George Will takes Dubya to the….
woodshed regarding Harriet Miers.
In addition, the president has forfeited his right to be trusted as a custodian of the Constitution. The forfeiture occurred March 27, 2002, when, in a private act betokening an uneasy conscience, he signed the McCain-Feingold law expanding government regulation of the timing, quantity and content of political speech. The day before the 2000 Iowa caucuses he was asked — to insure a considered response from him, he had been told in advance he would be asked — whether McCain-Feingold’s core purposes are unconstitutional. He unhesitatingly said, “I agree.” Asked if he thought presidents have a duty, pursuant to their oath to defend the Constitution, to make an independent judgment about the constitutionality of bills and to veto those he thinks unconstitutional, he briskly said, “I do.”
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October 5, 2005 10:57 am
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This is too funny not to post. It’s in the eyes.
I don’t post often, but like as not, it’s for stupid shit like the following:
“First, it is not important that she be confirmed. Second, it might be very important that she not be.”
In the first paragraph I’m already irritated. Couldn’t this have more simply been stated as “Don’t confirm Senator Palpatine, because he/she/it/that/::shivvvver:: will take over the universe.” See? Straightfoward and simple. Not remarking on the politics of the situation, but this twit writes like he’s trying to pass a Gordon Rule english class or something. “Hmmm, I’ve made a point, but it needs more words! Screw it, I’ll just make every point scoring sentence into two or three drawn out sentences. I love being the teacher’s pet!”
And forfeited? Bloody hell it sounds like we’re talking about a football game or something. The guy writes like a pompous ass and can’t come up with anything more than ‘forfeited’? Where’s the flare? Where’s the flamboyant turn of phrase?
“In addition, the president has shitcanned his right to be endowed as the supreme nuclear-powered custodian…(scratch that; custodian? Sounds like he’s mopping the floor at IHOP or something…Hmm, fancy M words…)…Messiah of the Constitution.”
If you’re gonna rant, then bloody well rant. Half measuring pansy. If he put half the amount of thought into his choice of words as he put into lengthening his friggin rant, I’d be a happy camper. I may be a lazy shit, but as well to put it in blunt language. So, this your lord of Welborn doth give unto you: Tolkien you are not, my friend. Meh. Speaking of which, I’m gonna go get a beer and play some pool to the soothing sounds of my peers bitching about their relationships.
I just have to say this before I leave though…My, but she is a hiddeous shew, is she not?
Well said, brother.
(That’s my baby boy.)
Ebola, ladies and gentlemen! That was terrific, man.
Ebola, ironic that you use a long rant to rant about a long rant. Don’t you have some memory cards to install or something?
8^P
Well, I, for one, happen to agree with every single one of George Will’s perfectly-well-chosen words in this column, and that’s hardly always the case.
He also can’t be blamed for the fact that the Post’s copy-editor apparently doesn’t know the difference between “insure” and “ensure,” one of my admittedly numerous all-time grammatical pet peeves. 😉