Well, by now my colleagues at the Advanced Criminal Law Seminar in Corpus Christi have surely been washed away by hurricane Emily. Via con dios, oh merry band of lawyers!
And Steanso's job hunt continues. Arrgh.
We have a new nominee for the Supreme Court. Judge John Roberts. And all that George W. wants for Judge Roberts is a "fair hearing". Of course, I translate that to mean, "You liberals better not give me a hard time on this with any of your questions about civil rights or protecting citizens from big business or else I'll get that draft started back up in a heartbeat!"
I gotta say, Bush was a little more crafty with this nomination than I expected. He picked a guy that I have no doubt is quite conservative (behind closed doors he may very well admit to Bush that he tortures suspected pot smokers in his free time), but he's only been an appellate judge for a relatively short amount of time, and his record of judicial opinions is relatively small and may have not yet required him to take stands on many controversial issues. In other words, we may not really know what kind of guy we're dealing with until he's already been appointed and is issuing decisions.
Anyway, I guess that my attitude for now is kind of "wait and see", but I certainly won't blame the Democrats if they put Roberts through the ringer, grilling him extensively about his personal convictions on various issues. This needs to be the flip side of nominating a candidate who doesn't have a lenghty record which may easily be scrutinized. I hope that the man turns out to be a decent candidate, but Bush better not bitch too much while the Democrats do the job of investigating what kind of a man they are dealing with. It's the highest court in the country, it's a lifetime appointment, and the guy's job is going to be about protecting our constitution. Don't rush us, George. If your guy has no skeletons in his closet, he'll be fine. Otherwise, we need to know.
Not too much else to report. I'm going to Houston this weekend. Beaumont and Superman. It's a difficult concept to get your mind around.
Thanks to the Pea for cooking me some spaghetti last night. She's a good woman, even if she did marry a guy whose favorite nickname is Crackbass.
And good luck to today's lunch bunch. Good luck to Amy Blanchard with the re-poofing of her hair. Good luck to Trey Collins with Jill. Good luck to Kraber with... uh... all sorts of stuff (pool, mostly, at the moment).
Oh yeah, good luck to Reed Shaw in the AMD trenches for keeping that flow going. Whatever that means.