Gathering Goat Eggs

A red state Catholic relocates blue and writes home about it.... politics, economics, music, culture, religion, and unfocused griping.

No goats were harmed in the writing of this blog. That could change if I don't start getting a few more hits, though.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

If I Were John Roberts
John Tierney has a very funny opinion piece in today's New York Times, with suggestions for questions the senators should ask in today's hearings, instead of the questions they will ask, knowing full well Roberts won't answer them.

John Roberts has proved over the course of a long and distinguished career in the judicial and executive branches and in private practice that he is extremely disciplined and preternaturally able to keep his mouth shut. So he wouldn't answer Tierney's questions either. But if I were Judge Roberts, this is how I'd answer them.

If Roe v. Wade were a tree, what kind of tree would it be?

Ailanthus altissima, a noxious invasive exotic which some people call tree of heaven and the rest call stinktree.

Is there any chance that you could speed up Justice Stevens's retirement by addressing him as "Gramps"?

Not unless I used semaphore flags. He's been deaf as a post since 1991.

After seeing a judge's robes in a Gilbert and Sullivan production, Chief Justice Rehnquist added gold stripes to his robe. If confirmed, will you keep the stripes, or do you have a whole new look in mind?

Since the Daily Kos crowd called me gay, I'm thinking I'll order the entire court to dress up like Village People.

From your analysis of constitutional history, would you classify James Madison as a dog person or a cat person?

Based on the principle of originalist intent, I'd say Dog Person. Several of the Founding Fathers thought Dolley was a b****, after all.

Suppose you'd been in Solomon's place when he proposed cutting the baby in two. And suppose neither woman objected. Would you have cut the baby? Flipped a coin? Or opted for foster care?

None of the above. That kind of stuff is what you have clerks for.

You've said you're a devotee of P. G. Wodehouse. Of the current justices, who is most like Jeeves?

Clarence Thomas.

Who's most like Bertie Wooster?

All the rest of them. Except Scalia, he's Aunt Agatha.

Would you consider instituting a casual Friday dress policy on the bench?

Not if Scalia thinks he can wear Tevas. Hairy Italian toes -- yech.

Would it be a violation of Lois Lane's so-called right to privacy if Superman used his X-ray vision to look through her clothes?

No. Superman has been reorganized as an subagency in the Department of Homeland Security, and is authorized to use all available superpowers to combat terrorism without obtaining warrants. And if Nan Aron doesn't like it she can eat my shorts.

Would you think it's cool if a professional wrestler dubbed himself Chief Justice, or would you sue him for trademark infringement?

Intellectual Property's not my strong suit (ha -- little inside lawyer joke there) but I think he's clear if he just changes the spelling a little. Maybe Chief Just-Ass??

During the announcement of your nomination at the White House, your son distracted the president with an impromptu dance. When you got home that night, what happened to him?

We thoughtfully discussed Daddy's views on dancing as a constitutionally protected activity, and then we had a time out.

Would Thomas Jefferson have preferred the Beatles or the Stones?

Are you kidding? He was from the Piedmont and he played the fiddle. Charlie Daniels Band.

After Justice Souter's opinion in the Kelo case endorsed the use of eminent domain to seize peoples' homes for a higher "public use," a group proposed that the town of Weare in New Hampshire increase its tax revenue by taking Justice Souter's property there so that a developer could build a resort called the Lost Liberty Hotel. Would your family ever vacation there?

Heck, we'd consider a time share.

What goes on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon and three legs in the evening?

Bill Clinton.

When you were a clerk at the Supreme Court, Chief Justice Warren Burger was disliked for his pretentiousness. What nickname did the clerks have for him? Burger King?

Hey, that's pretty good!

No further comment.

Does President Bush have a nickname for you yet?

Yes.

[pause]

I cannot say more than I have already said.

[pause]

Ginsburg put me up to that.

When justices have birthday parties, should they invite all the other justices, or can they invite just the ones they like?

Mom says I have to invite them all. Even the girls. I hate girls.

If Vice President Dick Cheney and Justice Scalia invited you duck hunting, would you go?

I'll have to. If I don't they'll tease me behind my back. They'll call me a Nancy Pelosi girl.

If Judge Judy isn't afraid of television cameras in her courtroom, why is the Supreme Court so chicken?

We don't want to go up opposite Oprah in the 11 am time slot.

Ashley or Mary-Kate?

Both. Even taken together they don't add up to one decent female, you know.

Your passion for correct grammar and syntax is well known, but you have yet to inform the American people of your position on the serial comma. In the phrase "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness," should there be a comma after "liberty"?

It's called the Harvard Comma. You figure it out.

How would you edit this sentence to make it grammatically correct?: "I swear I ain't never gonna overturn Roe v. Wade."

"I swear I ain't never gonna overturn Roe v. Wade, sucka."

Monday, September 5, 2005

Car Keys of the Kingdom
I'm teaching my 17 year old daughter to drive.

I have repeated more sotto voce Hail Marys during this weeks-old effort than in the previous eleven years since I became a Catholic. (Rachel informs me that the handle over the door, which passengers are prone to grab in moments of panic, has been dubbed by professional driving instructors the Jesus Bar.)

This is the first time I've been expected to include, in my duty to instruct my offspring, activities that endanger my life. Oh, I don't seriously think she's going to kill me, or anyone else, really. She's not such a bad driver, given her level of inexperience, that little fishtailing episode after she ran into a curb notwithstanding. She's cautious, she pays attention, she's courteous, and she thinks ahead. Once she passes that frontier of familiarity, the one where you finally start performing the routine tasks of driving automatically, she'll be as safe a driver as it's possible to be on the overcrowded, nut-infested highways of metro DC.

But still. I have to sit next to her, willing myself not to grab the Jesus bar, my legs so tense I'm storing up charlie horses for the next nine months, and let her control a 5000 lb. vehicle travelling a mile a minute. I'm expected to do this not because I have any special skill at it, but simply because I am her parent and it's my responsibility.

There have been times and places when parents fulfilling their duty to instruct their children in the faith were in far more real danger than I am in the front seat of the Jeep. There are places today where that is true: China, Saudi Arabia, Muslim Africa, Indonesia. I try to keep that in mind while I'm hyperventilating.

Friday, September 2, 2005

More on Shooting Looters
Stephen Bainbridge has a long post on the topic, specifically from a Catholic perspective. If you are interested in the topic go and read it; the comments are almost as interesting as Prof. B's original post.

Katrina Victims Relief
If you have not already done so, please consider making a contribution to one of the many agencies who are assisting the victims of Hurricane Katrina. My own suggestion is Catholic Charities USA, and I have placed a link to their donation page in the left sidebar so it will not get pushed down by later posts. There are many other capable organizations as well; Glenn Reynolds has a constantly updating list. A running total of contributions made in conjunction with Blog for Relief Weekend can be found at The Truth Laid Bear. (If you make a donation because of something you read here, or on another blog, please log your contribution at TTLB Donations Page. This is not about self-congratulation, and you can report anonymously if you wish. We just think it would be interesting and useful to see how effective blogworld is at mobilizing help of this sort.)

Our own parish here in Maryland has arranged for several trailer truckloads of goods to be transported to New Orleans this weekend. When they announced the plan yesterday and asked for donations I thought it sounded kind of strange; surely it would be more efficient for us to give money to one of the established relief agencies than to procure goods and truck them ourselves? But it's being coordinated with the Archdiocese and Red Cross, and apparently some parishioners, who are in the construction business, already had the vehicles and equipment to hand, so I guess it makes sense. All they wanted this time was bottled water, toilet paper, and paper towels. And there are people on the other end who are going to be overjoyed to get bottled water, toilet paper, and paper towels. It's all so mind-numbingly sad.

Thursday, September 1, 2005

Shoot the Looters?
Or should it be "Shoot, the looters" ?? (Or perhaps even "Loot the Shooters.")

About 98% of people with an opinion seem to think that looters in New Orleans should be shot on sight. (Or shot on site on sight.) Even Good Catholics like Peggy Noonan. Can this be acceptable in Catholic moral theology? I don't see how. Looters are stealing stuff, not threatening harm (well, some of them are threatening harm, but only if you try to take their loot away.) It seems to me they can't be killed, even though allowing them to loot is seeming to escalate into a state of anarchy that is preventing the rescue and evacuation of thousands of people that just might die if they don't get out soon. Comments, please. I'm still thinking it through.

On the other hand, the people who are trying to shoot down helicopters that are attempting to evacuate desparately ill and dying patients from hospitals.....well, excuse my language, but that is just some sick shit. Anyone pointing a gun at a helicopter should be shot on sight. On site.

I've got two Walker Percy books over on the right sidebar, but the one I can't get out of my head tonight is Love in the Ruins.