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If you really want to break the law, get into politics

Y’know, Clinton’s impeachment hearings weren’t ever really about his Monica-given BJ’s: It was about him lying about it and covering it up.

So I don’t understand why the American zeitgeist is so astonishingly indifferent to the wholesale sidestepping of our civil and legal rights that the current administration has been engaged in — from Jose Padilla to the warrantless wiretaps on Americans abroad… and those are just the injustices we know about.

After all, we’re dealing here with people whom the State says it suspects, but has not yet proven, are “drug dealers.” With those people (and, of course, with “suspected terrorists”), anything goes, even before a trial and without any due process of any kind. All of this can be done strictly on the Government’s say-so, even if the Constitutional “niceties” which exist to prohibit such behavior haven’t been complied with. “It may be wrong,” spits out Jonah, but we should do it anyway, because these people deserve it.

Isn’t it exactly this depraved thinking which lies at the heart of almost every current controversy we have? The whole point of the Bill of Rights — really, its principal function — is to prevent the Government from punishing those whom the Government claims (but has not yet proven in a court of law) are bad people deserving of punishment. That’s why there is a sequence mandated by the Constitution before rights can be abridged and punishment inflicted — first, charge someone with a crime, then give them the right to defend themselves along with other protections of due process, and then convict them. Only then are they considered criminals whose rights can be abridged.

Glenn Greenwald has a nice essay called “A Nation of Jonah Goldbergs” that is, IMHO, on the mark.

(Counterpoint: My friend Doug has a different point of view.)

i have become a goths

What do good boys get?

Answer: They get love.

I’ve been trying for a couple of days to deal with the news that my parents’ dog Sierra has died.

Most of you know that I’m definitely a cat person. Pretty much always have been, though I have, by and large, liked my folks’ other dogs: Chien and Shanna, Mai Tai and, now, Tinker.

But Sierra was special.

He was, without a doubt, the sweetest, most patient, most cheerful dog I’ve ever known. He was an Austrailian Shepherd and so had a bobbed tail as is the norm for the breed. The lack of a tail didn’t stop his exuberant expressions, though: When he was happy to see you (and he was always happy to see you), he’d wag his butt and greet you with a chipper “Wrroo-wrroo-wrroo!”

He liked to push a half clam shell around my parents’ backyard porch, and could entertain himself (and, by extension, we spectators) for hours with an empty two-liter soda bottle.

In his younger days, he’d sometimes get on the sofas and push the cushions off while we humanfolk were out. But doggone it if he didn’t really seem to feel really guilty when we’d point at the couch and ask, “What is this?!”

He was affectionate and even licky without being slobbery. (A big fan of slobber I am not.)

He and I used to play tug-of-war with his rope toy. He’d make these fierce gutteral noises that meant nothing more vicious than, “Oh, I’m gonna win this time!”

When I spent the holidays with my parents last month, it was very hard for me to see Sierra, the bouncing, playful dog of my memory still as sweet as ever but now hobbled by a body that was betraying him. The pup that used to scamper back and forth to his basket of toys was struggling to even stand.

My mom and my dad both had kind of warned me before my visit that the end was nigh but, upon my seeing him, the tears still flowed.

Those tears returned Tuesday night.

From: Mom
To: Kevin, Lisa

Sweet Sierra
1992-2006
We will miss him. There will never be another dog like him.
Sierra

Leilani’s all grown up

Went with Patrick and a couple of folks from our corporate office to Asia SF last night. ‘Twas my first time dining in the domain of these very convincing “gender illusionists.”

The conversations were fun, the food was excellent, the performances were kick-ass, and the girls were all sorts of impressive.

[Complete photo set here]

morbid prognostication courtesy Google

How was Kevin killed? Well…

  • Kevin was killed by enemy fire in the Al Anbar Province of Iraq.
  • Kevin was killed by drug-dealers because his brother had failed to pay a debt.
  • Kevin was killed by the Chicago police—shot in the back of the leg and head.
  • Kevin was killed by an alien that got loose in the facility.

Here’s the proof.

fourpointoh

‘Cause I know some people would like to know:

Fall 2005 grades: A, A, A.

Yay, me. :-)

Ooh la la! Learning is magnifique!

There’s a new “how-to” video podcast on the scene…

…and this one features French maids doing the teaching.

…and the frolicking.

…and the pillow-fighting.

I kid you not.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I present to you the Discovery of the Week:

FrenchMaid TV
The FrenchMaid TV maids

Oui, oui!

In the first (and, so far, only) podcast episode, the maids teach us how to create a video podcast.

Zak’s first gallery show

For the next two months, Zak Akin is the featured artist at a gallery/design shop/cafe in Palo Alto called Jungle. His “Pixelism” exhibition opened Friday evening, and I’ve posted pics from the gathering in a Flickr set.

candle time

Happy Birthday, Noelle.