So after two days of questioning, not a bowl of black bean soup to be found, and an afternoon visit to the only being in DC more famous than me, and it all appears over but the shouting.
See you all tomorrow morning. I'm off to dinner. Feasting on the compliments of Republicans all day has still left me hungry. I can't imagine that Durbin and Schumer are going to ask me in their next 15 minutes anything that they couldn't come up with during their first 50.
Thanks Senator Specter, for spending twenty minutes on a question no one in their right mind cares about, televisions in the Supreme Court.
So no one told me where I could get black bean soup, so I had to make do with steak. It was pretty good, but back in my AUSA days we used to tell the womenfolk we were working late, drive into the city, and put back a porterhouse here, and the fact that they have tablecloths in DC doesn't mean that I think it's better down here.
So just as people can interpret art to their own fancy, people can interpret today's word.
I am going to sleep confident, relaxed, and ready for anything the pair of nitwits at left have ready for me.
So low and behold, just days before I get to appear before such fashon plates as Harry Reid and Chuck Schumer, the "Alliance for Justice" has put out a news release that I would like to "drive the Supreme Court sharply to the right."
If the nominee is not qualified, talk about qualifications. If he is wrong on the law, talk about the law. If he is qualified and right on the law, make fun of his clothes.
Everyone please stop complaining thhat I have not been posting often enough. I have gone home for Christmas (not the holidays) and am spending time with my family, including my son, who even Wonkette thinks is hot.
So an activist law center has claimed that I "restrict Congress's power" and therefore am not supportive of people with disabilities. As a result, another pack of rabble rousers has joined the noisy ranks of people who are desperately trying to make anyone care about my nomination one way or the other.
Since I only read the Daily News, I just today was reminded of the memo uncovered last week in which I argued that the police were justified in killing an unarmed, fleeing, fifteen-year-old boy.
Now that I'm a famous person, my wife says she needs to take up the latest ladies exercise fad, gyrotonic. As an old-school traditionalist, I can't understand why carrying the groceries in from the car can't be enough exercise for that woman.
I think my daughter has put her up to it. According to her, "Pilates is totally passee."
So another chunk of my $2.12 million is going to have to be wasted on this. Makes me wish I'd given her permission to have that abortion.
These folks have gotten it into their head that "my" America is "Not Our America." So I guess they want me to leave. I am going to be big-hearted and let them know that I will let almost anyone live in "my" America, so long as they keep their wine glasses on coasters.
In any event, you can go check them out if you want to see middling animation that will convince plenty of undergraduates that I am the Devil Incarnate.
Unlike some Supreme Court Justices, I am hereby not out to Steal Christmas. Even the evildoers at the New York Times admit that I support wrapping your schools and courthouses in Wreaths, Creches, and Crosses more than your average judge.
Despite allegations that my confirmation hearings won't be held for a week, the people at Oyez (the "Supreme Court Multimedia Site") have already created my page.
He cited a 1947 order issued by President Truman that gave the government broad power to check on the loyalty of its employees and to root out communists and subversives. "The plain language of that order clearly states that all federal employees fall within its ambit," Alito wrote.
I know that criminal trials, like state courts, are vaguely icky, but I still can't get over the fact that some no-name judge (Rizgar Mohammed Amin? he wasn't even on the short list) gets to preside in the Saddam Trial.
The boys in the briefing room told me that we have to take a few days off so that they can eat Turkey.
When your last name is Borden, try to avoid murdering your parents. It could make you the butt of jokes and bad poems.
So apparently, just because I have always ruled in favor of the government in any case involving detention, some of my many belligerent critics (and doesn't the name "Armando" sound vaguely foreign to anyone else?) think that I'll support the administration in its efforts to engage in "Waterboarding."
So some twerp at the Daily Princetonian has discovered that I joined a group which had hoped, among other things, to end coeducation at Princeton.
Well why would I want them there? When I was at Princeton, I was a nerd and girls didn't talk to me. So screw them.
Not only that, but coeducation caused Princeton to change the words to the Best College Song (eat your heart out Cole Porter):
Three cheers for Old Nassau my boys,
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Our sons shall give while they shall live,
Three cheers for Old Nassau.
Now it's "Our hearts" that are giving. Princeton can't build an endowment with our hearts, folks. They need the money from our sons. Plus even when they write about changing the lyrics, they never mention that we used to sing "my boys."
Couldn't they at least teach the controversy?
I discovered recently that on Oyez Baseball (where every Justice in history is linked to a baseball player) Sandy is paired with Jackie Robinson (Thurgood Marshall is Emmet Ashford, natch). The entry on O'Connor/Robinson reads:
Both O'Connor and Robinson broke down the barriers to big league stadiums. O'Connor was the first woman on the Court; Robinson was the first black player in the major leagues. The similarities end here. Robinson went on to star in the movie, "The Jackie Robinson Story." His life was celebrated in a Broadway musical, "The First." There is little likelihood that Justice O'Connor will star in the movies or be memorialized in musical theater.As a musical theatre fan, I disagree with this last bit, and as a potential justice, I'm looking for my shot.
What they are trying instead, it appears, is to call me a nerd. Apparently because I did my homework and obeyed my parents as a kid, I'm not enough of a rebel to be on the Supreme Court.
Well there are some pretty successful nerds in history. The kid at left, for example, who has a THIRD FOURTH movie about him coming out today. Yeah, I wasn't cool enough to be in an eating club at Princeton. But little do they know that I bickered Hogwarts.
Chuck Schumer on the floor of the senate: "Anyone who thinks that this nomination is a foregone conclusion is sadly mistaken." News for Chuck: the NOMINATION has already taken place. Say what you will about my CONFIRMATION, at least I'm nerd enough to speak the language properly.
Sam; I just want you too know my cousin is Peter Alvino..from West Caldwell, NJ
AG..but you chose to cover for a drunk scum bag cop and my Mom is taking care of his Dad Al Alvino since my aunt Angie passed away recently..Small world ain't it..TJ Colatrella Go have fun playing Judge...
{W}hile we may hope for the day when every criminal defendant receives that level of representation, that is more than the Sixth Amendment demands.
Now listen. Did you ever hear of the Napoleonic code, Stella?...Now just let me enlighten you on a point or two...Now we got here in the state of Louisiana what's known as the Napoleonic code. You see, now according to that, what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband also, and vice versa...It looks to me like you've been swindled, baby. And when you get swindled under Napoleonic code, I get swindled too and I don't like to get swindled...Where's the money if the place was sold?
-Stanley Kowalski, A Streetcar Named Desire
I will always rule in Marlon Brando's favor.
