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Monday, September 4, 2006

Recent realization:

This year’s crop of freshmen are members of the Class of 2010.

*faints*

10:33 PM | 1 drop of oil

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

TVNewser, a MediaBistro blog, has tons of coverage of Katie Couric’s debut tonight on the CBS Evening News.

From that blog, here’s a link to an interview with composer James Horner, of “Titanic” and “A Beautiful Mind,” who’s written the new CBS Evening News theme that makes its debut with Katie tonight. It’s hard to write 10 seconds of music…

2:18 PM | 3 drops of oil

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

One of my all-time favorite film directors is Alfred Hitchcock. He flawlessly combines suspense, innovation and wit in an exhilarating mix. One of my life’s goals is to see all of his movies. I’ve crossed a couple more off my list lately - Lifeboat and Dial “M” for Murder. (Thanks, Netflix!)

I thought I’d come pretty far along in reaching my goal, but after looking at Hitchcock’s filmography, it turns out I’ve only seen about a third of the movies he directed - 17 out of 53. Of those I’ve seen, my favorite is definitely Rear Window - it’s just brilliant. Up there too are Vertigo, North by Northwest, and Rebecca, the latter for its pure creepiness factor.

At some point I want to read this massive biography of the man.

Here’s the list of full-length films he directed. The first nine are silent. The ones I’ve seen are in bold, although I’ve also seen snippets of a couple of others (such as The Birds).

Silent:
The Pleasure Garden (1925)
The Mountain Eagle (1927)
The Lodger (1927)
Downhill (1927)
Easy Virtue (1927)
The Ring (1927)
Champagne (1928)
The Farmer’s Wife (1928)
The Manxman (1929)

Talkies:
Blackmail (1929)
Juno and the Paycock (1930)
Murder! (1930)
The Skin Game (1931)
Number Seventeen (1932)
Rich and Strange (1932)
The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934)
Waltzes From Vienna (1934)
The 39 Steps (1935)
Sabotage (1936)
Secret Agent (1936)
Young and Innocent (1937)
The Lady Vanishes (1938)
Jamaica Inn (1939)
Foreign Correspondent (1940)
Rebecca (1940)
Mr. and Mrs. Smith (1941)
Suspicion (1941)
Saboteur (1942)
Shadow of a Doubt (1943)
Lifeboat (1944)
Spellbound (1945)
Notorious (1946)
The Paradine Case (1948)
Rope (1948)
Under Capricorn (1949)
Stage Fright (1950)
Strangers on a Train (1951)
I Confess (1953)
Dial “M” for Murder (1954)
Rear Window (1954)
To Catch a Thief (1955)
The Trouble with Harry (1955)
The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956)
The Wrong Man (1956)
Vertigo (1958)
North by Northwest (1959)
Psycho (1960)
The Birds (1963)
Marnie (1964)
Torn Curtain (1966)
Topaz (1969)
Frenzy (1972)
Family Plot (1976)

12:08 AM | 1 drop of oil

Karl Rove’s father was gay.

11:11 AM | oil me

Here’s an all-purpose answer to the New Yorker’s weekly cartoon caption contest. [via]

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Classic old-school episodes of “Sesame Street” are coming to DVD next month. My mom will tell you that “Sesame Street” was my lifeblood as a toddler (I watched it two or three times a day, whenever it was on), so I’m definitely going to have to ~~buy this~~ Netflix this.

I wonder if the DVDs will include the animated chicken sketch. When I was little, there was apparently this sketch on the show with an animated chicken crossing a road, and apparently the first time I saw it I started screaming and crying in terror. I don’t remember this, but my mom says it happened, so I want to see it, just so I can relive a childhood trauma. Who wouldn’t want to do that?

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Friday, September 8, 2006

If you go here and scroll down to “9/11 Video Galleries,” you can watch excerpts of NBC’s coverage of 9/11 as it originally unfolded. (Internet Explorer required - or, if you use Firefox, you can download the IE Tab extension.)

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Thank you, Thomas Friedman:

Bush-Cheney-Rumsfeld told us we are in the fight of our lives against a new Islamic fascism, and let’s have an unprecedented wartime tax cut and shrink our armed forces. They told us we are in the fight of our lives against a new Islamic fascism, but let’s send just enough troops to topple Saddam — and never control Iraq’s borders, its ammo dumps or its looters. They told us we are in the fight of our lives against a new Islamic fascism, but rather than bring Democrats and Republicans together in a national unity war coalition, let’s use the war as a wedge issue to embarrass Democrats, frighten voters and win elections. They told us we are in the fight of our lives against a new Islamic fascism — which is financed by our own oil purchases — but let’s not do one serious thing about ending our oil addiction.

Donald Rumsfeld demonizes war critics as “morally confused.” But it is the “moral confusion” at the heart of the Bush policy — a confusion between its important ends and insufficient means — that has hobbled us from the start. It truly, truly baffles me why a president who bet so much of his legacy on this project never gave it his best shot and tolerated so much incompetence. He summoned us to D-Day and gave us the moral equivalent of the invasion of Panama.

Amen. Perhaps we shouldn’t even be in Iraq at all anymore - but if we’re going to be there, we should at least do it right. This half-assed effort is getting us nowhere. Once again, the Bush administration is just plain incompetent.

(Update: If you want to read the entire column, click here:) (more…)

10:17 AM | 6 drops of oil

So, ABC is planning to air Part 2 of its now-infamous TV movie, “The Path to 9/11,” on Monday night, September 11, from 8 to 10 p.m. (Here’s background on the controversy surrounding the movie and its apparent anti-Clinton slant.)

But now it turns out that President Bush wants all the networks to give him live coverage for a speech from the Oval Office on Monday night at 9 p.m. Right in the middle of the scheduled movie time. (The talk will last 16-18 minutes and the White House says it “will not be political in nature.” Yeah, right.)

This could be a great opportunity for ABC to bow out and cancel the film entirely - shades of Charles Krauthammer and the Harriet Miers withdrawal.

12:17 PM | 2 drops of oil

Saturday, September 9, 2006

Here’s almost 30 minutes of “Daily Show” and “Colbert Report” gay jokes.

Whoever compiled this is… obsessive?

10:50 AM | oil me

Someone has a birthday today…

Unfortunately, we’re both sick this weekend, each of us hacking up a lung and/or sniffling/sneezing, so we’ll have to put off celebrating.

In the meantime, you can send Matt some birthday wishes.

10:59 AM | oil me

Sunday, September 10, 2006

For some reason, I find this piece about a road trip home to New York right after 9/11 very moving.

12:05 PM | 1 drop of oil

Monday, September 11, 2006

Two days ago I walked to the Jefferson Market branch of the New York Public Library, on Sixth Avenue and 10th Street, to return a book. The library is not too far from where we live, and I’d been there several times before. I’ve been to that intersection tons of times, of course. When I was at my last job, the PATH station I used every day was right near it, and I often cross that intersection on some errand or another.

I usually walk through that intersection blind to its significance. But on Saturday I suddenly remembered. That intersection, right in front of the library, is where I was on the morning of 9/11.

I sometimes feel like I’m the only person in the country who had no idea anything was happening that morning until after it had happened. I’d spent the night with a guy at his apartment on 10th Street just east of Sixth Avenue. At 9:59 a.m., as the first tower was falling, I was in his apartment, lying awake in his bed. At 10:28 a.m., as the second tower was falling, I was still in his bed - getting nookie. With no clue as to what was happening.

Shortly thereafter, I said goodbye to the guy and walked out of his apartment, down a few flights of stairs and out the door of the building onto the street. I planned to turn right onto Sixth Avenue, walk a block down to the PATH station at 9th Street and go home. It was about 10:45 in the morning.

In any transition, there’s a line that divides before from after. Even if the transition is gradual, you can zoom in on the boundary line and find some small detail, anything, that marks the first sign of change.

I remember the exact moment that morning when something strange entered my consciousness. It was something entirely mundane.

As I walked out onto 10th Street I noticed that traffic was backed up along the street.

I looked toward Sixth Avenue and saw that the light was green, but no vehicles were moving. Or at least they were moving very slowly. They were letting the traffic whoosh north along Sixth Avenue, even though the Sixth Avenue traffic didn’t have the light. The 10th Street traffic was giving the Sixth Avenue traffic the right of away.

The strange thing was that nobody was honking.

Now, this is New York City. If traffic is backed up for even a second, horns start honking rudely, incessantly.

But nobody was honking.

Hmm, that’s odd, I thought.

My memory gets fuzzy here. I remember walking toward Sixth Avenue. I remember seeing a car zooming up Sixth Avenue, maybe more than one, covered in white dust. I remember people standing in the street looking south. I remember going up to them and looking south as well. (Here’s an approximation of where I stood, via Google Earth.) I saw a ton of smoke where the towers were supposed to be. I asked two women what was happening, and I think they looked at me like I was stupid. They told me that the World Trade Center had collapsed, and that it had been done by the PLO. I remembered that Yitzhak Rabin and Yasser Arafat had shaken hands on the White House lawn in September 1993, and I wondered if today was the anniversary. (I was off by a couple of days.)

I remember crossing to the other side of Sixth Avenue right in front of the library. The scaffolding that is there now was there then. There was a payphone on the sidewalk; people were lined up to use it. A radio was broadcasting news from a van parked on the street.

From there the day continued. I’ve written about it here before in great detail.

Take this next statement for what little value it’s worth, because it’s not worth much - it’s just a personal observation: I’ve always felt kind of weird that I didn’t know about 9/11 until after it had happened. I feel like I’m the only person who didn’t actually see the towers collapse at the moment they collapsed - either in person, from a distance or on TV. I’m sure I’m not the only one, but sometimes I feel like I was. I feel like I missed some crucial part of that day because it didn’t happen gradually; to me, it happened all at once.

Anyway.

Today is five years later. Fifteen months ago, Matt and I moved up to the Village, and we live not too far from where I stood that day. It’s weird.

And so often I walk past that intersection and 9/11 never enters my mind. That’s weird, too.

But there are some moments when I remember.

This is the view south from our window, taken this morning.

And life goes on.

11:57 AM | oil me

Welcome, Slate readers.

8:00 PM | 4 drops of oil

Here’s a fascinating article about TV news coverage five years ago today.

The news came into Matt Lauer’s ear as he interviewed a Howard Hughes biographer on what felt like another slow news day in the summer of shark attacks and Chandra Levy.

“Go to commercial,” “Today” executive producer Jonathan Wald told him tersely. “Breaking news: A plane has hit the World Trade Center.”

I’ve felt the weight of 9/11 today more than I have on past 9/11 anniversaries. Maybe it’s because five is one of those milestone numbers; maybe it’s because this is the first 9/11 anniversary in three years to fall on a weekday; maybe it’s because I’m not currently working; maybe it’s because I’ve been watching so much original 9/11 news footage today. CNN.com has been showing CNN’s original 9/11 coverage today in real time, since 8:30 this morning, exactly as it unfolded, and it’s still on; MSNBC ran NBC’s original coverage this morning, also in real time, from 8:53 until noon.

This describes well the feeling you get while watching it - it’s like opening a time capsule. Now, five years later, we tend to view everything that happened as one event, but it’s something else to re-watch everything happening as it happened. I stepped away from the computer for a few hours today, and went I came back in the evening I turned on the original CNN coverage again, and now the “live” footage showed lower Manhattan getting dark as the sun went down, just as the sun was going down here in 2006. Eerie.

Newspapers are usually seen as the first draft of history, but five years ago, when the first newspapers *finally* came out, it had been nearly 24 hours since everything had happened. “Everything that happened” happened before 11 a.m., and there was still an entire day ahead to try and begin absorbing everything. When I finally read the first newspaper accounts the next morning, they seemed so long overdue.

I’m really looking forward to this day being over so I can get it out of my head again.

8:17 PM | 3 drops of oil

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

New Yorker 9/11/06 cover

How the September 11, 2006 cover of the New Yorker came to be. (Via Emdashes.) The September 11 New Yorker actually had two covers: the outer cover was white, with an image of a tightrope walker, obviously alluding to Philippe Petit; the next page was another cover, containing the same image of the tightrope walker but this time standing over the World Trade Center site.

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

A Pop Quiz for Constitution Day. Funny.

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Here is how a photograph can blur reality - in this case, a photo of people on the Brooklyn waterfront on 9/11.

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Thursday, September 14, 2006

Here’s a critique of Katie Couric’s word choices during her first week hosting the CBS Evening News. Targets: exclusive, unprecedented, needless to say, and telling you how the story is going to make you feel. None of these are limited to Katie Couric or the CBS Evening News, though.

My own TV news bugaboos are tragic, stunning, shocking and you won’t believe.

Really, it’s all so tragically stunning.

4:31 PM | 3 drops of oil

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Here’s an interesting article about the implications of sharing a bed with your loved one. And here’s the first chapter of a new book, Two in a Bed, mentioned in the article.

1:10 PM | 1 drop of oil

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

What’s wrong with this picture?

Boston is the first stop on Fox News Channel’s 10th anniversary “Thank You America” tour…. Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney presented Steve, E.D. and Brian with a proclamation declaring Sept. 19, 2006 Fox News Channel Day throughout the state.

Sure - whenever I think of Fox News Channel, Massachusetts is the first state that comes to mind. Isn’t that true for all of us?

How bizarre that the next Republican candidate for president could be a Massachusetts governor.

4:24 PM | 1 drop of oil

Braniff Airlines commercial from the 1960s (according to Gothamist). Great for so many reasons.

5:06 PM | oil me

The origins of the legal pad.

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Thursday, September 21, 2006

Here’s a boffo piece from the New York Review of Books: Joan Didion on Dick Cheney. It’s not actually a book review, and there doesn’t appear to be anything new here, but it’s a nice synthesis of pretty much everything bad about Cheney.

He runs an office so disinclined to communicate that it routinely refuses to disclose who works there, even for updates to the Federal Directory, which lists names and contact addresses for government officials. “We just don’t give out that kind of information,” an aide told one reporter. “It’s just not something we talk about.” When he visits his house in Jackson Hole and the local paper spots his plane and the anti-missile battery that accompanies him, the office until recently refused to confirm his presence: “In the past, they’ve been kind of weird,” the paper’s co-editor told The Washington Post in August. “They’d say, ‘His airplane’s here and the missile base is here, but we can’t tell you if he’s here.’”

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My favorite newspaper excerpt today comes from an article about an underhanded trick in the New Jersey Senate race between Bob Menendez, the Democrat, and Tom Kean, Jr., the Republican.

Kean’s Republican campaign spokesperson has apparently posed as a disgruntled Democrat and posted anti-Menendez comments on a Democratic blog. This was discovered after the computer used to make the comments was traced to Kean headquarters.

My favorite part of the article:

The Kean campaign’s technical adviser said that the Internet protocol, or I.P., address that linked the posts to the Kean headquarters was an old one, “from over a month ago.” But an e-mail message Ms. Hazelbaker sent to a reporter on Wednesday shares the same I.P. address.

D’oh. People are stupid.

12:21 PM | oil me

Monday, September 25, 2006

From the Boston Globe: a profile of John Hodgman. I love him.

5:07 PM | 1 drop of oil

We just got back from seeing the first preview of The Times They Are A-Changin’, the new Twyla Tharp/Bob Dylan project on Broadway. (Bob Dylan’s song catalog; Twyla Tharp’s choreography.)

Incomprehensible. Not awful - just incomprehensible. There’s basically no plot.

When I read earlier today that the show takes place in a circus, I knew this was going to be a weird one.

The dancing is very circus-influenced. There are several clowns. Circuses and clowns scare me. Not just clowns - circuses themselves. I must have some hidden childhood circus memory that subconsciously haunts me.

The dancers are excellent, I’ll say that. And at least Twyla Tharp is trying to be artistic. This isn’t just an attempt to make money off an artist’s musical catalog. So I can respect that. But it’s basically a bunch of Bob Dylan songs strung together for no reason. Matt and I kept glancing at each other with puzzled looks on our faces.

I don’t know what Ms. Tharp will do to fix the show before previews, if anything, and I have no idea what the critics are going to say.

But at least Michael Arden plays the lead, and he’s always a joy to watch and listen to.

10:12 PM | 2 drops of oil

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

The New York Times obituary editor answers readers’ questions. This is great timing for me, as I’ve just borrowed from the library The Dead Beat: Lost Souls, Lucky Stiffs and the Perverse Pleasures of Obituaries, by Marilyn Johnson. (I’m a bit of an obituary geek.)

A tidbit from the obituary editor’s responses: There are about 1,200 advance obituaries on file. The oldest advance obit on file is from 1982 - 1982! - and the subject is still alive. “The subject, it seems, has also refused to budge.” The writer of the obit is dead, though.

(The Times has run advance obits written by dead people before; the obit editor specifically mentions the obits of Bob Hope and James Van Allen, of Van Allen Belt fame.)

I wonder what my obituary will say.

5:03 PM | 1 drop of oil

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

David Ignatius writes in a terrific piece in the Washington Post:

This should be the Democrats’ moment, if they can translate the national anger over Iraq into a coherent strategy for that country. But with a few notable exceptions, the Democrats are mostly ducking the hard question of what to do next….

I wish Democrats (and Republicans, for that matter) were asking this question: How do we prevent Iraq from becoming a failed state? Many critics of the war would argue that the worst has already happened — Iraq has unraveled. Unfortunately, as bad as things are, they could get considerably worse.

I think a lot of people see the Iraq situation as a bad one, but not one that they’d actually like to fix. We probably need more troops there, not less, but we’re out of troops - yet most people would oppose a draft. We probably need to put more money into fixing Iraq, as long as it’s spent wisely - yet most people would probably oppose a tax increase to pay for it.

Most people see Iraq as a big nuisance, something bad that they see on TV, something to get angry about but not something that actually affects them. That’s true about many things in the news - stories create a negative emotional response, but it’s a distant response, blocked by the barrier of the TV screen, the computer screen, the newspaper. It’s not something that actually affects most of us in a concrete way, so we feel as bad about it as we feel about seeing a favorite TV character put in a bad position. We root for things to get better, but we don’t really have anything invested in it except our emotions.

I think that’s how most of us feel about Iraq. “Damn shame. It makes me so angry. Now what’s for dinner?”

11:05 AM | 1 drop of oil

From a comment on the blog Balkinization:

This is the fear that permeates the Democratic party — and everyone can smell it. You don’t win by being mealy-mouthed and afraid that Hannity and Rush are going to distort what you say. This is really my point: they are going to distort what they say and cudgel them with it no matter what they say or do. Therefore, stop trying to tailor what you say and do based on the fear that it will be distorted and used against you.

Amen! Amen! Ding ding ding ding ding.

Now if only most Democratic politicians would learn this.

7:00 PM | 1 drop of oil

The main reason is that nobody knows what the hell to do about it. And unfortunately, our political environment hinders any real discussion: almost everyone, Democrat and Republican alike, is afraid of being tarred as a weak-willed terror-lover. That Slate piece describes some of the ideas that people have come up with.

That said, maybe Mike’s right and we need to just get the hell out of there.

Eh, I don’t frickin’ know. If I knew, I’d be president.

7:24 PM | oil me

Thursday, September 28, 2006

The headline of this story is so good and random it deserves to be quoted in full:

Kristin Chenoweth Tells The New York Dog Magazine She Wants Her 10 Percent from Ex, Aaron Sorkin

Kristin Chenoweth has revealed to Leslie Padgett, editor of “The New York Dog Magazine,” that her ex-boyfriend Aaron Sorkin, creator of “The West Wing,” used “pretty much verbatim” dialogue from arguments they had during their relationship in the script for his new TV show.

Pop-u-ARF!-lar, you’re gonna be pop-u-ARF!-lar…

12:40 AM | oil me

Regarding the proposed anti-trans-fats law for New York City’s restaurants:

Mr. Bookman said he expected the limit to be particularly disruptive to some of the nation’s largest restaurant chains, like McDonald’s, which use trans fats in highly standardized recipes that could not easily be changed for New York City.

He said a legal challenge might be made on the grounds that the local restriction violates federal rules on interstate commerce, since some of the chains prepare their French fries and other menu items in other states, using trans fats in the process, before freezing them and shipping them to restaurants in New York.

“I don’t believe New York City has the authority” to interfere with the interstate food chain, Mr. Bookman said.

That’s total bull. The proposed regulation might violate libertarian principles, but in no way does it usurp the federal role in interstate commerce. A state is perfectly free under its police powers to ban the sale of trans fats within its borders. If Bookman were correct, a state couldn’t ban anything at all.

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One of my favorite political photos: five presidents and five first ladies.

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Friday, September 29, 2006

My grandmother died early this morning. She was 93.

In April 2005, she suffered a massive stroke. Since then, she’d been confined to a bed in a nursing home in New Jersey, barely able to speak, unable to eat solid food, barely able to move one side of her body.

This was a woman who - although she was often a pain in the ass - was always very much alive. She was stubborn, very smart, much too overweight, loved food, never forgot a name or face, constantly interjected comments into conversations whenever she felt like it (particularly when she felt ignored), and engaged in selective hearing.

But she was my grandma and I loved her. And I know she adored me and my brother. And it was sad to think of her in the condition she was in.

I visited her last Saturday during Rosh Hashannah. She was in the hospital because she’d developed a blood clot in her leg and had needed surgery to relieve it. It was only the second time I’d seen her since the stroke. She looked about as bad as I’d expected. But she was aware. I stood by her head and stroked her hair. She couldn’t take her eyes off me. I kissed her forehead. I felt bad that I hadn’t visited her in so long.

Two or three days later, she had to go back into the ICU because her body was weakening. The oxygen levels in her blood were not where they should be, her heart rate shot up, and her body kept going into seizures. We knew she was rapidly deteriorating, and she died around 3:00 this morning.

Ever since she had the stroke, I hoped she wouldn’t last much longer. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for her for the past year and a half. It wasn’t really a life.

So while I’m sad that she’s passed away, I’m also glad that she doesn’t have to suffer anymore.

My grandpa died at 94, and my grandma lived to be 93. So my dad’s got some good longevity genes. I hope he passed them onto me.

My grandma survived lymphoma, she survived a stroke, she survived numerous trips to the hospital. She lived into her nineties despite having chronic high blood pressure.

As my dad said to me on the phone this morning, “She was a tough old lady.”

Indeed she was.

5:10 PM | 10 drops of oil

New Jersey’s two Democratic senators, Frank Lautenberg and Bob Menendez - the latter of whom is in a tight race against Republican Tom Kean, Jr. - both voted for the president’s awful torture/enemy combatant/habeas-corpus-stripping bill yesterday.

If I were still a New Jersey resident, I would consider not even voting for U.S. Senate this year. If Democrats can’t stand up for themselves, they don’t deserve to control either house of Congress.

Except.

Except that Glenn Greenwald makes an excellent point.

But a desire to see the Democrats take over Congress — even a strong desire for that outcome and willingness to work for it — does not have to be, and at least for me is not, driven by a belief that Washington Democrats are commendable or praiseworthy and deserve to be put into power. Instead, a Democratic victory is an instrument — an indispensable weapon — in battling the growing excesses and profound abuses and indescribably destructive behavior of the Bush administration and their increasingly authoritarian followers. A Democratic victory does not have to be seen as being anything more than that in order to realize how critically important it is.

A desire for a Democratic victory is, at least for me, about the fact that this country simply cannot endure two more years of a Bush administration which is free to operate with even fewer constraints than before, including the fact that George Bush and Dick Cheney will never face even another midterm election ever again. They will be free to run wild for the next two years with a Congress that is so submissive and blindly loyal that it is genuinely creepy to behold.

Greenwald also makes the point that Supreme Court Justice John Paul Stevens is 86 years old, so Bush might get another court appointment in the next two years. If the Republicans keep the Senate and Stevens dies or becomes incapacitated, then Bush can get nominate whomever he wants in his place, meaning that “the Supreme Court will be composed of a very young five-Justice majority of absolute worshippers of Executive Power — Thomas, Scalia, Roberts, Alito and New Justice — which will control the Court and endorse unlimited executive abuses for decades to come.”

Or, as she puts it:

Imagine you are stranded on your roof in rising floodwaters. Sooner or later you’re going to drown if you aren’t rescued. Yet you refuse to be rescued in an old rowboat because it might be leaky and you are waiting for a helicopter.

Well, folks, the Dems are the rowboat, and there ain’t gonna be a helicopter.

Sigh.

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