Before I sign off for the holiday, I’d like to point out that I’m not the only one who thought the point about Bush not being the Commander in Chief of the country, which I made recently, was germane. Behold:

“Do I have the legal authority to do this?” Bush said at a White House news conference. “The answer is absolutely. . . . The legal authority is derived from the Constitution as well as the authorization of force by the United States Congress.”

In the 2001 congressional resolution Bush cited, that authorized the use of military force in response to the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks, calls for the president “to use all necessary and appropriate force against those nations, organizations or persons he determines planned, authorized, committed or aided the terrorist attacks.”

But Temple Law School Dean Robert Reinstein, former chief of general litigation at the Justice Department, said Bush’s arguments don’t hold water.

“Being commander-in-chief of the military doesn’t make him commander-in-chief of the nation,” Reinstein said, referring to a 1952 Supreme Court ruling that said President Truman did not have the right to seize steel mills during a strike that threatened production needed during the Korean War.

“The president is putting himself above the law by this argument that he is commander-in-chief,” Reinstein said. “We are not talking about operations of the military abroad. We are talking about a law that was designed to protect people’s civil liberties.”

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See, I’m not such a doofus after all. So there.

This pretty much speaks for itself. Except to say I think they finally caught the beastie behind Dick Cheney’s rhetoric.

The first draft of anything is shit.
~ Ernest Hemingway

A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
~ Thomas Mann

I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.
~ William Faulkner

 

 

This is good news. It means that the public is becoming more aware of the horrors of pet mills, and the global crime of animal cruelty. Celebrate: grab something fuzzy and give it a hug.

“Democracies don’t war, democracies are peaceful countries.”

~ President Bush, December 20, 2005

In all history there is no war which was not hatched by the governments, the governments alone, independent of the interests of the people, to whom war is always pernicious even when successful.

– Tolstoy

like Tasha, like when she
used to make this little snort
with her nose, sniffing
through the house.
I thought I heard just
that, from the hall. Maybe

I am not utterly alone.

I think it’s highly amusing that President Bush spoke today, defending his authorization of spying, without warrants, on American citizens. He says that his powers as president give him this authority.

I studied our Constitution in college and law school, and I’m unaware of this presidential power. Again, Bush is commander in chief of the military, not of civilian authorities. I’m not sure that he has the enumerated power to order eavesdropping on your cat.

I am familiar with something called the Fourth Amendment to that Constitution, which reads:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

I’ve heard the president say more than once in recent interviews that he is not a lawyer. I think that truth is self evident, but you’d think he’d talk to a few, before we went on TV and blandly, arrogantly, confessed to high crimes and misdemeanors.

John Spencer, who played Leo McGarry on The West Wing, has died.  What sad news.  As you all know, WW is my favorite show.  Leo is one of the best characters.  And that’s because Spencer made him totally believable to me.  

I can’t help but wonder what they’ll do on the show to write out his character.  Or maybe they’ll let it die with him.  Maybe that would be for the best.  Nothing lasts forever.  

A fine day in the news for civil libertarians and opponents of authoritarianism, such as myself.  

Major provisions of the nefarious Patriotic Act appears to be going down to defeat in the Senate, on the same day that the media breaks news of government spying on Americans, based on a secret Presidential order.  

The fourth amendment protects us from search without a warrant.  That’s the American way, folks.  The idea that the government can be trusted to spy on us without judicial oversight is absurd.  Of course, the attorney general is using fear language to object to the senate action, as expected.  Fascist.

The quote of the day on Google is:

The power of hiding ourselves from one another is mercifully given, for men are wild beasts, and would devour one another but for this protection.
  – Henry Ward Beecher

It all started yesterday afternoon. I decided to walk the family dog, Happy, through the park in my parents’ neighborhood. Before we left their house, I took this photo of Happy, with Christmas ribbon on her harness.

We went through the parking lot, heading for the pretty gum trees along the west edge of the park, and the soccer field beyond. Suddenly, Happy grabbed something off the ground and started eating it. I tried to stop her, grabbed her mouth, pulling at the stuff and throwing it away. But she wouldn’t stop. Dogs are that way; if you try to stop them, they start chomping in earnest.

I managed to get most of it away from her, but not all. It smelled like chicken. We kept walking on, but I had wedged one finger in her mouth during our little struggle, and soon I looked down and saw I was bleeding. She didn’t bite me exactly, she just kept chewing.

I got some tissue from the park restroom, stopped the bleeding, and headed for home. Figured disinfectant was a good idea. And it’s only a five minute walk, but by the time we got back, Happy was acting sick. She threw up, but just a little liquid. We were off to the vet. I thought what she ate was probably rancid, dangerous.

At the vets, they looked down her throat. Didn’t see anything. We went back in an hour for a more thorough exam. They took x-rays, and we went home. She seemed better. But Happy had a bad night; sleepless, uncomfortable. This morning she threw up again, became weak and seemed in discomfort. This time I had to leave her at the vets, for more tests, medicine, etc.

They called in the early afternoon, to say that the radiologist saw a chicken bone on the x-rays, and Happy needed emergency endoscopy. So I took her to a hospital in Santa Barbara, where an internist removed a relatively huge chunk of bone from her esophagus, near her heart. It was wedged in tight, and they had trouble removing it. But the damn thing’s out now. Happy will be alright. Her esophagus isn’t seriously damaged, thank God. Should be back to her usually happy self in a few days, with rest and meds.

All of this is by way of saying Thanks a Lot to the insegrievious asshat who left chicken on the ground in a public park, where it got mixed with dirt and leaves and almost killed my little friend. And Be Careful to all of you pet lovers out there. Enough said.

Want to see the bone? Here’s a link.

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By the way, according to Blogger’s counter, which I think is way behind, this is officially my 1000th post on this blog. Yay for me! Send presents!

These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.

-Gilbert Highet, writer (1906-1978)