that are "problems" and she wants to see how they'll react to a new rider, me. Someone that won't freak if thrown. I'm no expert, she is, she's amazing. I'm just okay/decent and unafraid to look stupid and/or land on my butt.
BTW, working with your hands is honorable in my book. My coworkers (not a liberal in the bunch) think real jobs involve real estate sales, mortgage deals, investment schemes, etc. That problem isn't confined to liberals vs. conservatives either.
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Which is worse - ordering torture from the WH or having sex in it?
So much for "restoring" dignity and honor to the White House.
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@cheesemonkey
Which is worse - ordering torture from the WH or having sex in it?
I think it's obvious, no matter what is done, it's okay if you're a Republican.
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Chickens, minis and shires
Oh, you all are getting me started:
I also had chickens - started with unwanted roosters, including one who was a lovely sweet-tempered Polish cross - his comb was in the shape of bright red horns, and he slept on a maple branch over the farm drive, where he could surveil his kingdom and protect his girls - feathered and otherwise. I helped more than one chirper out of the shell and into the world, and the horses, goats, ducks and buns all seemed to get along just fine with the occasional wandering possum who would eat with the barn cats, hiss at me whilst I was leading horses past, but generally not be bothersome (I vaccinated four of them one night when they were pestering around the kitchen window bird feeder, and the senior and special needs rescued dogs wouldn't bother them enough to even have them play - well, you know - possum.)
I was a first level in perpetuity dressage rider, and I had to stop riding after one too many back injuries from a variety of causes - the last being during hauling feed sacks and baling too much hay in one day.
I had miniature horses, and I barn sat for neighbors' Shires. At one point, a miniature stallion was dispatched to visit there to tease their mares. It was quite the sight as the mini ruled, and the Amazonian mares were quite polite and deferential, all the while snickering behind his back as only horses can.
One of the rescued buns lived in the house and ruled over several large senior rescued dogs.
The predator/prey rules seemed to warp, and I think rescued animals have a very real sense of generosity and civility across species. If only we could learn....
One Easter morn, a guinea hen strutted up the farm drive and voluntarily joined the chicken flock.
The farrier used to love to come during egging time so that he could cackle along with the girls when they announced each morning's arrivals. He'd linger way too long enjoying watching the roosters chase the hens chase the rooster and then all settle in for dust baths in the sun with arabesque flourishes when things were just right.
The horses liked the chickens as they kept the bugs down and the parasite load minimized in the pasture, and the goats loved to rule the barn gossip, butting in between the horses, the chickens, the rabbits and the ducks.
When the Shires got out of their pasture, they strolled down to join my crew for a day of equine news catch up. There's nothing like washing dishes and having one of your horses peering in the window supervising, or having a goat sneak in the house among the dogs when called for supper and outed by an indignant rabbit awaiting dinner service at the cat chow bowl....
Each species had its own section of the garden, as well. Carrots, leaf lettuce and strawberries were very popular, as was the wild catnip and rye grass. The horses finished off the corn cobs, leaves and stalks, and I even got to harvest a tomato, squash and a few sugar snap peas now and then....
Yep, just a city slicker librul who lived in Carhartts and was known to do morning barn chores in a nightgown, barn jacket and muck boots (and leather chore gloves, of course).