Constitutional Amendments

Amen, Chris. Someone asked me this same question about the proposed federal marriage amendment recently, and I had to respond, no, a constitutional amendment cannot be found unconstitutional, because it is by definition constitutional. I can sort of understand the confusion, though; after all, as a legal document, the Constitution should be internally consistent, right? And it could be argued that a federal marriage amendment would clash with the Equal Protection Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment (at least under the modern interpretation of that clause). What better body to resolve such internal inconsistencies than the U.S. Supreme Court?

But it doesn’t work that way. Or at least it hasn’t. As stated 200 years ago in Marbury v. Madison, the Supreme Court’s role is to judge whether a state or federal law violates the Constitution. A constitutional amendment is higher than an ordinary law. The entire point of it is that it becomes part of the Constitution. If a federal marriage amendment gets ratified, any state or federal law that allows gay marriage will be as unconstitutional as a law that violates free speech or the free exercise of religion.

Of course, if the entire Supreme Court wanted to, it could probably create an entirely new form of judicial review that would allow it to declare part of the Constitution unconstitutional. After all, Marbury v. Madison itself was written by Chief Justice John Marshall. We’re not talking about God’s laws here; we’re talking about people.

There’s only one example I can think of in which the Supreme Court has effectively invalidated part of the Constitution: the Slaughterhouse Cases of 1873, in which the Supreme Court basically read the Fourteenth Amendment’s Privileges and Immunities Clause out of the Constitution five years after the amendment had been ratified. (I don’t know too much about the Slaughterhouse Cases, but I know the result.)

That said, although a federal marriage amendment is a scary idea, I don’t think it has a good chance of being ratified. For a constitutional amendment to be ratified, first two-thirds of the Senate and two-thirds of the House must pass it; in other words, the Republicans need a bunch of Democrats on their side. Second, it must be passed by both legislatures in three-fourths of the states. That’s 38 states (since there’s no such thing as 37.5 states). In other words, if one legislature in each of 13 states votes against it or doesn’t vote on it, it doesn’t get ratified. Amendments are notoriously hard to pass; that’s why there’s no anti-flag-burning amendment today. And look at the story of the Equal Rights Amendment.

This piece has a good explanation of why a federal marriage amendment probably won’t get ratified. (The writer opposes gay marriage, though.) The amendment process was designed to be difficult; constitutional change is not supposed to be subject to the passions of the moment. It’s supposed to require broad consensus among the American people. And fifty-five percent is not a consensus. Granted, given the speed at which information travels these days, anything can happen. And how many unthinkable things have happened in the last few years? A presidential impeachment; a tied presidential election; 9/11.

Nothing is impossible anymore.

Meet the Mess

George W. Bush was awful on “Meet the Press” this morning. I kept watching him, thinking, is this really the president of the United States? He basically repeated himself for an hour. In trying to justify the war against Iraq and Saddam, he said “dangerous” 12 times, “danger” five times, and “madman” six times.

He’s incapable of complex, nuanced thought. We’ve known this for a while, but to actually see it happening was fascinating. He must be a lucky man to live in such a simple world with no gray areas. I felt both anger and sadness for the guy: anger because he’s throwing our country into the toilet, and sadness because, despite being 57 years old, he has no grip on reality. He’s a terrible off-the-cuff speaker, but that’s only partly due to his presentation; it’s his lack of content that makes him so rotten. He has nothing to say. Nothing. No thoughts, no logic. He talks in circles. Does he actually expect people to buy his empty, lame rhetoric?

Well, maybe they will. After the first Bush vs. Gore debate four years ago, I was happy because I felt Gore had won. Bush had blathered nonsense for an hour and a half while Gore had refuted almost all of that nonsense by making clear, logical, cogent points backed up by evidence. I was so psyched, and I thought Gore would start rising in the polls. But it turned out that all of America was focusing on Gore’s exhalations of breath. Ever since then, I’ve avoided trying to predict public opinion.

I won’t change my philosophy or my point of view. I believe I owe it to the American people to say what I’m going to do and do it, and to speak as clearly as I can, try to articulate as best I can why I make decisions I make, but I’m not going to change because of polls.

Or because of facts, apparently.

I don’t think George W. Bush is evil. I think that in his head, he really believes what he’s saying. He has a few overriding principles: Saddam bad. Taxes bad. America good. Part of me thinks he’ll stick to these beliefs even if it means losing the election. That’s honorable, in a way.

But he’ll also stick to these beliefs even if facts get in the way. And that’s scary.

Especially if he wins.

Brooklyn

Matt and I spent today in Brooklyn. We wanted to go to the MTA Transit Museum, because neither of us had ever been there before, so that’s what we did.

The Transit Museum is located in an old subway station in Brooklyn Heights, and it’s much bigger than either of us had expected. The main level has exhibits on the building of the subway system, the old elevated trains, the bus system, the history of public transportation in New York, and a collection of old turnstiles that still worked — including a recently obsolete subway turnstile that takes Metrocards and has a token slot as well. The bottom level — where the subway tracks are — contains two rows of old subway cars that you can walk through. The Transit Museum is a must-see for anyone intererested in the history of New York City.

After leaving the museum, we were hungry, so at my suggestion, after walking through the outdoor Fulton Mall, we had a late lunch at Junior’s, a Brooklyn institution with the best cheesecake in the world. After seating you, they give you beets, pickles, cole slaw, rolls and corn bread — oh, and menus. We each had a burger (Matt’s had muenster cheese and mushrooms) and the tastiest onion rings ever: they’re thick and bready, like hushpuppies wrapped around strips of onion. Yum.

And, then, of course, the cheesecake. I ordered chocolate swirl cheesecake, and Matt ordered chocolate mousse cheesecake. “Have you had it before?” the waitress said. “No,” Matt said. “You’re in for a treat,” she said.

A few minutes later she brought out our plates.

My plate had a substantial slice of cheesecake on it. It looked pretty yummy.

Matt’s plate had the most incredibly enormous slab of cheesecake I’d ever seen.

It was half regular cheesecake, half chocolate cheesecake, and the end was a layer of chocolate covered — covered — with chocolate chips. He and I could have split it with two or three other people. I had a few bites of it, and let me tell you — it was pretty amazing.

He was going to try to finish the whole thing, but I stopped him because I was near bursting and I just couldn’t bear to watch. (I also didn’t want my boyfriend getting a tummyache.)

Hmm… what are we gonna have for dinner?